[ LOCKED ] The Odd Couple

[universal_charm]

The door slammed maybe a bit to loudly as Kirk entered the dorm space he had been sharing with one Malcolm Reed for the better part of a year. Out of deeply ingrained habit he slipped out of his shoes by the door and kicked them to the side, coming around the partition into the main living space. The zipper of of his uniform went down next, casually tossing it onto his bed, though it hung off the side like a distressed damsel.

Naked from the waist up he threw open the doors to his closet, humming some song or another under his breath as he flicking through the various shirts he owned that were nice enough to require hangars. Was it going to be that kind of party? Stacy hadn't really said, but Stacy being Stacy, well, she'd like the button ups...

"Hey, don't throw the top lock tonight," he said over his shoulder to his roommate. "I don't know when I'll be back. Might want to put your ear plugs in too, just in case."

His warning given, he went back to perusing his shirts - not that he had that many to choose from, but hey, a guy had to be stylish.

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[tactical_alert]

It's an odd question, though not out of place, to be bringing up right then. With their shirts off and mouths tangled up in one another, with fingers and nails teasing at his skin, and a shudder of unexpected delight to the particular attention at his chest.

He could end this at any time, so the fact that they were still going should have been answer enough. Was he nervous? Extraordinarily so. Was he going to stop? Not now. "Keep going."

[universal_charm]

A purr flowed past his lips, leaning down to suck at Malcolm's lip before moving further down. He bit along the length of his neck, finding his collarbone. He bit at the edge of it, sucking hard, worrying the skin between his teeth to leave a path of red across his chest. His fingers rolled Malcolm's nipples between them, rubbing with his thumb before pinching the bud sharply.

"You're damn sexy, did you know that?" he breathed against the reddened skin, his hips grinding sharply into Malcolm, his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight now, the bulge of his arousal obvious.