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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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The trembling had him licking harder, teeth edging along the sides of his ass before he started working in earnest to breach that ring with his tongue. He lapped and licked, using the pointed tip and the broad flat of his tongue was he worked over Isaac's hole. He wished they weren't here, or that his dad wasn't, because he wanted to hear Isaac lose it.

It was taking everything in Isaac to stay quiet. He wanted to whine. He wanted to buck his hips and writhe and beg and keen like he felt it in his chest. Instead he shifted, burying his face to the mattress between Alan's legs.

The motion lifted his ass a bit more, offering more of himself to the other boy.

Alan moved when Isaac did, lifting his head a bit more to keep licking and biting at him. He pointed a finger and started to press at Isaac's hole, licking around it as it slid in, trying to get his tongue inside as well.

That silence thing was probably the hardest thing that Isaac had ever done, and they were just getting started. Something made abundantly clear as that single digit pressed to him, starting to penetrate him.

"Alan." Mewling his name, the high sound the best way he found to stay silent. Silent definitely but not still. His fingers ran over Alan's calves, up along to his thighs. Teasing over the springy hairs, lightly teasing his nails against his skin. Shifting slightly, getting a hand up further to tease his fingertips along Alan's sac, stroking beneath as he could.

He left off with his mouth, but he kept pressing in with his finger. "Should I give you the pillow now?"

He didn't want to. He was loving each and ever little whimper and sound that was being pulled out of Isaac, especially since it sounded like he was trying so hard not to let anything out. He reached up and grabbed one of his pillows, moving it down to the side of the bed where Isaac could reach it before he went back to licking around his finger, which was now pressed in up to his second knuckle.

He wanted to scream, to whine, to plead for more as he shook his head. He didn't want it. He wanted Alan to know how good it felt, that what he was doing had him wanting more.

Being shot though, that didn't work with his desires either.

Grabbing the pillow, he pulled it close but didn't bury his face against it. Not yet. "More," he whispered, glancing back. "Come on. Give me more."

His cock twitched when Isaac asked for more. He wanted to give it to him. Give him everything. He didn't want Isaac to cover up the sounds any more than Isaac wanted to himself, but they were both aware of the sleeping parental figure not too far from them.

He looked down at Isaac, withdrawing the first finger out and licking around the rim of his ass before he began to try to press in two. He wanted more, Alan would give him more.

Another time he'd be making all the sounds Alan wanted. As it was he was writhing as he felt the stretch, the slight heat of the motion as the two fingers took him.

"That's it," he groaned, the sound a low and rough mumble. "Don't stop, want you." He found himself more vocal than he often was.

He had no plans to stop, his wrist twisting as he pushed both fingers in further. "I can't wait for you. I want you so fucking bad, Isaac. You're so tight."

He was. It was an effort just to slide those two fingers in and he reached down for the bottle of lube. He didn't want to use it, wanted to keep licking and biting at him while he worked him in, but he also didn't want to cause him any pain. So he uncapped the bottle and poured some over his fingers as he pulled them out, then he slid them back in, feeling the ease the lube gave him as he started to actually set a pace.

"Don't wait," he moaned, voice louder than he intended. "Fuck me, Alan." Growling out the words even as he rocked, sliding back with a sound that even seemed to echo in his own ears.

Worried of being heard, that the wrong person might hear him. He moved to get situated right and then he did all he could think about. Occupying his mouth with the thick head of Alan's cock. Sucking on him, moaning as he adjusted to that sensation, to the way he tasted.

It was Alan's turn to bite off a sound, mouth open and a moan coming out before he could stop it in time. He turned to close it around the thigh closest to his face, biting at it as he pushed his fingers deeper inside Isaac. He hadn't expected that. The sudden wet heat around him had taken him by surprise and he actually thrust up into it before he caught himself. "Fuck. Fuck. Isaac. Fuck. You can't. I won't last if you do that."

