"You've reached the inbox of Jeremiah Gottwald. I'm unavailable at the moment, but leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you."
[It fits. Experience remained the most likely possibility. Angelo molds so well to him, keeps finding a pathway to make both of them feel good no matter how they fit together. An attentive lover: another thing about him he can't help but like.]
Often, mm? That's quite an offer.
[Jeremiah says it playfully, but the interest is unmistakable. It's been a while since he heard someone else enter, so he's minding his volume and little else. His cock sits comfortably in the grip of his muscles, the press of his groin and thighs so damn hot around him, drawing arousal tight in his core. Answering with a firmer grip, he strokes Angelo harder, feeling down the length of him and swiping over the tip, smearing precum under the pad of his finger.]
I'll think I'll be taking you up on it. [However many times over, seeing how it goes, though Jeremiah can already guess, nosing into the younger man's hair and speeding up his thrusts, his hand. There's no point in playing coy with his actions, too.]
[ angelo licks his lips, lets himself get lost in the sensation as jeremiah jerks him off, panting against the door, his body arching and rutting against him. it's dedicated effort that he can't ignore, and his body craves contact, some form of release; he's not going to withstand it for long.
a pity he can't kiss him. but angelo comes, not too long after; a sharp gasp against his hand, making a mess down his thighs and against the door as he eagerly grinds and fucks into his hold. ]
[Jeremiah's intrigue hits him hard at times, occasionally more than can be for his own good. He doubts it's so in this case, so chase it he will. It's easy to lose perspective on how long they've been in here, Angelo's orgasm only a slight surprise to him as it slicks his hand, trickles down hot where he's trapped between those thighs. He doesn't last much longer, either, reaching a harsher rhythm at the end, enough to rattle the door on its hinges, rocking Angelo with him and stifling his groans behind pursed lips. It leaves another layer of mess on the door, on the shorter man's pale skin, hopefully not too much on that uniform he'd tried to mind.
Not that that's in the forefront as he comes down, panting over his shoulder and drawing his arm around Angelo's middle, bare where his clothes hang open, just anchoring them for a minute. His softening cock slips free, and he finally spares a glance to the toilet paper on the wall, just barely out of reach.]
Mm. Shall I clean us up? [Because he's just raring to pull away, clearly.]
[ it's such a small space, and everything feels grimy in such close quarters. nothing to be done about it; it is a bathroom stall, after all.
that being said, the orgasm has him feeling like he's floating, still, trying to regain his bearings and catching his breath. not as sharp-tongued, there's a softness in him that's not normally there, so enjoy it while it lasts. ]
[He certainly is, considering he doesn't hop to business. Angelo still feels so nice pressed to him, pliant and warm. It's as close to snuggling as he can get, lips pressed to the silky roots of his hair, stroking over the firm planes of his stomach. If he seemed affectionate before, Jeremiah's even more so afterwards.]
I just don't want to stain your uniform. [As attractive as it is to peer down and see the insides of his thighs streaked with white, slowly trailing down his skin. Which Jeremiah most assuredly is.] Any more than it may already be, anyway.
[Whatever force in the universe dictated that both of their uniforms would have white pants wasn't preparing for eventualities like this.]
[Charm... he supposes there is something to that, isn't there? Even if he wouldn't have dared back home, as rigidly as he clings to privacy and discretion, there's a different precedent set here. Somehow walking out of here wearing incriminating evidence seems a little less awful.]
I certainly would be. We'll just plan it differently.
[Brushing a kiss over his hairline, Jeremiah finally leans away enough to reach over and start getting them cleaned up. At least once or twice before they leave the bathroom, he probably steals a kiss from Angelo's lips, too.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Often, mm? That's quite an offer.
[Jeremiah says it playfully, but the interest is unmistakable. It's been a while since he heard someone else enter, so he's minding his volume and little else. His cock sits comfortably in the grip of his muscles, the press of his groin and thighs so damn hot around him, drawing arousal tight in his core. Answering with a firmer grip, he strokes Angelo harder, feeling down the length of him and swiping over the tip, smearing precum under the pad of his finger.]
I'll think I'll be taking you up on it. [However many times over, seeing how it goes, though Jeremiah can already guess, nosing into the younger man's hair and speeding up his thrusts, his hand. There's no point in playing coy with his actions, too.]
no subject
[ angelo licks his lips, lets himself get lost in the sensation as jeremiah jerks him off, panting against the door, his body arching and rutting against him. it's dedicated effort that he can't ignore, and his body craves contact, some form of release; he's not going to withstand it for long.
a pity he can't kiss him. but angelo comes, not too long after; a sharp gasp against his hand, making a mess down his thighs and against the door as he eagerly grinds and fucks into his hold. ]
no subject
[Jeremiah's intrigue hits him hard at times, occasionally more than can be for his own good. He doubts it's so in this case, so chase it he will. It's easy to lose perspective on how long they've been in here, Angelo's orgasm only a slight surprise to him as it slicks his hand, trickles down hot where he's trapped between those thighs. He doesn't last much longer, either, reaching a harsher rhythm at the end, enough to rattle the door on its hinges, rocking Angelo with him and stifling his groans behind pursed lips. It leaves another layer of mess on the door, on the shorter man's pale skin, hopefully not too much on that uniform he'd tried to mind.
Not that that's in the forefront as he comes down, panting over his shoulder and drawing his arm around Angelo's middle, bare where his clothes hang open, just anchoring them for a minute. His softening cock slips free, and he finally spares a glance to the toilet paper on the wall, just barely out of reach.]
Mm. Shall I clean us up? [Because he's just raring to pull away, clearly.]
no subject
[ it's such a small space, and everything feels grimy in such close quarters. nothing to be done about it; it is a bathroom stall, after all.
that being said, the orgasm has him feeling like he's floating, still, trying to regain his bearings and catching his breath. not as sharp-tongued, there's a softness in him that's not normally there, so enjoy it while it lasts. ]
no subject
I just don't want to stain your uniform. [As attractive as it is to peer down and see the insides of his thighs streaked with white, slowly trailing down his skin. Which Jeremiah most assuredly is.] Any more than it may already be, anyway.
[Whatever force in the universe dictated that both of their uniforms would have white pants wasn't preparing for eventualities like this.]
no subject
[ it has been, at least, a very good night. ]
.... I would not mind a repeat, if you're interested. [ a wry smile. ] Though perhaps in something better than a stall.
no subject
I certainly would be. We'll just plan it differently.
[Brushing a kiss over his hairline, Jeremiah finally leans away enough to reach over and start getting them cleaned up. At least once or twice before they leave the bathroom, he probably steals a kiss from Angelo's lips, too.]