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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
"Fuck." The word was hissed as he tried to bite at Isaac's neck, trying to stifle his own need to join him in the small sounds he was making. Pleasure was starting to do more than trickle through him and he could feel that throbbing in his balls that let him know he was close.
"Isaac, I'm going to... fuck." He didn't get any further before the dam broke and he started thrusting up hard into Isaac, pouring himself into him as he sunk teeth into his shoulder.
He didn't want to stop moving. Sensations were on overload and he wanted it all. The hard thrust of cock into him, the heat of Alan's body undulating beneath him. The scent of skin and sweat and sex seeming to overwhelm until he wondered how even the human in the house couldn't scent them.
And then it all came together at once. Heat flooding him, slick within him. The flair of pain, loving that moment of being possessed, taken, marked and claimed. Shuddering through Alan's release, still rocking, his ass tightening, wanting to feel as much as he could even through Alan's release.
Alan's hand moved around to grab at Isaac's cock, giving it stuttering strokes as he started to come down from that epic high. He let go with his teeth, disappointed but used to seeing the mark he'd left fade into oblivion. "Come on, Isaac. Come for me. I want to feel you around me when you go. God, you're so hot like this."
He hadn't thought he could lose the ability to breathe but there it was. Gasping, shuddering as his hips bucked, shoving himself against Alan's grip. "God yes," he moaned, his voice low and needful as he worked himself between Alan and his hand.
It doesn't take long though before he finds himself losing any semblance of rhythm or control. The sound he makes is rough, bit back as quickly as he can. Feeling himself tighten around the slick length within him as he came over Alan's hand.
The feel of him clenching around him, body tight and pulsing as he came had him lifting up into him, letting out a soft keen even as he kept stroking Isaac's cock for the rest of his release. "Jesus, Isaac." He looked up at him after a moment, utterly spent and blown apart from both having to stay quiet and from the intensity of it.
Words. He's aware of his name, of Alan speaking. Yet all he can do is pant, heavy and with a slight sound as he half slumped forward. Catching himself on his elbows, lips brushing the side of his neck, along his shoulder with a sigh.
He smiles, hand coming up to lose itself in Isaac's hair as he turns to brush exhausted kisses over the side of his face. "I'd say you've been thoroughly had."
"You are aware I'm not capable of getting up and going home for a while, right?" He didn't care that he healed already. It was the mental and emotional exhaustion of it all.
"Mmm, as long as you're not here when dad pokes his head in in the morning." But he was giving him lazy kisses and trying to roll him over so that they could lie facing each other on their sides.
"I promise to fall out of the window before he could catch me," he murmured between kisses, shifting to his side though he tangles his leg over Alan's. He didn't want to move away any further than he had to.
Isaac chuckled, the sound low and throaty as he snuggled in closer to Alan. "Mmmm, I'll find them somewhere," he assured him, not sounding all that convinced he wanted to do that. A lot of it because he had no plans to do much more than stay right here he was.
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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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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.
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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.
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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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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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Shuddering as he bounced back, whimpering Alan's name under his breath, trying to stay quiet but failing.
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"Isaac, I'm going to... fuck." He didn't get any further before the dam broke and he started thrusting up hard into Isaac, pouring himself into him as he sunk teeth into his shoulder.
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And then it all came together at once. Heat flooding him, slick within him. The flair of pain, loving that moment of being possessed, taken, marked and claimed. Shuddering through Alan's release, still rocking, his ass tightening, wanting to feel as much as he could even through Alan's release.
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It doesn't take long though before he finds himself losing any semblance of rhythm or control. The sound he makes is rough, bit back as quickly as he can. Feeling himself tighten around the slick length within him as he came over Alan's hand.
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Wrap there?
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