Want To Be Laid Down And Worshipped. Want Kisses Trailed All Over My Skin, Praise Whispered Against My

missionary? doggy?? um personally i prefer

Sight

[semi-linked to this]

You reach the office door sooner than you intend to, quieter than you expect to. You see him.

You see the way he strokes himself with a rhythm that shows the signs of growing erratic soon, his free hand shaking as it drops from his mouth and grips the arm of his chair…

…you shouldn't be watching this. Something tells you to step back, turn around and go the way you came, to pretend you hadn't seen him in the first place. Rarely did the man ever seem to be granted a chance of privacy, he deserved this indulgence more than anyone--

The notion comes to a halt, sends a deep spark of warm shock through your veins when you catch the furrow of his brow, the tint to his cheeks in the glow of moonlight as, with a gasp of a breath, he moans your name.

Oh.

His free hand shoots back up to muffle his mouth as your name fades to a whimper on his tongue. His head tilts back just so as his hand curls to a fist, knuckles pressed to his lips and neck bare enough to catch his Adam's apple…fuck, he's beautiful like this, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, slacks down to his knees, his waistcoat and shirt unbuttoned just enough to keep his heaving chest from straining against the fabric, hair tussled and sweat along his brow as he pants…

The heat carries itself to you. Fuck. Shit. You feel the need to get out of here before you risk embarrassing both of yourselves--

"Gott, du fühlst dich göttlich…"

Fuck. Shit.

a collection of musings I haven't managed to format into drabbles but I've still been thinking about

"If It's Sex You're Looking For..." Designed by Judith Johnson for Hallmark, 1971. Archived from The Peculiar Manicule.

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)

a collar that has “good boy” engraved on it around his neck would really not fix him. i just want to see.

a 2am medic pin up for your troubles

bet he can find the g spot with his eyes closed

hopping on the medic chest train, i think they’re a really erogenous zone for him and his nipples are especially sensitive. like, “brush the pad of your thumb over one of his nips and he’ll blush and jump like you poked him with a live wire” sensitive

i wanna pierce his nips just to watch him squirm and yelp. and then after they’re healed i’ll lick and suck and nibble them to make his breath hitch as he barely holds back a whimper

mmpp

Thinking about pinching his nipples a little and press my legs against him to hold him down so he can only squirm and whine. And maybe to bite on them to see him jump; where there's marks all over his chest.

Or perhaps the touches are more gentle, feeling his heart race by every second and I tease him for being responsive for something so mild.

"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee