Stranger: Davenport smoothed a hand over his uniform. It had been a while since he pulled it all out, the long coattails and white leather gloves. He felt stiff, though he was certain that would be fixed soon. Davenport was ready when he heard the knock at his door and called out, "It's open. Lock it behind yourself." Davenport pushed up to his feet, tail flicking behind him when he set a scowling gaze on Barry.

You: Barry nervously peeked in through a cracked open door before fully opening it and stepping in. He closed the door and locked it without looking. His face was red, and he could feel his face get hot with embarrassment. "Davenport, I'm sorry. I didn't know what would happen."

Stranger: "Shut up." Davenport closed a fist. "ive already listened to the excuses, we're done with that." A gloved hand pointed to the rug in center of the room, "At attention." Davenport wasn't angry anymore, wouldnt invite anyone to his room while he was angry, but he was still... upset. Barry wasnt getting out of this. He circled Barry. Back when this was a game, when he would tease Barry about how he could possibly do anything bad ever, uniform would come up. Now, although he was inspecting, the jeans and stained t shirt were the least of his worries.

You: Barry immediately stood where Davenport instructed, and he finally had the opportunity to give him a proper look-over, and he realized. The full uniform asked a question that Barry answered with his straightened back and focused eyes.

Stranger: Davenport finished his slow circles standing in front of Barry, making a few small adjustments to his posture. "Stoplight system." his tail flicked and ears twitched, the only things betraying his emotion. "What's your colour, Barry?" Davenport tugged the wrist of his glove, making sure it was tight to his hand.

You: Barry followed Davenport with his eyes, but his gaze snapped back up to the wall as the other came to face him. "Green," he said curtly, nodding stiffly.

Stranger: "Hands and knees, then." Davenport crossed his arms and purposefully trained his eyes up and away from Barry, focusing on the corner where the walls met the ceiling. "I'm letting the uniform go, because that's the least of your fucking worries." his tail wrapped around his own thigh, hugging the crisp pants tight to his skin and showing off each twitch and growth of his cock through the material.

You: Arousal shot through Barry's stomach in response to Davenport's harsh words, and he dropped to his knees and fell forward onto his hands. He kept his head low, but his eyes high, peaking up at Davenport through his lashes.

Stranger: Davenport stepped forward, not looking at Barry as he undid his belt and fly, having to unravel his tail before he could shove his pants down around his knees. "Go." he finally looked down at Barry. Davenport's eyes were cold and he gripped Barry by a fistful of curls, tight in his gloved hand as he pulled him forward. "If you need to safeword, tap out."

You: Barry rolled his eyes back, his jack slacking as he leaned forward to take Davenport's cock between his lips. He took one quadrupedal step closer to take more into his mouth.

Stranger: "Untested magic." he mumbled, hips and hand working together to fuck Barry's mouth. He wasn't enough to choke anyone, even Merle, but Davenport pushed around and fucked as though his cock was a force to be reckoned with. "On the /light./ The purpose of our fucking /mission,/ Bluejeans." Davenport's hand was a little too forceful and he winced when he scraped himself along Barry's teeth, but the arousal let him push through. "You fucked it up."

You: Barry just hummed, muffled around Davenport's cock. He looked up at him and moaned as a way to apologize. His muscles developed an ache, and he almost wanted to lower down to kneel, but he knew that would get him in more trouble. Except, perhaps that's what he wants. Slowly, Barry lowered himself down to kneel, instantly feeling relief.

Stranger: Davenport pulled out and slapped Barry once across the face before pushing back in. "If you want to ask for something, tap out and ask, Cadet." That was a slip, a remnant from the game. Barry was Chief Science Officer, way past Cadet. Still, he was acting like one. "Hands and knees. Do you want to try again?"

You: Barry let out a gasp, and a soft sob before he was muffled again. He slowly resumed his original position, his eyes shutting slowly.

Stranger: Davenport pulled out again, letting go of Barry's hair and unbuckling his glove. "What's your colour, Barry?" he asked calmly, pulling the glove off and looking over Barry's face, already spit-streaked and burning red. "What do you want, why are you moving?"

