Yeah, this would be a lot easier if we weren't living with all of them.
[ It is WEIRD. They have definitely talked about this. Mako has definitely whispered into Wu's skin at night about how weird this feels and how much he'd rather steal Wu somewhere safe and do this alone. Knowing they're all in the same house is... hard.
No, you're right. It's a good thing that they're here, even if it's weird when you think about it for too long.
[ Why is this such an intriguing idea? It is, enough to send a little frisson of heat under Mako's skin the more he thinks about it. There are words floating in his head, too embarrassing to say out loud, but maybe typing them—
Maybe that's easier.
Even if he's beetroot red while he does it. ]
Yeah? You think you'd like that? You wouldn't have any way to tell me what you wanted. You'd kind of just have to take it.
[ It gets Wu too, heat flushing his face and shooting through his gut. He wants that and he doesn't know why he wants that. He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. But that doesn't stop him ]
When do you ever do things I don't like?
[ Well there was that whole argument a few weeks ago. Wu quickly follows it up with: ]
When we're in bed. I mean. I like everything you do to me.
[ Is that too open? He's not sure. He's pretty sure he could trust his whole self to Mako, but that doesn't make it not scary ]
[ It's a good point. So far they haven't done anything that neither of them have liked. Everything feels new but so far from tentative, because it's new to both of them. ]
[ It does feel safer, to text instead of talking. Maybe because Mako is so careful with his words. Maybe because he doesn't have to see how Mako looks at him for saying things. ]
I don't know.
[ It's not totally true, but he does't really have the words to explain it ]
I like it when you do things to me. Like when you hold me down and things like that. This is similar. Right?
[ Oh, another surge of heat. Mako's skin prickles lightly, thinking about Wu stretched out under him, pliant and trusting, letting Mako drag kisses over him until he's writhing— ]
It is similar. I kind of like the idea of keeping you there and seeing how long you can go without talking. The longer you keep it up, the more I touch you.
Like a challenge. How long could you keep it up until you had to take it off to beg me to touch you?
[ He's like a man possessed writing these things. The thrill of embarrassment, of guilt and shame for feeling this way, is heady in its own way. Mako didn't know he felt like this, but Wu makes it safe, somehow. ]
[ Mako is flush with heat and boldness alike, his fingers hovering tightly over the Fluid, his breath coming a little fast. Wu would beg. He would, Mako knows that and he doesn't know why. He'd get himself worked up and desperate and say please if Mako told him to. ]
Wu gets to his feet and carefully adjusts himself in his pants, walking down the long halls of the mansion to Mako's office. He doesn't bother knocking, just pushes open the door, and closing it firmly behind himself. His heart is in his throat, a mix of confidence, arousal, and embarrassment coursing through him. The first two are winning out, at least. ]
[ Mako had something of an idea what was coming as soon as Wu didn't answer him, but his breath catches at the small metallic snap of the lock behind Wu, and more than that at the look on his face. Just as flushed as Mako feels, with his eyes dark and so, so green.
Mako sucks in a breath, holds out a hand for him. ]
[ He loves that look on Mako's face. He loves when Mako is so focused on him, when his thoughts are filled up with Wu.
He takes Mako's hand, standing in front of him, his eyes flicking over Mako's face.
He knows exactly what he wants. He leans in, other hand braced on the back of Mako's desk chair to kiss him, hard and hot and promising him so much more. ]
[ That's what makes Wu so easy to be around: it's that clarifying thing, like fire, burning away everything that is not Wu. Mako gets trapped in the maze of his own head, fighting off cobwebs, and Wu is like a light in the darkness sometimes, pushing everything else away. He fills up the corners of Mako's mind with his stories and laughter.
Mako doesn't hestitate to wrap both arms around Wu's waist, to tug him down until he's sprawled over Mako's lap in the chair. Wu can probably feel that he's already half-hard just from talking about this. Mako should be embarrassed, but mostly he's just turned on, lets himself get lost in the press of lips for a while. ]
[ Wu rocks down against him, loving the feel of Mako hard for him, because of him. It's proof that Mako wants him, proof that he still needs, in spite of everything. He needs to Mako to tell him he loves Wu, and he needs Mako to show him that he wants him.
He kisses Mako harder, fingers pushing into his hair. It's easy to fall into him, still thinking about Mako making him beg, covering his mouth, pushing him down. He trusts Mako with that. He trusts Mako with everything. ]
[ Mako wants him with a force that scares him, or would if it wasn't so all-consuming. He lets one hand slide firmly down Wu's back, to the swell of his ass, groans as Wu's fingers drag on his scalp.
