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sitsherequietly

Best Idea Ever

Jun 15, 2012 02:04

Misha wasn't upset. Not really. Yes, Jen was pretty, there were times, moments- okay, alot of moments- where Misha thought that he just might swing that way. But, he wasn't a high school girl, he didn't fall head over heels for someone and angst and write bad poetry and burn roses just because his crush didn't pick up on his less than subtle ( Read more... )

au, crossroadskink, rp, mark/misha, rps

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crossroadskink June 18 2012, 00:26:06 UTC

"Probably," is all he'll admit to on that front, but it's true. He wants to see Misha naked, though the loss of the panties is something of a shame. He can't look away as they're drawn tight against his ass. God, the way he moves. Jen is a moron, if he is gay. How could he turn Misha down when there was all of this beneath his clothes?

He hums softly in approval as Misha turns and the underwear are just barely concealing him. He'd like a picture of this to keep with him. It's all he can do not to reach out and touch him as his cock springs free from the silky panties, and he watches as the orange fabric is dragged and wriggled down his long, smooth legs. God, he is anything but innocent.

'It's better in heels. Mark smiles in reaction to that statement, automatic and without hesitation, and he moves closer, then. "I'll bet it is ( ... )

sitsherequietly June 18 2012, 01:04:15 UTC

Misha likes how Mark watches him, the way his gaze is fastened tight on revealed skin as he slowly slithers his way out of those panties until he's utterly naked in front of him. Shameless; but Misha was rather comfortable in his skin, and with what they were talking about doing, it wasn't like there was any reason to pretend to be bashful. Not when they were discussing Mark helping him sink that purple toy inside of him. He murmured with a flutter of his eyelashes as Mark moved in close, fingers slipping along his jaw as they kissed. He leaned into the contact, interest and a slight hint of desire but he still kept it fairly light ( ... )

crossroadskink June 18 2012, 03:57:35 UTC

He smiles at the second brush of a kiss, soft and light but still with a lingering hint of something more. Mark decided this was good. Whatever happened, if it was just a casual thing or if they clicked and continued, it felt good to be here with him ( ... )

sitsherequietly June 18 2012, 04:21:36 UTC

Misha murmured as Mark stroked fingers up against his bare leg, up to his hip, though he avoided the length of Misha's cock that pressed against the man's stomach. Mark grabbed the lube and the toy off of the nightstand, and Misha watched him as he curled his fingers around the girth of it. He chuckled at the question, his breath a little bit flushed compared to before.

"Mm, why don't you find out?"

Misha teased with a smile, a tilt of his head and a smile as his blue eyes glinted back up at Mark. He gasped softly as slick fingers touched between his thighs, rubbing a circle around his entrance. His head tilted back, lips parting in a heated murmur, his thighs spreading a little more and his back arched as Mark pressed a slick finger inside of him.

He really... needed this. Needed to get off, needed that pleasant haze of pleasure and getting off with someone else was always better.

crossroadskink June 18 2012, 05:08:11 UTC

It was intoxicating to watch Misha react. The way his lips parted and the soft sounds he was making, legs spreading a little wider, arching and eager and encouraging more. He was tight but even with just one finger pressing in deep he knew Misha wasn't inexperienced with this. His body knew how to take it, how to relax and open to be taken.

He curled his finger just a little, nudging against his prostate before withdrawing, thrusting in and out a few times before withdrawing and pressing in again with two. He scissored them slowly and brushed his thumb gently against his body, against the pink ring of muscle. He wondered how much Misha could take. How many fingers?

His cock was so inviting, hard and pressed against his flat belly. He leaned down to taste him, wrapped his lips around his cock and licked the head slowly, still finger fucking him, and thinking of adding a third.

sitsherequietly June 18 2012, 06:17:05 UTC

His breath hitched and he murmured softly as Mark curled his finger, that brief touch against his prostate still making him shiver. He was glad he'd said yes. Hardly started, and already it was so very good, even with just one finger sliding into him. Mark clearly seemed to know what he was doing, which was always nice. Not that he'd expected anything less; there was this vibe of competence and confidence about the man. It was perhaps why it took people so long to peg him as gay; he wasn't like Misha and even Jen, pretty and more than a little questionable even for 'playing gay ( ... )

crossroadskink June 18 2012, 19:29:03 UTC

He'd hoped for exactly this, hoped he'd be eager and wanting. He'd been with people who were new to it, and had to go very slowly, be gentle and ease them into it, but it was nice to have Misha just absolutely love every second of it, soaking up the pleasure as his body eagerly begged for more ( ... )

sitsherequietly June 19 2012, 01:09:47 UTC

Misha murmured, hot and wanton as Mark swirled his tongue along the head, making Misha's body shake. Fuck, but it felt good, the wet pleasure of his tongue sliding against the flesh of his cock. He carded his fingers gently through his hair, liking how it was soft against his fingers. Misha wasn't pushy, but the way that Mark pulled off, blithely questioning as if he thought there had been something to say, when they both knew better. He tried to start to say something, but with Mark pushing in with three fingers it got garbled, came out as a hot moan. His body arching, pushing back onto his fingers with a soft whine. He hadn't expected this, hadn't really thought that he'd draw this out so long, but it was good, better, even ( ... )

crossroadskink June 20 2012, 05:24:14 UTC

Mark didn't really usually draw this part out, but the way Misha reacted kept him wanting to see how loud he could make him, see what he could make him do. He pulled back, a smirk crossing his face at the fingers in his hair, and he's casually withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the toy. He rearranges himself and spreads more lube over it, and after ever so briefly waving it in Misha's line of sight, he lets the head of the toy nudge between Misha's legs, slipping its way down to his entrance. For a few moments, he's just keeping pressure there, not pushing in ( ... )

sitsherequietly June 20 2012, 06:23:52 UTC

Misha whines as Mark's fingers pull away, replaced by a low murmur when he catches sight of that lube-slicked toy before it's slipping between his legs, pressure that moves to press against his entrance. He can't help the whimper that comes in the space between that pressure and when it's pressing in. It's easy, slick and blissful as it pushes in, stretches him a little wider around the girth of purple sex toy. He's lifting his hips and moving back against it, a low gasp as he arches on the bed, sinking down on it until it's quickly buried in him to the base. He'd forgotten how good this was, just having someone else's fingers around the base of the toy, pushing it into him. He's moaning, legs spreading a little bit wider, lying undone against the sheets as he looks up at him ( ... )