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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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REACTIONS:

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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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."

"I might take you up on that bet some time." Some time when Isaac least expected it, Alan might slip up behind him and slide a hand down his pants to see.

Hands lifted to smooth over Isaac's back, his mouth tasting the sweat damp skin of his shoulder, licking at it and biting it as he felt Isaac press into him again. He let out a quiet moan, head falling away as he dropped back onto the pillow. "Maybe I'll make a gag for you."

If he did that, he damn well would be hot. Of course, after this, he was certain the scent of Alan alone would be enough to keep him hard and wanton, wanting him. He did that and it would end up being the locker room. Again. He had a feeling there would be a lot of agains if this kept up.

Moaning at the bite, rolling his hips. "Do it. Rather that than you holding back." He'd never been fucked, only played with himself a little, and he didn't care what it took. He wanted it all.

"In a minute." Right now, he was enjoying the way he was riding that edge of his orgasm, still feeling Isaac inside him. As fun as it would be to just make Isaac bite on his balled up underwear, he wouldn't do that. But a clean undershirt...

When he could move, he'd get that. For now, he nuzzled against Isaac's neck, biting up at his ear lobe.

Rocking slowly, just slight shifting of his hips as he let Alan have his way. Groaning each time he pushed in, a soft whimper on his breath with each draw back. Enjoying it as Alan nuzzled and bit, moaning as he felt those teeth on his skin. "Going to feel this tomorrow," he murmured, knowing he would even if the marks couldn't be seen.

"You'd better. I'm going to." He didn't have the benefit of the marks fading, and maybe tomorrow he'd wear something the he could easily slip down over one of those marks. Play with it in front of Isaac in class. It was a thought he liked, wondering if the other teen would react to it as much as Alan was at the thought.

One leg shifting, pushing deep as he moved closer, just to feel that hard length between them. "So me sitting there in class thinking about you naked is okay," he asked, grinning as his mouth brushed against Alan's.

"Only if it gets a reaction from you. Otherwise I'm doing something wrong." He groaned, trying not to react to the friction over his cock. His eyes opened and he looked up at Isaac, hand coming up so he could brush a thumb over that pouty lower lip.

His lips brushed the pad of his thumb before his lips wrapped around the digit. Teasingly suckling at it, his eyes on Alan's face the entire time.

"So you want me hard all goddamn day," he asked. "That's mean." And likely to happen.

Fuck. Isaac was doing that on purpose and Alan's cock twitched between them.

"Yes. I want to know if I drag you somewhere, you'll be ready to ride."

"Oh fuck."

He gasped it out, stunned at the thought. Moaning as he rocked again, loving the idea of knowing that Alan would want him again. Any time. Anywhere.

"After that I will be."

Alan let his legs slide down from being around Isaac. "I hope so. Now, come up here and let me get you prepared for a ride."

And after what was to come, he wasn't likely to spend the next day not thinking about him as he moved up higher, arching himself over Alan to not slide along his slick body.

"Turn around." Alan's hands moved down to Isaac's hips, trying to get him to twist around on top of him so that he was kneeling over him facing the other way.