Oddly enough, he wants to talk. Barely pulling away, he breathes hard against Wu's lips, throbbing with want. ]
Yeah. That's exactly what I think. You like it when I tell you exactly what I want.
[ It's so much harder to say the words out loud. Writing them was one thing, and they still pulse through Mako with a heat that's hard to ignore. He makes himself meet Wu's eyes, presses the tips of his fingers up under Wu's soft shirt, not tucked in. Mako thanks small mercies and gathers himself. ]
I want you begging me to touch you.
[ His face flames, but the words are out and laced with heat, and Mako can't take them back. ]
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Yeah, this would be a lot easier if we weren't living with all of them.
[ It is WEIRD. They have definitely talked about this. Mako has definitely whispered into Wu's skin at night about how weird this feels and how much he'd rather steal Wu somewhere safe and do this alone. Knowing they're all in the same house is... hard.
That sure is a thought, though. ]
Would you want that?
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[ It's practical, even if it gets in the way of their sex life ]
Maybe.
We should try it.
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[ Why is this such an intriguing idea? It is, enough to send a little frisson of heat under Mako's skin the more he thinks about it. There are words floating in his head, too embarrassing to say out loud, but maybe typing them—
Maybe that's easier.
Even if he's beetroot red while he does it. ]
Yeah? You think you'd like that? You wouldn't have any way to tell me what you wanted. You'd kind of just have to take it.
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When do you ever do things I don't like?
[ Well there was that whole argument a few weeks ago. Wu quickly follows it up with: ]
When we're in bed. I mean. I like everything you do to me.
[ Is that too open? He's not sure. He's pretty sure he could trust his whole self to Mako, but that doesn't make it not scary ]
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Yeah, so do I.
Why do you think you'd like this?
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I don't know.
[ It's not totally true, but he does't really have the words to explain it ]
I like it when you do things to me. Like when you hold me down and things like that. This is similar. Right?
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It is similar. I kind of like the idea of keeping you there and seeing how long you can go without talking. The longer you keep it up, the more I touch you.
Like a challenge. How long could you keep it up until you had to take it off to beg me to touch you?
[ He's like a man possessed writing these things. The thrill of embarrassment, of guilt and shame for feeling this way, is heady in its own way. Mako didn't know he felt like this, but Wu makes it safe, somehow. ]
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But it is allowed here. All that matters if that he wants it, and Mako wants it. No one else's opinion matters. ]
You want to see me beg?
[ It's so deliciously wrong. Wu curls up tighter on the couch he's perched on, flushed and more than a little turned on. ]
You know you could just ask.
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[ Mako is flush with heat and boldness alike, his fingers hovering tightly over the Fluid, his breath coming a little fast. Wu would beg. He would, Mako knows that and he doesn't know why. He'd get himself worked up and desperate and say please if Mako told him to. ]
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He can't just stand for that, can he?
Wu gets to his feet and carefully adjusts himself in his pants, walking down the long halls of the mansion to Mako's office. He doesn't bother knocking, just pushes open the door, and closing it firmly behind himself. His heart is in his throat, a mix of confidence, arousal, and embarrassment coursing through him. The first two are winning out, at least. ]
That what you think, baby?
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Mako sucks in a breath, holds out a hand for him. ]
Come here.
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He takes Mako's hand, standing in front of him, his eyes flicking over Mako's face.
He knows exactly what he wants. He leans in, other hand braced on the back of Mako's desk chair to kiss him, hard and hot and promising him so much more. ]
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Mako doesn't hestitate to wrap both arms around Wu's waist, to tug him down until he's sprawled over Mako's lap in the chair. Wu can probably feel that he's already half-hard just from talking about this. Mako should be embarrassed, but mostly he's just turned on, lets himself get lost in the press of lips for a while. ]
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He kisses Mako harder, fingers pushing into his hair. It's easy to fall into him, still thinking about Mako making him beg, covering his mouth, pushing him down. He trusts Mako with that. He trusts Mako with everything. ]
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Oddly enough, he wants to talk. Barely pulling away, he breathes hard against Wu's lips, throbbing with want. ]
Yeah. That's exactly what I think. You like it when I tell you exactly what I want.
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What do you want, big guy?
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I want you begging me to touch you.
[ His face flames, but the words are out and laced with heat, and Mako can't take them back. ]
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It knocks the breath out of him. ]
Funny. I want to suck your cock.
[ His face flushes hotter as he says it, but he manages to hold Mako's gaze unwaveringly. ]