You: Barry looked up and smiled. "Green," he said, only slightly hoarsely. "I-I want... I want to get off my knees."

Stranger: "Oh," Davenport's tone was syrupy sweet, it hurt his teeth. "Are you sore, Barry? Does it hurt?" his bare hand traced light over Barry's cheek, nails scratching along the bright-red of the slap.

You: Barry nodded, looking up at Davenport with pleading eyes. "Yes, but not in the good way. Please let me move." He blinked a couple times, leaning his whole body forward to emphasize his point.

Stranger: Davenport nodded, "Okay, fine, move. Keep your mouth where I can reach it, that's all I care about anyways." He let go, focusing on the glove in his hand as Barry shifted into place.

You: Once Barry was comfortable, he nodded and opened his mouth for Davenport again. "Thank you, Captain."

Stranger: Davenport pushed in once, slowly, then back out. He finally met Barry's eyes as he swung down the glove, slapping it against Barry's face and dropping it to the floor before fucking back into his mouth. "Fucking- you should thank me. You should. You're so goddamn lucky anyone would forgive you for pulling that."

You: Barry moaned out with the impact, and tensed up for a moment. His eyes rolled back in his head as Davenport fucked back into his mouth, and he moaned around his cock.

Stranger: "Lucky I even wanna-" Davenport's hips stuttered and his eyes rolled for a second, but he fucked through it, tail coming forward to wrap around Barry's throat. He pulled away to let him talk, grip still loose around his neck. "Give me a colour." now that he'd pulled back out, Davenport saw... well, it was tricky to name any one thing. Apparently, Barry's lip had split. There was blood splashed down his chin and... a quick peek confirmed that it was over Davenport's thighs and balls. He ignored it.

You: Barry hadn't even noticed the blood trailing from his lip. All he remembered from the slap was a quick nip on his lip, but hardly registered it as anything. But he was a fight to behold: Red and saliva trailing down his face, his mouth slack, eyes half-lidded, face red. "Green," he moaned out, his hands inching closer to Davenport's legs. He was aching to grab onto his thighs for support.

Stranger: Davenport's tail wound tighter and he pushed back in. He reached down with one hand, pulling Barry's up onto his thigh. "I'm not pulling out when I come." he warned, voice wavering as that grew closer. The fucked-out look in Barry's eyes absolutely didn't help with his stuttering hips and twitching tail tip.

You: Barry's eyes rolled to a close even before Davenport fucked back into his mouth, and he took his cock eagerly into his mouth. He gripped Davenport's thigh hard for support, and moaned in acknowledgement.

Stranger: When Davenport came, he nearly fell over, stumbling and grabbing onto Barry for support. One hand landed in his hair, another gripped him by the shoulder. His tail constricted around Barry's throat. "Fuck! Fuck, god..." slowly, he moved his hips again, slow rocks into Barry's mouth.

You: Barry hardly expected it, he was far too blissed out to realize how close Davenport was. As he came, he swallowed every shot, his eyes creeping open to stare at the other through his lashes, his jaw slacking as his breathing was obscured more.

Stranger: Davenport was still hard when he let go, pulling out of Barry and stepping back away. His legs were splashed with drying blood and his hands trembled. "You're forgiven, Barry." Davenport stroked his tail softly as he spoke, it curled around his thigh. "Go ahead and talk, but first, what's your colour?"

You: Barry licked his lips, and tasted copper. The surprise of it all caused him to go back for a second taste, and then a hand came up to inspect the damage. "Green. Uh, I had no idea I was even bleeding that whole time." He huffed out a laugh, smiling up at Davenport.

Stranger: "Yeah, I got you pretty good there." Davenport looked Barry up and down. He picked up his glove and pulled his pants up around his waist, heading to the closet. "Don't touch yourself more than you need to, pull out your cock." Davenport started to undress, putting his uniform into the laundry bin. He didn't turn around.

