You: Cecil always felt nervous before a show, no matter how many times he's been performing for people. He thinks it may be because he knows practically everyone in the bar, considering the fact they've only ever played shows in Night Vale. Still, here he was, taking a quick sip of whatever glass of alcohol he could reach as he watched Earl stand up to announce they were on in a few seconds. Cecil reassured himself that, as they started the show, all the nervousness will melt away like always. But as he stepped on stage, waving and laughing with the rush of adrenaline, he spotted someone in the back, leaning against the bar. Everything about him was perfect, and it made Cecil nervous all over again.

Stranger: Carlos was reluctant to go out for the night, ever tempted by work, but he agreed to come along as a friend of a coworker was supposed to be playing that night. Carlos was up, getting himself another drink when Julian's friend spoke and their table cheered and clapped, but Carlos was really only going through the motions until the music started and he looked back up. The man center stage was... wow. The bartender bought back his attention, but when Carlos made his way back to their table, drink in hand, his eyes were trained on the band.

You: Cecil watched the man move back to his table, trying not to make it obvious. He shook his head and tried to convince himself he couldn't pay attention to him the entire time. Too distracting. Still, all throughout the set, his eyes would trail back to him. He knew the other could see him staring, but Cecil didn't care more and more as the night went on.

Stranger: Before the end of the second song, Carlos was tragically in love. He couldn't keep his eyes off the lead singer and didn't' care how obvious he was, while Julia had failed to mention anything about this bar, Carlos was understandably convinced by now that it was packed with more than a few gay folks. He was sure he could get away with staring. The nervous thumb running over the lip of his beer bottle, however, was unintentional.

You: Cecil knew he had to meet him. The second they were done, anticipation grew in his chest, and he met the man's eyes and smiled, as he he said his thank yous. He stepped back and practically threw the microphone at Earl and rushed offstage, desperate to change and get out there.

Stranger: Carlos couldn't help his blush and soft smile as he watched the man scurry away. He joined in with the conversation, halfhearted, then as soon as he saw that man reenter the bar, he stood up and made his way back to the bar, singling himself out.

You: Cecil ordered a beer and sat with his back away from the direction he knew the other would come from, enticing on purpose. He sipped at his drink and took small compliments from the people around him, not really looking for conversation with anyone else.

Stranger: Ah, of course. Carlos could almost laugh, of course he was too shy to approach him. Carlos didn't mind, though. He sat himself next to the man and ordered himself another beer. "Hey." he smiled warmly. "You guys sound really good."

You: Cecil smiled and turned around, almost gasping out loud. He was even more beautiful up close, with his perfect teeth and beautiful hair. Cecil wanted to reach out and run his hands through it and never let go. He spoke before to stop himself from staring, dumbfounded. "Yeah? Thanks."

Stranger: "Anytime." Carlos took his drink from the bartender and propping his elbow on the bar. "Couldn't help but notice you had a little trouble focusing on your set, though."

You: "Really?" Cecil turned to face the other and smiled, leaning in to rest his elbows on his thighs. "Whatever could be the reason, I wonder?"

Stranger: Carlos laughed and sipped from his beer. "Well, I was hoping you'd tell me." he sat down the bottle. "I'm Carlos."

You: Cecil hummed and took a sip of his beer. "I'm Cecil. I don't know if you were paying attention when I introduced myself on stage on account of the staring."

Stranger: "I promise I wasn't." he smiled. "You look amazing, and I like how easily flustered you are. It's really cute." Carlos didn't usually feel... quite so brave, but Cecil was cute as a button and he didn't mind taking some charge over this.

You: Cecil felt his face turn red, and he leaned away to lean on the bar instead. "Well, I... uh.. Thank you! You do too. Look amazing, I mean."

Stranger: "Oh, it's..." It was Carlos' turn to feel shy. "These are just my work clothes. I didn't realize this morning that I was dressing to go out."

You: Cecil giggled softly and took a sip of his beer. "I'm sure you're glad you went out anyway, though?"

Stranger: Here it was, alright. Carlos took a slow breath in, "I think... that might depend what your plans are for the rest of the night."

You: "Nothing too special. Go home, have a drink. You know." Cecil leaned in close with a smug smile. "Unless you have something else in mind."

Stranger: Carlos bit his lip and smiled. This time, when his hand stroked slow down the glass of his beer bottle, it was a little less self conscious. "Should I buy you a drink first, or can I take you to my place, tonight, Cecil?"

You: "You don't need to buy me a drink. I certainly won't take offense if you don't." Cecil glanced over to Carlos' hand on the bottle before looking back at him, taking Carlos in from this close. His hair and face and teeth were all images of perfection, and every time he looked, he found something new to love about Carlos. He reached out, slow enough so as to give Carlos a chance to back away, and pressed his thumb to a mole on Carlos' jaw, the rest of his hand curling around his face softly. "I hope this is okay.. You're just so pretty, I need to make sure you're real."

Stranger: Warm eyes followed the path of Cecil's hand and Carlos hummed quietly when Cecil made contact. "That's just fine." he mumbled, keeping his jaw as still as he could while still talking. "I'd like you to touch me, that's why we're here, isn't it?"

You: Cecil hummed, and rubbed his thumb against Carlos' face for a second before withdrawing his hand, placing it on the other's knee instead. "That's a good point." He giggled softly to himself as he scanned the room full of people, obviously trying to look for someone. "My.. Earl, the guitarist. He's going to be so mad I left with you instead of him. Not that we're dating or anything, so I dunno why he would give a shit, but it'll still be funny when he calls to yell at me tomorrow."

Stranger: "Oh." Carlos pulled his face back a little, face warm. "Are you... like, are you sure he's not..." Carlos cleared his throat, "I don't want to get between you and your... not-boyfriend."

You: Cecil waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine, don't worry. He just gets a little jealous, but that's nothing to worry about. I wouldn't even consider him my 'not-boyfriend' in the first place."

Stranger: Carlos chuckled. "Okay, alright." he wiped off his palms on his jeans, clammy with anticipation and the condensation off his beer. "Uh, let me pay my tab, then we can head out to my car?"

You: Cecil turned to the bar to pay for his own beer as Carlos did the same, and stood once he was finished, taking a deep breath. "You ready?"

Stranger: "Mhmm." Carlos couldn't stop his excited smile. He patted his pocket to find his keys. "Uh, grab anything you need, let's head out."

You: Cecil mimicked Carlos and patted his pockets to check if he had everything he needed, and gave a simple thumbs up in response.

Stranger: Carlos lead the way, not even looking back, bad as he wanted to. He did give an abashed wave to the table of his work friends before speeding along, ignoring their jeers, and stepping out into the muggy summer air. Finally, he turned back and smiled warmly at Cecil.

You: Cecil smiled and stepped quicker to walk alongside Carlos. He took a relieving deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the hot, dry, fresh air fill his lungs. "You're not from here, are you?"

Stranger: "Uh, no, a few towns over." he fished out his keys and unlocked his car. "Julia, from my work, she knows Earl, asked us to come support him." Carlos paused as they reached the car. "So, it's a bit of a drive back to my place, is yours closer?"

You: Cecil leaned on the roof of Carlos' car, resting his chin on his folded arms. "I don't mind driving a little."

Stranger: Carlos nodded, "Okay, yeah." he smiled, then opened the door, then felt a sudden sharp drop in his stomach. Oh, god, how do you forget that? It's usually all he can think of whenever he talks to someone in a place like this. Carlos felt his anxiety start to burble up, but cut it off with a sudden, "I'm trans. Sorry. Uh, not- not sorry that I'm..." he trailed off and pressed his hand to his face. "If you wanna go back in, or talk it over, I get it."

You: Cecil was surprised for only a moment before he turned to Carlos and smiled. "You're kidding. I am too! You don't have to be worried about it. Obviously it's totally fine."

Stranger: Thank god. Carlos laughed a nervy bleat of relief, "Oh, oh thank god, okay." he smiled. "I just- usually I mention it earlier, I just forgot." he licked his lips. "Okay." Carlos slid down into the driver's seat.

You: Cecil just smiled, watching Carlos with admiration. He got in the car and looked at Carlos, his smile persisting. "I actually think it's flattering you forgot to tell me."

Stranger: "You didn't feel like a danger." He admitted. Something about that realization... the connection... Carlos felt so much more connected to this stranger. "Oh, uh, I'm hard, and my packer is going to bug me for the whole drive home, do you mind if I just... uh, take it out?"

You: Cecil laughed and nodded, waving his hand. "Of course, sure, yeah. Of course you can."

