Okay, taking another brief break from Edge of Doom (man, if I'd known it would be in so many mini-chapters... should've given it its own thread at the get-go, but it can share), because I promised to fill... This prompt: Medic strikes me as the type who likes to get dirty; he didn't wear any gloves when he was operating on Heavy in Meet the Medic. What if Medic was like this in the bedroom? Cumslut Medic, anyone? (PS, just as I sat down to write this, Duran Duran's 'Bedroom Toys' started playing on my iTunes-- perfect soundtrack, much? I was just randomly listening to whatevs, but I put it on repeat for this, because it is seriously the best writing music for this particular bit o' porn) ~~~More~~~ It's not the first time the mood has taken him, the total wantonness he sometimes feels. It is a pleasant thing to feel, but always so disappointing, when it's over and he still hasn't had enough. Heavy is never unwilling to please him, often fingers him for ages after they've both wrung themselves out, and it's wonderful, of course, but... as good as it feels, as good as it is having even one of those thick fingers inside him, so much of the satisfaction is gone for him, if he cannot make his partner come. There are only so many times a night he can reasonably expect his Heavy to perform this duty. Tonight, the lust is burning, consuming. It only took a single look to communicate it, and Heavy followed him to his bedroom as soon as they could get away from the others. "Is good day." Heavy laughs, locking the door behind them. "Yes," Medic strips, can't tear his eyes from his lover as the other man does the same. "Tishina... I know what Doktor wants..." Heavy sits on the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide. "Bitte," Medic gets down, crawls on his knees until he's between those thighs, where he can run his hands along the rough hair and firm muscle, feel them quiver and twitch under his touch and watch the growing erection do the same under his gaze. Heavy's fingers card through Medic's hair, gentle. There's no need to urge him forward when he wants it this much. "Dushka moj..." Medic wraps one hand loosely around Heavy's shaft, flutes his lips along the length for a while, then pulls back, guides the head to rub against the apple of his cheek 'til he can feel the precome smear across his skin. The blowjob that follows is messy, his lips and chin glistening with his own saliva, and he only allows himself to swallow half of the big man's release, wants the rest all over himself, loves the feel of it landing hot and wet and thick across his face and chest. "Mehr," He moans, breathy and desperate. "Zusehends. More." "Up." Heavy pats the bed. "And wait for me..." He does as he's told-- is always compliant when he gets this way-- but he knows he has a good wait before Heavy can really go another round, and it makes the promise of his own release just a little hollow. He's surprised when Heavy pulls his trousers on and unlocks the door, would complain, but Heavy had said 'wait for me', it implied a return... He hears the click of his office refrigerator, and then Heavy returns, with a large specimen jar, and he's not sure he dares hope... "You," Heavy points an accusing finger at him, but he smiles as well. "You are very needy sometimes, Doktor." Medic's eyes light up. "You masturbated into a jar for me?" "... Doktor doesn't need to make it sound clinical." "No, no, it's very romantic! It's the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me!" "Am surprised Doktor never noticed, has been in your office all week. Now..." He places one hand on the Medic's chest, gently pushes him back down to the mattress. "This I like..." "Oh, ja..." Heavy nudges one leg up and to the side, moves the other as well, opening the jar and dipping one finger in, coating it. "Now... where does Doktor want this?" "Give it to me," He moans. Heavy places the finger to his lips, smears it a little before he lets Medic suck him clean. He feeds him a couple more fingerfuls, traces even more along the skin of his chest and belly, drizzles some onto the Medic's straining erection. "You still need more?" Medic nods. "Bitte, bitte, zusehends..." Heavy laughs. The meaning, at least, is clear no matter what the language. He coats his finger again, traces down the line of the Medic's ass. Another fingerful of come, and he traces around the hole. One more and he pushes in, only a little. He dips back into the jar every time, adding more, working it up into the other man until he's slick and open and dripping, leaking precome of his own. He grips the base of Medic's cock and doesn't let him come, even as he keeps fingering him, driving him over and over again to the edge, to babbling incoherence, until he's biting down on his knuckles to keep from screaming out in frustrated pleasure, and by that time, Heavy is hard again, has used the real lubricant to slick his own cock in preparation. Once he's inside Medic, it's hard and fast, and they're both coming soon, but after that, there's a little left in the jar, and he lets it dribble down onto Medic's shoulder, watches it drip down into his chest hair. "Mm. Doktor is a mess, and Heavy is exhausted." Heavy sighs, flopping down onto the bed and letting the empty specimen jar fall to the floor. "Is good?" "So good..." Medic rubs up against him, smearing them both further as he nestles himself into a comfortable position. There's not much room to sleep apart, even a double bed feels like a single when he's sharing it with his Heavy. It's fortunate he has his own shower-- really an emergency contamination shower-- in the infirmary, so that they can both clean off in the morning before they run into any of the others, but it will wait until the morning. For now, he just wants to fall asleep like this, to enjoy the feel and the smell all over him and the taste that still clings to his tongue. "I am lucky to have you." He whispers. "Nyet. Doktor always deserves more."