Man, I should never post things when they're not finished yet. I had to do some re-writing and now it DEFINITELY makes more sense if you read about that first night first. UGH. Well, I'll post this last part anyways, and then the prequel a little bit later, I guess. WHOOPS!
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Shaun caught up to Desmond before the man had made it halfway to his bed in the big room. "Wait," he said, and Desmond stopped and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. Shaun stopped a few feet from him and just stared at him a moment. "I don't," he began, then shook his head. "I don't want to pretend it didn't happen," he said firmly. Desmond stepped closer to him, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips and Shaun flushed a little, because he might have fixated on them a bit, back then and now. "I want," he said, and stopped there, because it said everything, didn't it? "I want," he repeated and the smile appeared fully on Desmond's face at that.
"You do, hmmm?," Desmond asked, placing his hands on Shaun's hips and waiting. He didn't pull Shaun closer, like Shaun had expected. "What exactly do you want?," he murmured. "I like it best when you tell me," Desmond admitted with a wicked grin, and Shaun sucked in a breath because he definitely remembered that. He'd remembered that a lot lately.
"I want your mouth," Shaun replied, a little shakier than he meant. "I want you on your knees, your mouth stretched around my cock," he added, just in case Desmond hadn't gotten the picture. Desmond's eyes widened, like maybe he was surprised Shaun went with it, but he shivered slightly, too, hands gripping Shaun's hips a little tighter.
"Yeah, I can do that," Desmond breathed, pupils wide and dark - honestly, he looked a little dazed. "One thing," he murmured, grinning, and Shaun laughed because he knew what came next. Desmond pulled him close and leaned in and kissed him. It was different from before, a little slower at first, a little sweeter, but before long it was just as hungry, just as needy. Shaun's hands were in Desmond's hair, on his shoulders, restless and eager to touch as much as he could. He pulled away, though, because he did need to breathe, and he was worked up, and he really wanted Desmond to follow through on that promise he'd made. So he smirked and moved towards Desmond's bed, where he sat on the edge and spread his legs and leaned back with one brow raised.
Desmond only grinned. "Yeah," he said, though Shaun hadn't said anything. He placed his hands on Shaun's thighs as he sank to his knees and nuzzled at the prominent bulge in Shaun's trousers. Shaun choked back a noise, because he hadn't expected that. Desmond closed his eyes and mouthed at Shaun's dick through the fabric of his slacks. It was the most wanton thing Shaun had ever seen, and he couldn't help but shudder. One of his hands moved to Desmond's head, using the barest amount of pressure to pull him closer. Desmond only moaned softly, laved his tongue over the material as if he simply couldn't wait to taste.
"C'mon, Desmond, pull me out," he breathed, and Desmond did, pulled back enough to unzip Shaun's trousers and ease his cock out of his pants with gentle, reverent movements. Shaun let out a content sigh, watched avidly as Desmond leaned in and mouthed at his cock directly. Shaun had expected licks at first, but no, Desmond just used his lips, dragging them up and down the hot flesh of Shaun's dick like it was doing things for him. It certainly did things for Shaun, precome beading at the tip of his prick and dripping down when there was enough, only for Desmond to catch it with his mouth and smear it along the shaft until he was slick and shiny and mad with desire. "That's good, Desmond, so good. Go on, now, use your mouth proper. Take me in," he ordered, and Desmond shivered, one hand dropped to his lap as he followed Shaun's direction.
Desmond opened his mouth and lowered it over Shaun's prick, tongue sliding over him eagerly, like he'd just been waiting for permission to taste like this. Shaun's hand was still on Desmond's head, and he urged Desmond to take more, more, until Desmond's lips were at the base - he'd taken all of Shaun without the slightest complaint, those generous lips stretched well about the base of his shaft and Shaun just held him there for a moment. Desmond closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, and his shoulder moved slowly, massaging himself through his jeans.