Stranger: Carlos dipped his head to hide his blush. "Thank you, okay." he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock, giggling nervously as he dropped it into the console and shut the lid before he redid the button. "Sorry, it was going to rub way too much." Carlos pulled on his seat belt and glanced back over to Cecil.

You: "It's fine, I totally get it. I'm only laughing because you said it out of nowhere. It was just a shock value thing." Cecil looked back and smiled, licking his lips. All he wanted to do was kiss Carlos, and he leaned in slowly, again allowing enough time for Carlos to say no.

Stranger: "I wouldn't have-" Carlos cut himself off when he realized what Cecil was doing. Oh. "Oh." He leaned in too, letting Cecil take control when he pressed his mouth slowly and soft against Cecil's.

You: Cecil sighed softly, and brought his hand up to press against Carlos' cheek. He slowly took the lead, leaning back only to dive in again every once in a while. He only pulled away after he felt breathless, and he panted softly as he smiled. "So. Your place?"

Stranger: Dear god, it had been too long. Carlos followed Cecil's lips for a second as he pulled away and blinked dully before nodding, "Right, you're right." he started up the car. "I think we need a bedroom."

You: Cecil hummed a laugh and nodded. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, grounding himself as he felt the wind from the open window hit his face.

Stranger: They were a while down the road before Carlos looked over to Cecil. "Who could've thought I almost skipped this." his warm was soft, almost reverent. "I wanted to head straight home after work. I usually would have, I'm glad I didn't."

You: Cecil tilted his head to look at Carlos and hummed, smiling warming. "I'm glad too, I usually don't get much variety these days. Not that I'm complaining about the sex I get, but... sometimes you just wanna switch it up, y'know? Especially when you aren't actually with the person you're fucking."

Stranger: A quiet beat. "I don't know, uh, no. I haven't actually, uh." Carlos cleared his throat. "I haven't really tried to meet anybody since I moved here, so, I'm not really having any. Right now."

You: Cecil nodded, his eyes closing again. "Well, I'm glad to help with that."

Stranger: "You tired?" Carlos peeked over again as he drove. They'd pulled off the ringroad and were headed down the highway now, not long until they reached home.

You: Cecil smiled and shrugged. "Maybe. I was just up on stage for forty five minutes. But no. I'm just basking in the moment. It's nice."

Stranger: Carlos smiled too. "It's real nice." he mumbled softly. The road was mostly empty, and there wasn't a check stop in sight on the open stretch of road.

You: Cecil let the comfortable silence fill the car only for a few seconds before he started humming to himself. It was a soft melody, a song he knew how to sing well, but humming it created the perfect soft atmosphere for the both of them to bask in together.

Stranger: Carlos cleared his throat as he pulled into the parking lot for his apartment and shut off his car. He sat quietly for a second before leaning over again and wordlessly kissing Cecil. "Can I take you up to my place?"

You: Cecil sighed against Carlos' lips and nodded, his eyes blissfully shut. "Yes, please," he said softly. There was an obvious difference to all of Cecil in this moment. Here, he could tell, he wasn't the lead singer of a band, or a late night radio show host. He was just Cecil, and he felt more at ease here. He felt as if all the professionalism and showbiz was stripped away from him, and he was comfortable with what was left. "I would love nothing more."

Stranger: With a shy grin, Carlos pulled back and grabbed his wallet, keys, and packer from their various hiding places, tucking them into his pockets and letting himself out of the car. He was excited. This was happening. It had been longer than he'd like to admit, even to himself, but Carlos was taking someone home, and he was going to have a great time.

You: Cecil got out and followed, jogging for a moment to fall in line with Carlos. The journey up to the apartment was long, and Cecil couldn't tell if it was because of the anticipation, or literal time melting around them, but he didn't care. The second the door was closed behind them, he kissed Carlos excitedly, ringing his arms around his neck.

Stranger: Carlos usually fond himself falling into bed. Tumbling off his feet and out of his head so that he could just turn off his brain for a moment and kiss or touch or lay there or let himself be acted upon. It was an issue, and it was part of his all-too-long drought that he felt out of control. Cecil, however, grounded him. Carlos felt as though each nerve and muscle and square inch of his skin was connected directly to his mind, and he was in delicate control of each one as he slid his hands under Cecil's ass and pulled him up until the slighter man had his legs wrapped around Carlos' waist.