You: Barry reached down to undo his jeans, sighing with relief as he pulled his cock out. He hadn't even thought about how hard he was until this moment; he was practically aching, a groan escaping his lips due to his desperateness.

Stranger: Davenport cast something with a soft mumble to clean himself up and pulled on a pair of pajama pants before turning around. He sighed. "What do you want me to do with that, Barry?"

You: Barry moaned, his breath quickening. "I- Please touch me... I don't care how, I just need to come."

Stranger: Davenport nodded and walked past Barry, climbing up into bed. "Come on, I don't want to touch you, I'm tired. You can rub off on me." He sat up in bed, staring Barry down.

You: Barry inhaled shakily, standing. He wobbled a little as he made his way, his knees and ankles sore from his previous position. As he climbed onto the bed, he leaned close, almost pressing his lips to Davenport's, silently asking for a kiss.

Stranger: Davenport pushed himself up and kissed Barry. "Good boy, come on, I want to watch." he squirmed down into the mattress, relaxing into the bed.

You: Barry froze for a moment, unsure of how to position himself. He decided on crawling right next to Davenport, his head resting on his shoulder. His hand snaked down and grabbed his cock, his face tilted upwards to hide between the crook of Davenport's neck and shoulder.

Stranger: "You fucked up really bad today." Davenport pet his hand slowly down Barry's head to his back, patting gently. "I think everyone got mad at you. Tomorrow, I think there should be a big official apology, okay?"

You: Barry nodded, too embarrassed to look up at Davenport. If he were, the other would see his face was beet red, and hot. He gripped tighter, but didn't start pumping quite yet. "I didn't mean to..."

Stranger: The lightest smack on Barry's arm. "Shut up. I didn't ask if you meant to, I told you to apologize." Davenport smoothed his hand over the spot. "Your intentions don't matter, you fucked up and now you need to apologize."

You: Barry let out a soft whimper and he shifted in his spot. "I'm sorry." He pumped his cock once, but stopped himself. "I'm so sorry. I've learned my lesson."

Stranger: "Thank you." Davenport pulled the blanket up, "Fuck yourself, please. I want to go to sleep."

You: Barry let out a sigh of relief, immediately starting to rock his hips against his hand. His breaths were hot as the air bounced off Davenport's neck and back onto his face. Still, none of that mattered as he quickly pushed himself over the edge, coming into his hand with a loud moan.

Stranger: Davenport watched silently, softly petting Barry's arm through the orgasm. "There you go. Can you clean that up for me?" he pushed against Barry's shoulder to roll him back, away from him. "If you're out of spell slots, lick, please."

You: Barry brought his hand up and licked a stripe, humming softly. He glanced over at Davenport as he finished up, his eyes fluttering shut. He knew Davenport was aware he had spell slots left, and waved his hand to clean up the spots off Davenport's uniform.

Stranger: ((hes in pajamas now hehehe

You: ((well i didnt Know

Stranger: ((read the log then *blasts you with my forearm laser*

Stranger: "I have some of Magnus' pajamas in my closet, Barry. Go ahead, get dressed." Davenport pulled him down for another kiss. "You can sleep here tonight."

You: Barry stood and got dressed, his back to the bed. When he finally turned around, he hesitated for a second. "You're not, like, actually mad, right? Because, um, I'm actually sorry.:

Stranger: Davenport's eyes flicked up. "I'm not mad at you, Barry." he sat up, held out his arms. "No, it was an accident. I'm unhappy the light is gone, but I don't blame you."

You: Barry climbed into bed then, letting out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, I kinda knew, but I needed to make sure." He cuddled close. "That was good, though."

Stranger: "You were a really good boy for me." Davenport traced his finger over Barry's lip. "We could go to Merle's room and get that fixed, if you want? I'm sorry I hurt you."

You: Barry reached up to press his finger to it and he shook his head. "It's okay, it was real hot."

Stranger: Davenport snorted a laugh and pulled himself into Barry's arms. "I love you, Bear. Thank you for letting me do that."

You: Barry kissed the top of Davenport's head. "You're welcome. You're invited to set me straight anytime."