Shaun suddered. "So good, Desmond," he murmured, then remembered. "Such a good boy," he said again, and that earned him a shudder from Desmond, a soft moan that vibrated against the prick in his mouth, and Shaun gasped and urged Desmond back. "Not gonna last long," he panted, feeling suddenly out of breath. "Go on, make me come. Use only your mouth," he breathed, shifting his hips forward and his legs further apart to give Desmond a bit more room. "Keep touching yourself, but through your jeans," he urged, as Desmond bobbed his head, slurped and swallowed around his prick like he needed it to live.
"I want you to come like that, in your pants," he breathed. "Want you to feel as crazy as I did, fuck, Desmond," he gasped, hand still on Desmond's head, gripping his hair tighter. "God, I'm gonna come in your mouth, make you swallow all of it. Now, Desmond!," he gasped again, and he moved his hips, too, and Desmond was moaning helplessly, sucking and slurping as best he could, but he was a mess of drool and precome and he didn't even hesitate at all. Shaun thrust into that mouth as he came, held Desmond down for the first few spurts, but eased him back after, finished on Desmond's lips and chin. He was panting like he'd run a marathon, still shuddering with the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm, and Desmond just laid his head on Shaun's thigh - just as out of breath, a wet stain starting to spread on his jeans.
"Fuck," Shaun breathed, because that was so much like their last night together had been - only their positions had been reversed - and it was just as hot from this end, really. He ran his fingers through Desmond's hair idly until he'd caught his breath, and glanced down only to find Desmond looking up at him, smiling softly with half-lidded eyes.
"I did," he breathed, and god, he sounded so rough, and Shaun did that. The thought made Shaun shudder a little, lick his lips. "You make me feel crazy," Desmond clarified, and Shaun huffed out a laugh.
"I can see that. Jesus, that was... intense," he murmured. "I didn't think you'd actually...," he gestured at Desmond's groin, and Desmond shrugged, but the smile didn't leave his face.
"Yeah, well. You told me to," he murmured, and that smile turned into a smirk. "And just like I said: I like it when you tell me."
Shaun shuddered slightly. "You're a menace," he breathed, but he knew he was smiling, too. His hand moved from Desmond's hair to his face, brushing over his cheekbones to his slightly swollen lips. Desmond closed his eyes and Shaun sort of smeared the come on his face towards his mouth, and Desmond licked his fingers clean, humming softly at each swipe of his tongue. "Christ, what you do to me," Shaun murmured, and Desmond smirked up at him, eyes open again and full of mirth.
"We kind of switched places," he said, shifting to give the bed a significant look, raising one eyebrow at Shaun. Shaun had noticed, of course he had, and he'd love nothing more than to finish that previous night's events like this, but he shook his head.
"We did, but... I don't have supplies, Desmond. I didn't... I didn't think you remembered, and I certainly didn't plan on this. I'll do the next supply run," he said. "Normally, that would be a week or so away, unless you can think of a compelling reason to convince the girls to let me go sooner," he added, and Desmond grinned.
"They're not cruel, you know. We could just tell them," he said, finally pushing himself to his feet. He stripped off his shirt and sat beside Shaun on the bed to pull off his shoes and then his socks. Shaun took the opportunity to tuck himself away, though he was far from presentable. "I don't... Shaun, look, I don't know where all this is going, but I don't... I don't want it to be a secret, I don't wanna have to hide it and snatch moments only when we can, alright? I want more than that, and I know we haven't exactly known each other long, it's just..," he sighed, shaking his head and for a moment he just looked so defeated.
Shaun reached out, hand touching Desmond's shoulder, and he was surprised when Desmond leaned into the touch. "Yeah, I get it," he said. "I... truth be told, I'd be terrible at hiding it, and Rebecca knows anyways. I'm certain Lucy suspects something, so I'm saying we don't. Have to hide it, I mean," he offered, face more than a little warm. "I followed you in here knowing that it... it wasn't just one time, if you didn't want it to be."
Desmond turned to look at him, expression so full of hope it almost hurt to look at him. Shaun didn't look away, and he was glad he didn't, because Desmond gave him this almost bashful smile, like nothing Shaun had ever seen on him before. "Yeah, I don't want it to be. Stay here tonight," he offered, and Shaun nodded. He had his own room, but they had cameras all over this room to track Desmond in case of bleeds - it would be irresponsible to ignore that risk, to not take that precaution.