You: Cecil hardly expected to be picked up, but letting his ankles slot together at the small of Carlos' back convinced him they were always meant to be there. He kissed a messy trail down Carlos' neck but hesitated, leaning away to face the other. "Can I leave a mark? Or should I do it somewhere less visible?"

Stranger: The readily supplied answer of 'no, dear god, not where someone can see,' was already on the tip of Carlos' tongue before he swallowed it back. "Anywhere you like." he mumbled, catching Cecil's lips with his again as he started off to his room.

You: Cecil leaned closer to Carlos and held tighter around his neck, laughing quietly into his arm. He pressed kisses to any available skin as they moved together, trailing up his jaw and to his lips.

Stranger: When they reached his room, Carlos felt a wave of all too familiar uncertainty. He slowly slid his hands off, making sure Cecil found his footing before letting go, and sat on the bed. Fully clothed and hot in the face and wrecked with the sudden nervousness. "Sorry, I- let me breathe a second." he tried to smile, tried to pass it off as darling or cute or anything that wouldn't slow Cecil's excitement.

You: Cecil sat next to Carlos, laughing softly. "I guess carrying me wasn't the best of ideas, huh? Are you alright, though?"

Stranger: "Yeah, uh. I'm fine." Thank god, he wasn't going to dig into all this. Carlos rubbed his palms slowly down his thighs, wiping them off even though he wasn't sweating. "Sorry, what can... Sorry." fuck, he needed to shut up. Carlos needed to shut /up./ "I want to ask, just, what words you like to use. For your body. And, uh, where your limits are."

You: "Oh. I see." Cecil nodded and considered for a moment, trying to remember anything that would stick out to him. "I suppose, limits-wise, it's all pretty obvious. I can say if something is too much. But you can say whatever you'd like. I can't think of anything triggering any discomfort for me. Whatever you're comfortable with, I suppose."

Stranger: Carlos nodded. Control was slipping back to him and he was digging in his claws so that it wouldn't flit away again. "I can't take anything inside of me." he swallowed thickly, "I have a penis, and a vagina, and I would prefer we only focused on the former."

You: Cecil nodded again, making sure to keep that in mind. "Alright, I can do that." He looked over at Carlos, noticing how they were both sitting up, pivoted towards each other. This all felt so familiar in a nostalgic way. He could remember being younger and doing this for the first time: two sat close but not touching, besides one hand on a knee and lips, awkward but pretending it isn't. He leaned in to kiss Carlos the same way he had years ago, this time with more experience. He felt young again, and he smiled, hoping Carlos felt the same.

Stranger: Somehow, Cecil taking charge in that instant helped build Carlos back up from the helpless little pit he had been digging. He slid a hand over Cecil's hip and was pleased with the gentle curve. Guilt shocked him out of the thought, but Cecil said it was fine. His whole body was fine. Carlos could have any of him. He moaned into Cecil's mouth and regretted it with a hot splash of blush.

You: Cecil sighed in reply to the sound, and deepened the kiss to something more desperate. He placed his hand on Carlos' cheek and ran his thumb across the mole that stood out there.

Stranger: "I want to taste you." he mumbled, his hand slid up to Cecil's chest. "Can you, can we take this off?"

You: Cecil let out a soft moan, and nodded. His cheeks flushed red and hot, and he felt all the more breathless. "Oh, please. Shit, that was so hot. Your voice is so pretty."

Stranger: That drew out a laugh. Carlos pulled away just enough to work Cecil's shirt off, humming when he saw his chest. "How, uh." he chuckled, "How fresh is that?" he traced his thumb over the line of scarring, "Can you feel that?" he flicked his digit back and forth over Cecil's nipple and met his eyes with a smile.

You: Cecil sighed and let his eyes roll back, his face completely red. "Yeah, that's nice. It's, uh, pretty old at this point. Three years, I think?"

Stranger: "I'm four years this fall." he smiled, tenderly taking Cecil's piercing between two fingers and rolling it gently, tugging just a bit against him. Carlos leaned in to the other side and, as his fingers kept up their work, licked over Cecil's other nipple.

You: Cecil let out a laugh, which was interrupted by a drawn out groan as Carlos touched him. He arched his back to lean into the sensation, and his breathing picked up. His hand slowly found its way to Carlos' hair, and he gripped it loosely.

