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First Date.

Tilting his head into the fingers in his hair, he moaned at the small tug and pulled off to mouth down his boyfriend’s length, sucking lightly and rubbing his tongue along the underside. Then he took him in again, careful and slow with his lips sealed tight around him, relaxing his throat and sliding right down, swallowing hard a few times before beginning to bob his head and suck again. One hand slipped from Mitchell’s thigh to work his own jeans open and get a hand on himself. He pulled off long enough to murmur, “Gonna make me mess my jeans again, Aroha.” Before he got back to driving Mitchell over the edge.

Fingers clenched in the god’s hair, hips rocking into the other’s mouth without being able to stop at all. The brief break was enough to have him sputtering with the returned heat, muscles of his stomach clenching almost painfully as everything came crashing down around him. The god had a ridiculous ability to get him off with little attention and at times (when Anders mouth wasn’t wrapped around him) it was almost annoying.

He moaned noisily as Mitchell took over, the hand on the vampire's ass digging in harder in encouragement. Swallowing messily, his hand sped up on himself and he began to lick Mitchell clean. Between licks, he groaned, "Fuck, fuck, you are too beautiful when you come, love." With his boyfriend finally cleaned up, he pressed his forehead to Mitchell's thigh and panted.

First Date.

A groan rumbled out of his chest and he gave up, fingers diving into Mitchell’s hair and pulling his head back so he could trail kisses up his throat and then crash their mouths together. His hands traveled down the vampire’s chest to his jeans, working them open and he broke the kiss to murmur, “15 minutes, think we can work with that.” Then he dropped less than gracefully to his knees, not even bothering to tease, just wrapping his mouth around Mitchell’s length and beginning to suck. One hand settled on his boyfriend’s thigh, the other on his ass and he looked up as best he could, wanting to be able to watch Mitchell come undone for him.

The vampire slammed his eyes shut with the first press of the other’s lips, this date had really been doomed from the start, he wasn’t really all that surprised what they’d spent most of the day doing. Fingers digging into the muscle of the god’s ass, until he was dropping down and he was forced to grip at the counter’s edge for support. A pathetic sound punching out of him as his hips jerked forward.

He groaned again as Mitchell’s hips pressed forward, fingers and nails digging into the vampire’s skin, urging his boyfriend to move. This wasn’t him trying to savour the act that he honestly adored, or trying to work Mitchell into a frenzy, his entire goal was getting the vampire off as fast as he could. Pulling out all the little things he’d learned about Mitchell and what he liked, he thoroughly abused that knowledge, sucking hard and teasing every sensitive spot with his tongue, humming around him.

There was no way that they’d need the whole fifteen minutes with the way the god was going, fingers released the counter and pushed through the blond’s hair. Tugging just slightly it was about the only way that he had any way of letting the other know what was happening as words had completely failed him. Pathetic sounds dropping from his lips as the god’s mouth worked over him.

Tilting his head into the fingers in his hair, he moaned at the small tug and pulled off to mouth down his boyfriend's length, sucking lightly and rubbing his tongue along the underside. Then he took him in again, careful and slow with his lips sealed tight around him, relaxing his throat and sliding right down, swallowing hard a few times before beginning to bob his head and suck again. One hand slipped from Mitchell's thigh to work his own jeans open and get a hand on himself. He pulled off long enough to murmur, "Gonna make me mess my jeans again, Aroha." Before he got back to driving Mitchell over the edge.

First Date.

A groan rumbled out of his chest and he gave up, fingers diving into Mitchell’s hair and pulling his head back so he could trail kisses up his throat and then crash their mouths together. His hands traveled down the vampire’s chest to his jeans, working them open and he broke the kiss to murmur, “15 minutes, think we can work with that.” Then he dropped less than gracefully to his knees, not even bothering to tease, just wrapping his mouth around Mitchell’s length and beginning to suck. One hand settled on his boyfriend’s thigh, the other on his ass and he looked up as best he could, wanting to be able to watch Mitchell come undone for him.

The vampire slammed his eyes shut with the first press of the other’s lips, this date had really been doomed from the start, he wasn’t really all that surprised what they’d spent most of the day doing. Fingers digging into the muscle of the god’s ass, until he was dropping down and he was forced to grip at the counter’s edge for support. A pathetic sound punching out of him as his hips jerked forward.

He groaned again as Mitchell's hips pressed forward, fingers and nails digging into the vampire's skin, urging his boyfriend to move. This wasn't him trying to savour the act that he honestly adored, or trying to work Mitchell into a frenzy, his entire goal was getting the vampire off as fast as he could. Pulling out all the little things he'd learned about Mitchell and what he liked, he thoroughly abused that knowledge, sucking hard and teasing every sensitive spot with his tongue, humming around him.

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"Seriously, love, either shut your mouth or let me put something more interesting in there."

"You’re ridiculous."

"Also, you're still doing the thing with your mouth that makes my brain stop working."

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"Seriously, love, either shut your mouth or let me put something more interesting in there."

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First Date.

His hips rocked forward at the dig of fingers and then pressed back into them. “Still cooking.” He gasped out, his own fingers all but clawing at Mitchell’s shoulder blades. “Fuck… Beautiful, you gotta take your hands off my ass if we’re ever gonna eat. Or I’m gonna drop to my knees and suck you off right here.”