"Oh, I'd planned on it," Shaun replied, as arrogantly as possible, but Desmond only grinned at him before sliding his hand behind Shaun's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Shaun didn't even hesitate, groaned softly at the taste of himself on Desmond's lips, in his mouth. But he pulled back before it got too heated. "I'd planned on sleeping, Desmond," he chided, or tried to, but he was a little out of breath, and the effect might have been ruined. "Now, I'm going to get changed. You should clean up and do the same," he murmured, and stood. Desmond grinned, and sauntered over to his little bathroom and Shaun followed his own orders and brushed his teeth and changed into his sleep pants and loose t-shirt before wandering back into the main room, checking his phone for anything he needed to respond to immediately. There wasn't anything urgent, so he set his alarm (and his backup) and double-checked his notification settings.
By the time he was back by Desmond's bed, the man in question was laid out and watching Shaun curiously. Shaun laid his phone on the bed by the pillow, and slid between the sheets easily enough, though it took a few minutes for the both of them to shift until they were comfortable, in almost the same position they'd slept in last time - Desmond curled against Shaun's back, one arm thrown over his side, hand brushing over his stomach, slowly. It took less time than usual for Shaun to relax, for his mind to slow down and ease him into sleep. He was almost there when he heard Desmond's soft chuckle.
"You know, I still don't have your number," he murmured, and Shaun couldn't help the startled laugh that escaped him.
"Desmond, you don't even have a phone, shut up. Go to sleep," he ordered, and Desmond huffed at him in return, but he settled a bit further, breaths evening out only moments later. Shaun wasn't far behind.
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In the morning, it wasn't even Shaun's alarm that woke them, it was Rebecca's yelling - Shaun hadn't turned off the kettle the night before, and it had burned itself out over the night and wouldn't turn on.
Of course, when she found him in the animus room instead of his own room, there was more yelling, but it was more of the 'congratulations' and 'I told you so' kind.
Shaun was still 'forced' to make a supply run later that morning.
No one objected when he said he needed Desmond along to help.
FILL: One Night in New York (3/3)
Shaun caught up to Desmond before the man had made it halfway to his bed in the big room. "Wait," he said, and Desmond stopped and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. Shaun stopped a few feet from him and just stared at him a moment. "I don't," he began, then shook his head. "I don't want to pretend it didn't happen," he said firmly. Desmond stepped closer to him, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips and Shaun flushed a little, because he might have fixated on them a bit, back then and now. "I want," he said, and stopped there, because it said everything, didn't it? "I want," he repeated and the smile appeared fully on Desmond's face at that.
"You do, hmmm?," Desmond asked, placing his hands on Shaun's hips and waiting. He didn't pull Shaun closer, like Shaun had expected. "What exactly do you want?," he murmured. "I like it best when you tell me," Desmond admitted with a wicked grin, and Shaun sucked in a breath because he definitely remembered that. He'd remembered that a lot lately.
"I want your mouth," Shaun replied, a little shakier than he meant. "I want you on your knees, your mouth stretched around my cock," he added, just in case Desmond hadn't gotten the picture. Desmond's eyes widened, like maybe he was surprised Shaun went with it, but he shivered slightly, too, hands gripping Shaun's hips a little tighter.
"Yeah, I can do that," Desmond breathed, pupils wide and dark - honestly, he looked a little dazed. "One thing," he murmured, grinning, and Shaun laughed because he knew what came next. Desmond pulled him close and leaned in and kissed him. It was different from before, a little slower at first, a little sweeter, but before long it was just as hungry, just as needy. Shaun's hands were in Desmond's hair, on his shoulders, restless and eager to touch as much as he could. He pulled away, though, because he did need to breathe, and he was worked up, and he really wanted Desmond to follow through on that promise he'd made. So he smirked and moved towards Desmond's bed, where he sat on the edge and spread his legs and leaned back with one brow raised.