Stranger: Carlos peeked up, his voice dipped a touch lower than squeaky for a teasing "Oh, are you sensitive?" the ball of Cecil's piercing was taken between Carlos' teeth and he pulled away slow.

You: Cecil just nodded, and gripped tighter as Carlos teased. His hands shook with anticipation and he pushed Carlos away to lay on his back, reaching out enticingly.

Stranger: "You're so handsome." Carlos mumbled. He traced his hand over a tattoo, just a slight scratch of his nails over soft skin. "I really, really want to taste all of you."

You: Cecil stretched his arms above his hand and stretched, groaning softly. "You've got all of me, baby. All you have to do is choose where to start."

Stranger: Both hands slid down, ending on the waist of Cecil's pants. "I think I wanna skip straight to the good part." he mumbled, burning up at the direct goofy honesty of that line.

You: Cecil inhaled sharply, and his hands flew to the band of his pants as well, eagerly pushing them down. "I wouldn't mind that at all."

Stranger: Carlos wrapped his palm around the front of Cecil's boxers and squeezed... laughing out loud when he realized he had a handful of silicone. "Let's try that again..." he slipped his thumbs under his waistband and pushed

You: Cecil laughed softly, distracted at the perfect moment to feel the surprise of being touched a second later. He yelped out and brought his hands to cover his face, his cheeks red.

Stranger: "You okay?" Carlos' hands froze, the waistband just low enough to threaten exposure.

You: Cecil nodded, humming in the affirmative. "Just surprised me, is all. Please, keep going."

Stranger: Carlos nodded and pushed the underwear down, pulled them off Cecil, then hummed. "Oh, look! You're so hard for me."

You: Cecil huffed out a laugh, breathless with anticipation. "Yeah. Shit, it's all for you. I'm all yours." He smiled, removing the hands from his face to run through Carlos' hair, his confidence regaining.

Stranger: "Thank you, Cecil." If Carlos were a cat, he would have purred. He shifted down onto his elbows for support, between Cecil's legs, and looked up. "Can I suck your dick?"

You: Cecil melted at the words, letting out a soft sigh. He nodded. It felt as if his whole body was on fire, and he spread his legs fro Carlos. "Yeah, yes, please."

Stranger: He nestled his head and slid his tongue over the hood of Cecil's dick, swiping over it and only actually touching his dick incidentally.

You: Cecil let his head fall back onto the bed and waited for Carlos' mouth, except he didn't get what he was after. His head shot up and he scoffed, smiling. "Stop teasing!"

Stranger: Carlos felt his cheeks burn, but he didn't yet give in. "What, don't you like that?" his tongue came back down, just barely flicking his tip.

You: Cecil let out a shaky sigh, and squeezed his fist around Carlos' hair just tight enough to get his point across. "Come on, please? It's not enough."

Stranger: With a final laugh, Carlos pulled Cecil's cock into his mouth, sucking and groaning around the hard length.

You: The sudden shot of pleasure that ran through Cecil caused him to cry out, his back arched. The loud yelp slowly died down, turning into a moan in the same breath with a satisfied laugh in between. "Oh shit, that's good... Carlos, please, just like that."

Stranger: "Jesus, Cecil, I have neighbours." his tone was teasing, though. Carlos reached up to take one of Cecil's hands, a surprisingly intimate gesture as he ducked back down to suck at him again.

You: "I'm sorry," Cecil sighed. He held onto Carlos' hand tightly as he finally relaxed against the mattress. His noises quieted significantly, until they were soft moans and sighs, with an occasional drawn out curse.

Stranger: Carlos dipped down, pressing his tongue into Cecil. He hadn't been around this anatomy in a long time, it felt weird, to be honest. He wanted to just suck but... other people enjoyed their vaginas, he supposed.

You: Cecil just basked in the pleasure, moaning softly every few seconds. He gripped tighter onto to Carlos' hair whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot, hoping Carlos caught on to the subtle requests to focus there.


Stranger: Carlos almost laughed with the not-so-subtle directions. He did as he'd been told, focusing on what he assumed to be his G-spot, based only on the pulling of his hair and gasps from above.

You: It was mere minutes before Cecil felt himself teetering to the edge, and the desperately inched his hips against Carlos' mouth. "I'm close," he moaned.

