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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.

➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.

➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...

➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.

➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.

➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.

➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.

➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!

➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.

➓ WILDCARD! You know the rules!

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"Are you trying not to get laid," he asked, though there was laughter in his voice as he shifted into the cradle of Alan's legs. Of course, getting himself slick and focusing was damned hard with that view before him. The spread of his legs, his cock curving up against his stomach.

"I know I like you enough not to hurt you," he admitted, working the lube over his fingers. Fingers that then brushed down over Alan's hip, the crease between hip and thigh before those slick digits caressed over his sac.

Smirking down at him, teasing him as his fingers lowered, brushing over him. "Think I can do okay?"

Alan bit his lip, fingers tightening their grip before he opened his eyes, looking down his body at Isaac kneeling between his legs. "I guess we'll have to see. And be quiet unless you want that image to become a reality."

There would have to be a 'next time'. A time and place where they wouldn't have to be so concerned about sounds. Alan looked forward to being able to hear Isaac making as much noise as he wanted, which he hoped happened to be a lot. He could already picture him screaming his name and it had him tightening himself, a breathy sigh leaving him.

Leaning down over Alan, he nipped sharply at one pectoral. "Stop talking about anyone else that may or may not be in this house or you're going to be working hard to get me back on point."

Not that he was off point now. No. Still desperate for this as he worked his fingers against Alan. Groaning, staring down at him as he worked that single digit into him. Chest heaving, panting hard as his hips rocked in motion to what he wanted.

Alan's hands found his covers, gripping at the blankets and twisting them as he lifted his ass up towards that finger. "Won't have to work hard," he panted, biting his lip to hold in a cry. "I'll just make you suck me off."

Which would be a very good addition to what was happening now, but one that would certainly make him come before he was ready. He wanted to fuck Isaac. He wanted to watch him lifting and falling over him, riding him and trying not to make any noises as he did. It was his new life's goal.

Oh but that was a mental image for Isaac. "Oh no. I want to save that one for dragging you into the locker room,' he admitted, the look on his face wicked as he worked to open Alan with steady strokes and teasing touches.

Giving his own cock another stroke before his hand slid along Alan's length. "I'm thinking tomorrow, in fact," he murmured, liking the idea of the risk, of the chances they could take, not to mention he was pretty sure the way this was going, he wasn't going to be able to stay there in class all day and not want to drag Alan off somewhere.

The mention of school had him gasping, both out of arousal and a few other mixed emotions. It wasn't like he and Scott hadn't grabbed what snatches of time they could in the boiler room, the janitor's closet, or empty classrooms. But the thought of Isaac on his knees in front of him, blue eyes up and looking at him as he had his cock in his mouth was pushing away the mixed feelings. Arousal and teenage hormones would likely always be the champions and that was the case here.

"Tomorrow. When?" Because he wanted to know so he could tease himself beforehand. Have himself hard and ready for Isaac the second his back hit metal.

For Isaac that's something new. Yeah he's thought about it, mostly in moments when he's hot and desperate and horny enough to slip off to the bathroom to jerk off. Now though it's about to be reality. With Alan and that beautiful cock his fingers are wrapping around, stroking him slowly as he work to open him for more.

"Third? I can get out of Harris' and meet you in the locker room? Right after the bell when everyone's out?" And he can imagine it. Concrete hard against his knees, the heat of Alan's body under his hands and mouth. He moans, biting back the sound as he teases at his ass with a second finger.

Alan grabs the corner of his pillow and brings it up to his mouth, biting at it to muffle the sound he makes as he feels that second finger. God, yes. Yes to everything. Yes to Isaac fucking him and to skipping school. It had sounded so bad before when Scott had suggested it, but there was so much more going on in the world that was more important, he could justify missing a class or three.

He nods, body moving against the hand teasing him, opening him, trying to urge him to go faster, to give him more. He lets go of the pillow, gasping as he feels the shivery slide of pleasure over his cock. "Yes. Third. Okay. Okay. Tomorrow."

Isaac nearly loses it then and there, just knowing he'd brought him to that desire, that need to stop sound, with just the teasing and press of fingers. Not that he wants it to end yet. Not for either of them.

That doesn't stop him from taking it all in. The look on Alan's face, the tone of his voice when he finally speaks. Taking cues and moving his fingers faster, twisting them within him and enjoying the sensation of working that tight ass open, knowing what's to come.

His face is red, cheeks flushed and body feeling like it was humming. Need is like a syrupy taste on his tongue and he's craving Isaac to fuck him like he's an addict needing a fix. His body needs it and he lets go of the covers to try to reach down and grab any part of him he can. "Jesus, Isaac. Stop teasing, please. God, I'm so fucking ready."

Those words were insanely sensual. More than he could have even imagined until he heard them. From Alan.

"Anything you want," he vowed, meaning it in that moment. Moving between his legs, shifting one upward to cant Alan's hips, making it easier to move in. Gripping himself, guiding his cock to his ass. Not even thinking about protection, about playing this safe. All he was thinking about was the sensation of pushing against him, into him. Moving slowly, pausing as he gave that first push, panting at the way it felt.

Condoms were a distant memory to him once he'd found out about the werewolf aspect of Scott. They weren't sleeping with anyone else and it wasn't like he had to worry about getting pregnant. Now? It was just a blessing that Isaac was a werewolf. He could have paused and reached for a box, but he didn't want to. He wanted that sensation of skin on skin, the added sting from the friction.

