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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. * Post with your character's name and fandom in the subject line * Others reply, stumbling in on you. * You pick a reaction from the list below. (Or roll 1-10!) * PROFIT! 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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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.

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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."

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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.

[silverson]

"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."

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"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.

[silverson]

"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.

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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.

[silverson]

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."

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"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.

[silverson]

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?"

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He wasn't moving. Not yet. Instead he stayed there, letting his body adjust. He didn't answer right away, taking his time to consider that. "It doesn't hurt just... Different."

Moving slowly as he leaned forward and down sliding up along Alan's length as he kissed him lightly. "I like it," he admitted in a soft voice.

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His hand came up to cup the side of Isaac's face when he leaned in for the kiss, holding him close enough to steal another one when he could. "Yeah? Because I do too."

So much. The fact that there was no thin layer of latex between them only heightened the sensation, letting him feel the texture of Isaac as he moved over him. It was such a good feeling.

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God he found he was liking it better than he had thought he would. He was sexy and it left him feeling stretched and full and taken and even claimed in a way.

Drawing back, just enough so he could start moving again with slow, steady rocks of his body. "Good. Show me," he groaned. "I mean it. I'm ready."

He was pretty sure he was, at least.

[silverson]

"Slowly." He remembered how good it had felt the first time and how he'd wanted it all, wanted more, wanted it now. He lifted up to kiss Isaac, hands sliding down his sides to his hips again to help him move, rotate him in a circle. "Do what feels good."

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Brushing his lips to Alan's, panting softly with a low, needy sound. Wanting more as he kept up that movement. Slow rolls of his hips, his breath catching in his lungs as he did. It left him aching, his cock twitching with the motion as a frissure ran up his spine.

"Everything fucking feels good," he muttered, staring down at Alan with eyes so dark, pupils blown wide with lust.

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Alan nodded, trying to kiss him as he did. His ass was lifting up off the bed, body rocking up into the way Isaac moved. He could feel the way he was stretching Isaac, could feel the way he fit just right inside him and it was making it hard to breathe with the overwhelming amount of pleasure. "You. You feel good. So good."

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Need pooled tight in the pit of his stomach, knowing he couldn't wait any longer. He needed more. He needed Alan.

Shifting, he pushed himself up, gasping at the sensation and then dropped back down. His keen was high, nearly not quite as he closed his mouth tight to hide that sound from the other in the house.

[silverson]

Alan was quick to try to cover Isaac's mouth with his own, nipping at his lips as he tried to silence the other. It felt so good, he could understand the sound needed to be given, but he tried to make it quiet.

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Fighting to stay quiet, even as he was riding him, moving with a slow, steady rate now. Panting, each one holding a tiny whimper as he worked himself onto Alan's cock. It was nearly mind blowing. He's had sex. He'd even just fucked Alan, yet fucking himself, being fucked, that was something else entirely.

[silverson]

Alan was stealing each of those sounds, tongue deep in Isaac's mouth as he thrust himself up into him. He knew he was getting to the point where he wouldn't care about sound soon, pleasure rocketing through him in waves, but he'd hold on as long as he could. His hands were sliding up along his back, stroking and petting him towards a second orgasm.

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There was something about this that Isaac wanted to hold on to. It wasn't just the pleasure of their sex, of bodies coming together with quick, needy jerks of their body. It was the kiss, the risks taken, and a sudden knowledge of how much he's overlooked in Alan. Until now.

Now he was soaking it all in. The soft sounds he made. The way he tasted. It only made him move faster, bucking harder down onto the thickness of his dick, wanting to feel more.

[silverson]

Alan made a muffled sound, pulling away to pant and gasp as he clutched at Isaac. "God, Isaac. I can't... I can't last." Not with all they'd done before and having to feel himself almost impaled by Isaac's cock earlier. He was lucky he hadn't already come, barely clinging onto his pride.

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Panting hard, barely able to do more but whimper as he pressed a hand down beside Alan's head. Using the change in position to drive himself back harder, faster, whimpering every time to felt himself stretched in new ways.

His face loomed over Alan's, breathing him in even as he finally managed to whimper. "What's fucking stopping you? Do it."

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Alan wasn't one to drop a curse every time he breathed, but there was something called 'a time and a place' for them. When you had someone sinking back onto your cock, taking you in deeper and telling you to fucking come, that would be the correct time and place.

His hands grabbed at Isaac's waist, grip hard and controlling as he started to grind him around, looking up at Isaac with a determined look as he started to fuck up into him harder. Faster. Completely intent on coming in the next few moments.

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That change in Alan's thrusts caused Isaac to whine, head bowed, his back arching as he sought more, wanting to feel every inch, every thrust. He didn't think about healing then but how good it would feel it the next day. He wanted to remember it, be feeling it as he moved.

Shuddering as he bounced back, whimpering Alan's name under his breath, trying to stay quiet but failing.