Desmond only grinned. "Yeah," he said, though Shaun hadn't said anything. He placed his hands on Shaun's thighs as he sank to his knees and nuzzled at the prominent bulge in Shaun's trousers. Shaun choked back a noise, because he hadn't expected that. Desmond closed his eyes and mouthed at Shaun's dick through the fabric of his slacks. It was the most wanton thing Shaun had ever seen, and he couldn't help but shudder. One of his hands moved to Desmond's head, using the barest amount of pressure to pull him closer. Desmond only moaned softly, laved his tongue over the material as if he simply couldn't wait to taste.
"C'mon, Desmond, pull me out," he breathed, and Desmond did, pulled back enough to unzip Shaun's trousers and ease his cock out of his pants with gentle, reverent movements. Shaun let out a content sigh, watched avidly as Desmond leaned in and mouthed at his cock directly. Shaun had expected licks at first, but no, Desmond just used his lips, dragging them up and down the hot flesh of Shaun's dick like it was doing things for him. It certainly did things for Shaun, precome beading at the tip of his prick and dripping down when there was enough, only for Desmond to catch it with his mouth and smear it along the shaft until he was slick and shiny and mad with desire. "That's good, Desmond, so good. Go on, now, use your mouth proper. Take me in," he ordered, and Desmond shivered, one hand dropped to his lap as he followed Shaun's direction.
Desmond opened his mouth and lowered it over Shaun's prick, tongue sliding over him eagerly, like he'd just been waiting for permission to taste like this. Shaun's hand was still on Desmond's head, and he urged Desmond to take more, more, until Desmond's lips were at the base - he'd taken all of Shaun without the slightest complaint, those generous lips stretched well about the base of his shaft and Shaun just held him there for a moment. Desmond closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, and his shoulder moved slowly, massaging himself through his jeans.
Shaun suddered. "So good, Desmond," he murmured, then remembered. "Such a good boy," he said again, and that earned him a shudder from Desmond, a soft moan that vibrated against the prick in his mouth, and Shaun gasped and urged Desmond back. "Not gonna last long," he panted, feeling suddenly out of breath. "Go on, make me come. Use only your mouth," he breathed, shifting his hips forward and his legs further apart to give Desmond a bit more room. "Keep touching yourself, but through your jeans," he urged, as Desmond bobbed his head, slurped and swallowed around his prick like he needed it to live.
"I want you to come like that, in your pants," he breathed. "Want you to feel as crazy as I did, fuck, Desmond," he gasped, hand still on Desmond's head, gripping his hair tighter. "God, I'm gonna come in your mouth, make you swallow all of it. Now, Desmond!," he gasped again, and he moved his hips, too, and Desmond was moaning helplessly, sucking and slurping as best he could, but he was a mess of drool and precome and he didn't even hesitate at all. Shaun thrust into that mouth as he came, held Desmond down for the first few spurts, but eased him back after, finished on Desmond's lips and chin. He was panting like he'd run a marathon, still shuddering with the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm, and Desmond just laid his head on Shaun's thigh - just as out of breath, a wet stain starting to spread on his jeans.
"Fuck," Shaun breathed, because that was so much like their last night together had been - only their positions had been reversed - and it was just as hot from this end, really. He ran his fingers through Desmond's hair idly until he'd caught his breath, and glanced down only to find Desmond looking up at him, smiling softly with half-lidded eyes.
"I did," he breathed, and god, he sounded so rough, and Shaun did that. The thought made Shaun shudder a little, lick his lips. "You make me feel crazy," Desmond clarified, and Shaun huffed out a laugh.
"I can see that. Jesus, that was... intense," he murmured. "I didn't think you'd actually...," he gestured at Desmond's groin, and Desmond shrugged, but the smile didn't leave his face.
"Yeah, well. You told me to," he murmured, and that smile turned into a smirk. "And just like I said: I like it when you tell me."
Shaun shuddered slightly. "You're a menace," he breathed, but he knew he was smiling, too. His hand moved from Desmond's hair to his face, brushing over his cheekbones to his slightly swollen lips. Desmond closed his eyes and Shaun sort of smeared the come on his face towards his mouth, and Desmond licked his fingers clean, humming softly at each swipe of his tongue. "Christ, what you do to me," Shaun murmured, and Desmond smirked up at him, eyes open again and full of mirth.