Stranger: Carlos nodded, pulling away and pushing a finger into Cecil, seeking out the same spot his tongue had worked so hard at. "You gonna come for me?" his voice was soft. "Good boy, it's okay." he leaned down and sucked his clit as his finger worked, a second digit slipping in.

You: Cecil whined as Carlos moved away, but practically almost came then and there as he dipped back down. He nodded along with Carlos' words, letting out a soft "uh-huh," in response. After that, it only took him a few seconds to finally be pushed over the edge, and he moaned, his back arching.

Stranger: Carlos smiled around Cecil, keeping his head and mouth in place for him until he was sure Cecil was done. He pulled back and lid his fingers out, sucking them clean. "That's it, good boy." he purred. "There you go."

You: Cecil melted with the words, and hummed his thanks. He pushed himself to sit up, and moved closer to Carlos, placing a gentile hand on his stomach. "Your turn?"

Stranger: "Are you sure you don't need a second? I don't want to brag but that sounded like it was kind of intense." Carlos licked his lips and leaned in for a kiss.

You: Cecil smiled, and tilted his chin up to meet Carlos' lips. "I'll be alright." his hand slid down, and he ran the band of Carlos' boxers with his fingertips.

Stranger: Carlos groaned and tipped his head back. Cecil could take it for a second, he didn't mind. Carlos grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling away from the kiss just to take it off.

You: Cecil was immediately back to kissing Carlos once his shirt was off, trailing down to suck even more soft marks into Carlos' neck. His fingers slipped under the band of his boxers, and lingered there for a second. "Is this okay?"

Stranger: Carlos didn't hold in a giggle when Cecil asked permission. "Yes! Yes, it's encouraged." He laid back and pushed his hips up to help Cecil pull his boxers down. He hadn't... obviously Carlos hadn't expected this to happen today. He was sure Cecil would forgive if he hadn't shaved in a while. In fact, Carlos was not just proud but /euphoric/ over his stomach hair and happy trail that was developing.

You: Cecil huffed out a laugh and laid next to Carlos, his fingers running through the hair for a moment before pushing his way through to run a slow finger across Carlos' length.

Stranger: Almost instantly, Carlos grit his teeth to avoid the noises he knew he'd make. "O-oh..." he choked out, spreading his legs. "You... yes, please. Yes." his cock was quite large, peeking out from its hood with a swollen red tip that was almost longer than the curls surrounding it.

You: Cecil laughed quietly, the sound coming out deep and quiet. He pressed down a little harder, his chin tilting up to kiss Carlos' jaw. "You're real sensitive, huh?"

Stranger: Carlos nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. "Yeah. God, yeah." he cleared his throat. "Please, Cecil, please more?"

You: Cecil withdrew only for a moment, and brought his fingers up to push slowly into Carlos' mouth. After a few seconds, he brought his newly-slicked fingers back into place, and rubbed circles into Carlos' cock.

Stranger: Oh, Cecil really was taking charge! Carlos was surprised for only a moment, but slid into the role, moaning around Cecil's fingers and whining at the touch. "Fuck, yes." he rocked his hips, trying to match Cecil's movements.

You: Cecil continued the teasing for a minute, before leaning away to look at Carlos. "Do you, uh. Could you... Do you want to sit on my face?"

Stranger: Carlos not only opened his eyes, but was taken aback. "Oh, are you sure?" he pushed himself to sit up, licking his lips, "You don't... are you sure?"

You: "Yeah! I'll be fun. And I'll make sure to focus all my attention right here." He tapped Carlos' cock and sat up, laying on his back. He made sure to keep a reassuring hand on Carlos' side.

Stranger: The touch choked Carlos on his words but he nodded and rose up to his knees, crawling over until he was straddling Cecil's waist. "You're... really sure?"

You: "Absolutely sure. I'll make you come so hard you'll forget what day of the week it is." The hand on Carlos' side trailed down to his thigh, and he reached out to palm Carlos' cock, urging him closer. When he was close enough, Cecil tiled forward and took Carlos between his lips.

Stranger: With another laugh, Carlos worked up and lowered himself down, still watching Cecil's eyes as he sat on his mouth and... oh god. "Fuck, Cecil, fuck." he tensed around the air.

You: Cecil hummed around Carlos and got to work, sucking and lapping his tongue, almost teasingly enthusiastic.