The rock had him gasping, the movement only fanning the flames. “Fuck” the word was all but breathed out, frustration and near patheticness shining through. “Can’t…” Well he could but he didn’t want to at all, and he wouldn’t until forced, grip tightening ever so slightly.

A groan rumbled out of his chest and he gave up, fingers diving into Mitchell's hair and pulling his head back so he could trail kisses up his throat and then crash their mouths together. His hands traveled down the vampire's chest to his jeans, working them open and he broke the kiss to murmur, "15 minutes, think we can work with that." Then he dropped less than gracefully to his knees, not even bothering to tease, just wrapping his mouth around Mitchell's length and beginning to suck. One hand settled on his boyfriend's thigh, the other on his ass and he looked up as best he could, wanting to be able to watch Mitchell come undone for him.

First Date.

He couldn’t have stopped the whimper that tore from his throat if he’d tried, “You really really can’t say things like that right now, love. I am hanging onto control by a thread, you’re ridiculously tempting and this is pretty much the first time I’ve had you this close and not been able to kiss or touch you.” Closing his eyes, he pressed his face harder into the curls and breathed heavily against the side of Mitchell’s head and the ear by his mouth.

The breath fanning out over his ear was killing him, fingers pressing almost bruisingly into the god’s ass. Anders was ridiculously good at keeping himself restrained but still driving the fire under his skin higher. “You… We should… food.” Yeah, that was smooth.

His hips rocked forward at the dig of fingers and then pressed back into them. "Still cooking." He gasped out, his own fingers all but clawing at Mitchell's shoulder blades. "Fuck... Beautiful, you gotta take your hands off my ass if we're ever gonna eat. Or I'm gonna drop to my knees and suck you off right here."

First Date.

He grinned at the grumbling, breath hitching as the hands settled into place and a soft noise rumbled in the back of his throat. “You like me being a shit.” He pointed out, moving easily with the more pronounced movements. Burying his nose in the curls above Mitchell’s ear, he chewed on his bottom lip again to fight the urge to nibble at the rim of the ear so close to his mouth. His voice was a tiny bit strained and rough when he murmured, “It is surprisingly difficult to keep myself from working you up even more. You’re just, right here and I can touch but I shouldn’t.”

"Mhn, sometimes yes, but there are times when it’s not the greatest… like right now…" Not when he was trying so damn hard to keep himself from slamming the god up against the counter and ravishing him within an inch of his life. "It’s surprisingly difficult to keep from letting you and then making you regret it." It was an empty because he was more than sure that neither of them would regret a second of it—at least until dinner started to burn.

He couldn't have stopped the whimper that tore from his throat if he'd tried, "You really really can't say things like that right now, love. I am hanging onto control by a thread, you're ridiculously tempting and this is pretty much the first time I've had you this close and not been able to kiss or touch you." Closing his eyes, he pressed his face harder into the curls and breathed heavily against the side of Mitchell's head and the ear by his mouth.

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First Date.

He chuckled a little, somehow managing to make the sound smug and dropped a kiss onto the curls by his face, “Knowing how much you turn me on gets you hard? I’ll have to remember that.” He hummed. It was so difficult to keep from doing all the things he wanted to, run his hands over Mitchell, press kisses wherever he could reach, but he knew it’d end up with them missing dinner so he did his best, hands fisting in the back of Mitchell’s shirt and chewing on his bottom lip as his cheek pressed to the vampire’s head once again.

"Little shit…" he grumbled at the statement, slipping his hands into the god’s back pockets, fingers curled over the curve of his ass. Swaying them a bit more dramatically, he was more than happy to stand there moving about to the music with his god.

He grinned at the grumbling, breath hitching as the hands settled into place and a soft noise rumbled in the back of his throat. "You like me being a shit." He pointed out, moving easily with the more pronounced movements. Burying his nose in the curls above Mitchell's ear, he chewed on his bottom lip again to fight the urge to nibble at the rim of the ear so close to his mouth. His voice was a tiny bit strained and rough when he murmured, "It is surprisingly difficult to keep myself from working you up even more. You're just, right here and I can touch but I shouldn't."

First Date.

Resting his cheek on top of the mass of curls on his shoulder, he chuckled softly, “You can’t actually die from blue-balls or too much sex, love. Though if I gotta go, I want too much sex to be the reason.” Arms wrapping around Mitchell, he hummed along with the music and pulled them away from the counter enough that he could sway them both side to side, “How is it that you teased me all the way home and now you’re the one about two seconds away from pouncing?” He mused.

"Pretty sure you can…" he grumbled into the blond’s shoulder, trying to think of anything that would douse the flames under his skin. The swaying offered a good amount of distraction, suddenly having to think about not falling over. "Um because working you up almost always works me up, which is a bullshit clause in the end but completely worth it."

He chuckled a little, somehow managing to make the sound smug and dropped a kiss onto the curls by his face, "Knowing how much you turn me on gets you hard? I'll have to remember that." He hummed. It was so difficult to keep from doing all the things he wanted to, run his hands over Mitchell, press kisses wherever he could reach, but he knew it'd end up with them missing dinner so he did his best, hands fisting in the back of Mitchell's shirt and chewing on his bottom lip as his cheek pressed to the vampire's head once again.