"We kind of switched places," he said, shifting to give the bed a significant look, raising one eyebrow at Shaun. Shaun had noticed, of course he had, and he'd love nothing more than to finish that previous night's events like this, but he shook his head.
"We did, but... I don't have supplies, Desmond. I didn't... I didn't think you remembered, and I certainly didn't plan on this. I'll do the next supply run," he said. "Normally, that would be a week or so away, unless you can think of a compelling reason to convince the girls to let me go sooner," he added, and Desmond grinned.
"They're not cruel, you know. We could just tell them," he said, finally pushing himself to his feet. He stripped off his shirt and sat beside Shaun on the bed to pull off his shoes and then his socks. Shaun took the opportunity to tuck himself away, though he was far from presentable. "I don't... Shaun, look, I don't know where all this is going, but I don't... I don't want it to be a secret, I don't wanna have to hide it and snatch moments only when we can, alright? I want more than that, and I know we haven't exactly known each other long, it's just..," he sighed, shaking his head and for a moment he just looked so defeated.
Shaun reached out, hand touching Desmond's shoulder, and he was surprised when Desmond leaned into the touch. "Yeah, I get it," he said. "I... truth be told, I'd be terrible at hiding it, and Rebecca knows anyways. I'm certain Lucy suspects something, so I'm saying we don't. Have to hide it, I mean," he offered, face more than a little warm. "I followed you in here knowing that it... it wasn't just one time, if you didn't want it to be."
Desmond turned to look at him, expression so full of hope it almost hurt to look at him. Shaun didn't look away, and he was glad he didn't, because Desmond gave him this almost bashful smile, like nothing Shaun had ever seen on him before. "Yeah, I don't want it to be. Stay here tonight," he offered, and Shaun nodded. He had his own room, but they had cameras all over this room to track Desmond in case of bleeds - it would be irresponsible to ignore that risk, to not take that precaution.
"Oh, I'd planned on it," Shaun replied, as arrogantly as possible, but Desmond only grinned at him before sliding his hand behind Shaun's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Shaun didn't even hesitate, groaned softly at the taste of himself on Desmond's lips, in his mouth. But he pulled back before it got too heated. "I'd planned on sleeping, Desmond," he chided, or tried to, but he was a little out of breath, and the effect might have been ruined. "Now, I'm going to get changed. You should clean up and do the same," he murmured, and stood. Desmond grinned, and sauntered over to his little bathroom and Shaun followed his own orders and brushed his teeth and changed into his sleep pants and loose t-shirt before wandering back into the main room, checking his phone for anything he needed to respond to immediately. There wasn't anything urgent, so he set his alarm (and his backup) and double-checked his notification settings.
By the time he was back by Desmond's bed, the man in question was laid out and watching Shaun curiously. Shaun laid his phone on the bed by the pillow, and slid between the sheets easily enough, though it took a few minutes for the both of them to shift until they were comfortable, in almost the same position they'd slept in last time - Desmond curled against Shaun's back, one arm thrown over his side, hand brushing over his stomach, slowly. It took less time than usual for Shaun to relax, for his mind to slow down and ease him into sleep. He was almost there when he heard Desmond's soft chuckle.
"You know, I still don't have your number," he murmured, and Shaun couldn't help the startled laugh that escaped him.
"Desmond, you don't even have a phone, shut up. Go to sleep," he ordered, and Desmond huffed at him in return, but he settled a bit further, breaths evening out only moments later. Shaun wasn't far behind.
In the morning, it wasn't even Shaun's alarm that woke them, it was Rebecca's yelling - Shaun hadn't turned off the kettle the night before, and it had burned itself out over the night and wouldn't turn on.
Of course, when she found him in the animus room instead of his own room, there was more yelling, but it was more of the 'congratulations' and 'I told you so' kind.
Shaun was still 'forced' to make a supply run later that morning.
No one objected when he said he needed Desmond along to help.