Moaning as he finds he likes it better than he had thought he might. The feel of his lips stretched, the musky taste. Yet he knew he didn't want it to end here either. Not without more. All that he could have.

Sliding his mouth away, nuzzling his cheek against the head of Alan's cock. "Then fuck me," he growled and do what you want to me," he said, smirking as he said it that way.

He'd wanted to wait a little, but Isaac had pushed him past that point. He pulled his fingers out, slapping at Isaac's ass with a soft laugh. "Get yourself into position. I need to use a little more lube." On his cock. He wasn't going to give Isaac any reason not to want to do this again.

Oh! That small slap shouldn't have felt that good given Isaac's life and yet he whimpered at it, liking how that heat felt. "I need you to fuck me," he moaned, even as he moved to slide around, get himself in the right position. No reserve cowboy for them. Not that night. He wanted to see Alan's face.

"See how this works," he asked, shifting to position himself over Alan's thighs.

"Slowly," he warned, moving to make sure his cock was entirely lubed up. He held himself still promising himself that he wouldn't jerk up now matter how good it felt. "Don't rush. I'm not going anywhere."

There was a sound in the back of Isaac's throat at that warning, making it clear he didn't want to. He wanted more. He wanted it all and it showed in the way he moved, sliding against Alan's cock.

Groaning, he moved to reach behind and beneath himself. Fingers wrapping around Alan's cock as he spread his thighs wider and pressed down and back. The sensation was hot, nearly burning as he felt himself pressed open. Despite his desires, moving so slowly for his own sake.

Alan's hands went to his hips, holding him and trying to keep him from moving too fast. And to keep himself from thrusting up. His breath caught, his eyes locked on Isaac's as he watched him lower himself onto him. "Fuck, you're so tight."

Bright blue eyes stared down at Alan, one hand bracing against his chest as Isaac took his time. Rocking shallowly, his breath coming in quick, whimpering pants. It wasn't painful, far from it. It was sexy to see Alan beneath him, to feel him moving into him, opening him to him.

Trembling as he spread his legs further, sinking down further onto him with a gasp. "Fuck." His eyes closed briefly, trying to hold himself steady even as he pushed back for more.

"Careful." The word was hissed between his teeth, his breath coming in gasps as he tightened his fingers. His toes curled and uncurled, the muscles in his stomach jumping and flexing with the need to push up, to bury himself in Isaac. "Jesus, Isaac."

"Screw careful," he murmured, though he forced himself not to move any faster. Not yet. Soon enough he could have it all but he knew he had to take his time, not push for too much, too fast. "God, I want you to just fuck me."

Even if it would hurt to go too fast, he wanted it just for how it felt to have Alan in him.

"I will. I promise. I will. Just... careful for now." Because Alan was holding onto a very thin thread of control. Isaac felt too good, to tight, too hot around him. It had been a long time since he'd gotten to do this and his body wanted it now.

Shifting up, and then dropping down with a grunt. His body reacted, nails curling in against Alan's chest as he tightened around the other boy without thinking. Not helping him even as he worked himself lower, but find that sensation of being almost too fully leaving his heart racing and his breath coming in shuddering pants.

He bit his lip, head falling back at the feel of nails biting into him. He wanted to grab everywhere, but he was trying to help Isaac slow himself, hands guiding his hips as he held them. His toes curled again at the tightness, his breath coming out in a rush. "Fuck."

"Thought we were," he muttered softly, his smile crooked as he rocked back down. His body yielding to the thickness of Alan's cock, and he found himself against Alan's body. Fully seated, moaning as he shifted, just enjoying the sensation.

His fingers ran over Alan's chest, fingers lightly brushing over one peak, teasing at the darker skin.

The laugh was breathy and quiet, but his smile made up for the lack of sound. "Asshole. And don't make a remark about that." He moved his hands up to cover Isaac's, going along for the ride as he felt over him, moved along his chest with them.

"Is this okay? It doesn't hurt?"