Stranger: Carlos leaned forward, grabbing he headboard for support. "Cecil, o-oh my god, Cecil, please." already, he felt so close. It was a little embarrassing, but... it had been so long, didn't he deserve this excitement?

You: Cecil kept up, his free hand snaking up to run a thumb along Carlos' nipple. As best he could, Cecil tilted his head to look up at Carlos, his violet eyes searing against his.

Stranger: "I-" before Carlos could finish what he was saying, he was wracked with orgasm, shaking and groaning. He felt, as he twitched and rocked, his lubrication gathering on Cecil's chin and lower lip.

You: Cecil gasped softly with surprise, but recovered quickly enough to see Carlos through his orgasm, pressing kisses against his cock as he withdrew. "Well!"

Stranger: Carlos looked up and away as he lifted himself up over Cecil and sat beside him on the bed, pulling his hands up to cover his face. "Oh my god." he mumbled into his hands.

You: Cecil turned to face Carlos, leaning in a little to pull his hands from his face. "Don't be embarrassed. You did so well."

Stranger: "I was so fast." he tipped his face down, cheeks burning with blush. "Sorry."

You: "You don't have to apologize, it's fine." Cecil relaxed against Carlos' chest. "It's not like I didn't still have fun."

Stranger: Carlos sighed, "Hm, and it was less work for you." he traced his hand over Cecil's chest softly. "I had fun too."

You: "Don't think of it like that. Say... Say it took you less time to have fun." Cecil closed his eyes, letting the feeling of Carlos' finger comfort him.

Stranger: "Sure." Carlos started seeking out tattoos, tracing soft over each one. He ended on Cecil's forehead, unable to help his giggle, "Explain the third eye."

You: Cecil giggled too, opening one eye to peer up at Carlos. "Helps me, uh, /see/. I have clairvoyance."

Stranger: Carlos laughed. "I- okay." he shook his head. "Asked and answered, I guess."

You: Cecil laughed, "Yeah, I... Don't remember when I got it... Long time ago, though. When I was in high school, at least."

Stranger: "You got a tattoo in high school?" Carlos raised his eyebrows. "It looks nice. You look really handsome."

You: "It's not! They aren't tattoos, per se. But thank you." Cecil closed his eyes again and took a nice deep breath. He thought for a moment about them, together, and remembered what Carlos had said earlier. "So, you work with one of Earl's friends?"

Stranger: Carlos was settling into bed, but perked up. "Hm? Yeah, uh, Julia? I'm not sure how they know each other, but she's been trying to get all of us from work to one of his shows for a while."

You: "So you're a scientist? What kind of stuff do you work on?" Cecil perked up. "You're new here, I saw you move in a few weeks ago. Did you come here to do science?"

Stranger: He nodded, smiling at the excitement,"I yeah! We do a little bit of everything, our team is built of a lot of specialties. Uh, I work on a lot of environment surveillance and stuff."

You: Cecil hummed softly, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of Carlos' lips. "Yeah? Tell me more?"

You: Cecil hummed softly, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of Carlos' lips. "Yeah? Tell me more?"

Stranger: "Uh." he laughed nervously. "Today, we were analyzing some samples of soil from around town, comparing the relative health of the plants and animals in those areas."

You: Cecil hummed, kissing there again before ducking his head back down to rest against Carlos' collarbone, his hips stuttering. "That's nice..."

Stranger: Carlos almost started again before glancing down. "You- oh! Are you getting kinda gross? I can grab a cloth, one second."

You: Cecil snapped back to reality with a quiet gasp and sat up, nodding. "Yeah, uh, yeah, please. That would be great. Thank you."

Stranger: "Sorry for not thinking earlier." he pushed up and out of bed. Once he got to the bathroom, Carlos assessed the damage. He was definitely gonna have those hickies for a while... oh well. He'd asked for it. He walked back to the room with a warm washcloth in hand.

You: Cecil took the towel from Carlos and wiped himself down. "You don't have to apologize for that, it's fine." He sat up to put the towel on the bedside table, but he didn't lay back down right away. "Do you want me to stay?"

Stranger: Carlos sat on the bed and stretched his arms, frowning at Cecil

Stranger: **'s question. "I- of course, yeah."

You: "Well, I dunno, maybe you have science to do in the morning." He smiled, and laid back down, patting the space next to him.

Stranger: "I don't." Carlos assured. "I've got all the time in the world for you."