I Hear The Voices Of Angels And Gods And They Tell Me That Dry Humping And Making Out Is The Only Way

sorry i covered your neck in dark hickeys and clamped down hard on your throat like limp prey while i was giving you a handjob. you whimpered a little too soft and i blacked out and believed myself to be a feral dog in possession of an entire rotisserie chicken

Don't imagine Medic patting you down, assessing your build, gently pinching handfuls of your thighs and sides, rolling his palms around over your stomach, smiling with a self-satisfied hum, as he watches your breath lick up.

Don't think about the German's voice getting a little raspier, as he speaks to you in a softer tone, rubber gloves venturing over your legs, claiming to test your reflexes, when in reality, all he wants is an excuse to explore you a bit more, and feel the heat radiating off of your skin, even though he still has his clothes on.

Don't even consider what his face might look like, the knowing "Aaah. Ich verstehe..." he might let out, as he finally allows himself a look at what exactly you've got going on, a visible flicker of hunger in his eyes, as he takes in the gorgeous sight before him. Well, as your beloved Doctor, he must ensure that your body functions properly! He has speculated how long it might take to make you melt on his operating table, but, what better way to find out, than to test your organism's limits, while he has the chance?

All Medic needs is your permission, and he promises, this "check-up" will be a pleasant one, kuchen.

- Penis Anon.

I am not imagining it I am not imagining it I AM NOT IMAGINING IT I AM NOT IMAGINING IT-

thinking of medic doing an examination in his office and his touches getting more 'intimate' while he insists the check-up needs to be "through" as he touches the chest / the backside / the inner thighs.

(dammit im gonna be thinking about that idea for the rest of the day fuck)

Thinking about Fritz's hands, what else is new--

making slow passionate love with your f/o on a cold stormy day, safe inside from the chill and wind with only dull light and the heat of your bodies to warm you. on the ground, only the sound of the pouring rain just beyond the walls and greyed windows as they kiss you fiercely, feel you all over, grind on you into the floor... you can't get enough of each other. you only speed up as you both get ready to cum together, but once just isn't enough. by the time you're done, the storm has passed ♡

In the mood to make a beautiful man growl and moan “fuck” repeatedly but anyway

such an obedient guard dog

So everyone talks about praise kink right? But I think there's something to be said for a reassurance kink.

"That's it, you're doing it right, darling, don't worry."

Any guidance through even the simplest of tasks.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Feeling weight, like a hand resting on a shoulder or thigh.

Making eye contact and getting a smile and nod back that says, you're doing great, keep going.

Being hushed or swayed while receiving back rubs.

Being fully surrounded by their body while they say, "it's okay now, I'm here, you're safe."

Distraction

You were meant to be helping him with research on something, but that couldn't be further from your mind now as he breaks from the kiss just to trail his lips to your neck.

Blood from whatever distant memory of a procedure you'd been doing coats his forearms, stains the fabric of your shirt as his palms shift and press to hold you firmer in his embrace, and oh you can't get enough of the weight of his hands against you. You can't hide the moan that's pulled from you when his palms shift under the fabric to press against your skin, you can feel the way he grins against the skin of your neck.

His low, proud laugh is cut with a gasp when he feels your lips tease along his collarbone, and it takes everything you have to keep your knees from giving out when you catch the wavering sigh of a moan he presses into your shoulder as you press your body firmer against his. It's hard to know whether you card a hand through his hair or his palm presses against the small of your back first, but the heat of the kiss you meet each other in is one outright consuming.

If whatever the two of you'd been hoping to research wasn't gone from your minds before, it's completely cast aside now. This is far more enticing, and you're more than eager to lose yourselves to it properly.

briefly forgot that porn was a thing and googled "doctor sex" looking for the tf2 meme. big mistake

it is year of the rabbit my dudes