He lifted up as Isaac pressed in, mouth open to make a sound before he crammed the corner of the pillow in it again. Even then, the moan was audible, his eyes closed and head tipped back, the cords in his neck straining as he felt Isaac invade him.

It was perhaps the most overpowering moment Isaac's ever had. The tightness around the head of his cock. The look on Alan's face. Even that aborted sound that seemed to go straight through him. It was overwhelming, sensual, and down right more erotic than even Isaac's most wicked dreams. Mostly because it was happening, because they had this and who knew where it would go beyond fucking one another senseless in near silence.

Drawing back in that instance before bucking his hips once more. Slow. Shaking so the steadiness wasn't there but making no push to ram into the other boy. Not yet. He couldn't bring himself to ruin this, to hurt him. So instead he mad slow, shallow bucks of his hips, fingers gripping tightly at Alan's thighs.

He couldn't be entirely silent. Not with that stretching pleasure moving further into him. He whined, he whimpered, he moaned and cried out, all muffled by the pillow in his mouth. It felt beyond good and he felt like there was this prickling fire just under his skin.

Pressing up with his feet, he tried to get Isaac to move in further, to bury himself in against him so he could reach for him, so he could pull him down against him. He wanted to bite and kiss at that mouth. He needed to see those eyes blown wide in pleasure.

Yes, whatever this was, there'd be more of it.

Control was nothing he could find. Trying so hard to keep it, to try and stay calm. But he couldn't. It wasn't just sex but the man beneath him. This strong, dangerous boy who could take him down if he wanted. Instead they had this.

Strokes deeper, hips bucking hard with desperate need for him as he slid his hands away and up to brace on either side of Alan's head. Head dipping down to kiss him, body shaking as he sunk his cock deep into that tight passage.

Alan's thighs tightened around him like a vice, his arms moving up to wind around his shoulders, and pull him in closer even as he angled his hips up to meet Isaac's thrust. He kissed him, hard and desperate, trying to keep himself quiet but still moaning into Isaac's mouth.

"Good. You feel so good. Hot and so fucking hard. Isaac..."

The rumble of that moan felt like it went entirely through Isaac's body. His entire body shaking, sweat sheening his skin. Bracing a knee to the back of his thigh, angling to drive deeper. It was enough to make him whine, panting for every breath as if unable to breathe.

"Fuck, Alan." Breathing out the words, soft and mewling his name as he fought for control.

"Yes." He moved his mouth to Isaac's neck, nipping and sucking on it, pissed for a moment that he couldn't leave a mark on him. But he could make him feel it.

His hands moved to Isaac's back, short nails dragging up from his ass to his shoulders, hard and stinging as he rocked up fast and hard into the thrusts of the body over him.

And he loved it. Every bite. Every scratch. Writhing at the sensation as it spurred him on. Slamming into Alan, gasping at the sensation. He almost paused, a half a breath, making sure he hadn't gone too far, pushed for too much at that moment.

"Harder," he whispered, head dipping to suckle at the side of Alan's neck. "Love how that feels."

He obliged, the next pass going from side to side as his back bowed, his body lifting up even as his hips ground in a circle down against the cock inside him. He could feel the way Isaac was sucking on his neck and he had a feeling he'd have a mark there after. God damn werewolf. It was unfair.

Isaac didn't need to see them to know he'd be feeling this all tomorrow. Each touch. Every scratch and bite. Loving the sensation, knowing he wouldn't take a breath the next day without thinking about this.

Rocking, his thrusts hard and quick. Taking him, knowing he won't last long. Not with the pain of the scratches, the tightness of Alan's body. It was overwhelming and every thrust making him gasps and whimper.

He squeezed himself as best as he could around Isaac, trying to calm his breathing so he wouldn't come. He wanted to come, god, he wanted to, but he also wanted to watch Isaac ride him and feel himself release deep inside him. It was a thought he had to push quickly away, knowing it would just add to all the sensations he was feeling.

Yet it was those sensations overwhelming Isaac. Not even exhaling but whimpering, muffling the sound against Alan's throat. Placing tiny kisses to his mouth, claiming than as he groaned. Thrusts becoming wilder, more erratic and letting himself become lost in the tightness, the heat around him and beneath him.

The sounds he made given into a kiss just as rough and demanding as he bucked hard. Once. Twice. Managing to hold back a rough, loud sound as he came.

Alan felt the heat flood him, his hand tight in the curls on the back of Isaac's head. He held him there, biting at his lips, slowly swiveling his hips as he dragged each iota of pleasure out of him. "I can feel you inside me. It's hot and you're still so fucking hard." He bit along Isaac's jaw, moving over to his ear.

"I'm going to show you what it feels like. I'm going to fuck you until you scream." Which might be the case, and in that instance, he'd find something for Isaac to bite on to muffle it.

Kissing and nuzzling, his body trembling from the force of his release. Panting between soft kisses, needing more of just being there against Alan, not even thinking in that moment of moving, of the cock resting between them.

"Betting I'm always fucking hard for you," he moaned, not thinking about those words. No, just honesty in that moment. He couldn't think to lie while laying there balls deep and tasting that succulent mouth with every kiss.

"Fuck." The word was a whimper, shivering harder thinking about that. Shifting back and then pushing deep again. "Keep the pillow close."