usfw sideblog to slashaer.

which is, incidentally, how they found themselves here, lula rolling her hips against him, her arms fitted snugly around his shoulders. danny, for his part, is doing splendidly, his hands unmoving in the sheets. she looms over him just so, her nose ghosting along the length of his. 'tell me how you feel, baby,' she murmurs. 'you're doing so good.' god, it's so hot– him listening to her. something about getting him to let go... lula moans against his temple at the very thought. 'fuck, you feel so good.'

he wasn't always this good for her. there was something amusing about disobeying, at times, and watching a knowing lula punish him in small ways. tonight, after a long day of making decisions and overworking his brain, he had been more than willing to give up his control for awhile. head is leaned back so that he can gaze up at lula with half lidded eyes, his hands clutched tightly in the sheets to either side of them. she was using him to get off, and yet, was doing it in such a lula kind of way. danny still very much felt like a part of the process. he takes a shuddering breath, pushing down a moan that bubbles up at their words. 'i feel . . . like i could stay here underneath you forever,' words are quietly murmured up to lula, breath hitching a bit as she rolls her hips in a certain way. the praise causes a twitch in danny's fingers, sudden urge to touch her overtaking him, though not enough to disobey her previous request of keeping his hands to his sides. 'i want to . . .' danny trails off, clutching the sheets a bit tighter. 'can i touch you?' he mumbles, lashes fluttering up at lula. 'please?'

she can't help but laugh softly. he is so utterly himself and she adores it, adores him. 'i don't know, i think he's a good actor. just also an– ah– asshole.' maybe this is a conversation for another day. however close he gets isn't close enough. the way he's touching her, the warmth of his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck– henley feels like she might float away. how cruel of him to pull away, even in service of the greater good. she looks at him, eyes a little glazed over as she runs a hand up the length of his arm. 'figured you were gonna get creative,' she teases, feigning a sigh. 'but if you must.' bare hands ( a luxury of being home ) twist into his hair again, pulling him in for a heated kiss. 'take them off,' she murmurs against his lips, unable to find it in herself to care about the note of desperation in her voice.

this, however, felt exactly right. familiar and intoxicating. the teasing lilt of henley's voice mixed with how breathless he's already made her causes lust to rise in the shade of red across his skin, the man hot under his collar. 'what, you thought i was going to make your sweatpants disappear?' daniel murmurs back, tone matching hers, only for his breath to hitch at her request. the way she kisses him is unlike anything he's experienced, like henley wants to be as close as possible, and then some. without further hesitation, daniel peels off her bottoms, throwing them onto the floor as he kisses her deeply. lips trail across her jaw, down her chest, her stomach, reaching just above her dark blue panties, danny glancing up at henley from between her legs. 'i remember these. glad you still have them,' smirk is given before underwear is pushed to the side, danny moving his mouth down so that he can press his tongue lightly against her clit, trying to keep himself from moaning at the familiar taste of her.

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and here they are, henley straddling merritt's thigh, her lipstick smeared across his mouth as she chases her release against the muscle of his thigh. 'god, you're perfect,' she mumurs against his temple, a high-pitched moan chasing the words as she builds ever closer to what she needs.

she walks in and merritt is more than ready to tease her, ask her what exactly she's come for, but she beats him to the punch. not just asking, but nearly begging him, to help her unwind. if that didn't turn a man on, than that man was surely hopeless. merritt, however, was prepared. thigh is held steady, hands moving to grip at henley's hips, giving her extra support as she satisfies herself against his leg. classic smirk finds his mouth, though eyes nearly shine as he watches her creep further and further toward release. 'and that's just my leg. wait 'til you see what this mouth can do,' low chuckle escapes merritt, enjoying the moan that leaves her lips and falls upon his ear. 'c'mon, darlin', i know you're gettin' close. why don't you let go of all that stress for me, huh? promise you'll feel a whole lot better,'

jack groans uncomfortably as danny prompts him to lift his arms, the muscles in his back protesting the movement. arms drop slowly back to his side with a resigned sigh. 'thanks, man.' they'd been running a practice escape route, and when he was already feeling sore, he'd missed a foothold, or something– whatever it had been, he'd ended up slamming his back against a metal rod and then hitting the ground after. not the greatest way to spend the afternoon. the team has been looking out for him, but jack is still frustrated, glowering down at his feet as he moves to unfasten his belt. but danny stops him with a quiet i got it. the younger magician's lips quirk with fondness. danny is a little bit quieter about it, sometimes– the way he shows them he loves them. and maybe he should let this moment be tender and only tender, but he can't help himself. 'it's actually kinda hot, you takin' care of me.'

danny can't help but to scoff at jack's words, though cheeks flush just so as he places the belt to the side. thinking about how godly jack looks with his scrapes and bruises and no shirt over his chiseled form colors the skin more, but danny would die before he admitted that. 'moment ruined,' danny teases instead, giving the younger man a knowing look before kneeling down in front of him to get a better look at his face. hand moves up, turning jack's face one way, then the other, by the chin. 'good news, you're going to live,' eyes roam over jack's features before they settle on his own, gaze softening just enough that jack might be able to notice. leaning forward, danny leaves a quick kiss on jack's lips, ready to pull away and stand back to his feet. @ephemaeraltouch.

he hops out of the shower before lula can, toweling himself off rather gracelessly so he can be ready when she steps out. impish grin on his lips, jack wraps a clean towel around her shoulders, tugging her in close. 'c'mere,' he murmurs, lifting the edges to gently dry her cheeks, kissing each in turn before moving to her lips. towel settles back over her shoulders as hands move gently up and down the sides of her arms, lips making their way to her collar bone. 'you're so fucking gorgeous.'

for all his uptight tendencies, danny can be a real menace when he wants to. it sneaks up on henley sometimes; she's so used to being the person to initiate. ( comes with the territory of a high sex drive. ) so when danny starts to pull her a little closer, run his hand along the outside of her thigh, she doesn't think too much of it; is simply happy for the intimacy. it's only when one brief kiss turns into two, when his lips travel down her neck and his fingertips slip beneath the waistband of her sweatpants that she catches on. a low chuckle slips from her lips and she lets her head dip lazily back. 'tom c.ruise not doing it for you, huh?' but her breath catches on the last syllable as her back arches just so. even after all this time, it's like danny hasn't forgotten a single inch of her body. he works her over with ease and soon she's got a hand tangled in his hair, anchoring his face close to hers. henley lets out a moan and when danny stops it's like being splashed with a bucket of cold water. 'what the fuck?' she whines breathlessly. 'that was... why did you stop?'

'no, not at all. in fact, his acting sucks. even when he was younger, he seemed like a pretentious prick,' between kisses, danny's hand slips under her waistband, brushing fingers against her panties before they're pushed aside in favor of pressing them into her warmth. the sounds henley makes are like no other. danny leans down, mostly to kiss at her neck again, though his real motive was to hear her moans right up against his ear. when his hand becomes restrained by the fabric, he pulls away, about to untie her sweats and remove them, though he's halted by henley's words. he tries not to smile at the way she curses at him, fingers still hovering over the knotted string as he clears his throat. 'i can't properly do this with your pants still on. do you mind?' he gestures toward her legs with an amused look in his eyes.

dylan has a funny feeling that merritt is up to no good the second he sees him over his shoulder in the mirror. it's rare not to see a mischievous glint in his eye, but there's a certain look. and sure enough, arms wind around his waist, merritt's angular chin hooking over his shoulder. 'you look nice,' dylan murmurs, laughing when he feels the other man turn him by the lapels of his jacket. 'you know,' he starts, smiling as he receives an incoming kiss, 'we're gonna be late.' it's not a very convincing protest, given that merritt already has his shirt unbuttoned halfway down. 'wasn't easy to pull off dinner reservations, you know. given the whole fugitives from the law thing.'