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You’re more than a little tipsy, when you get home, you and Rafael stumbling through the door, knocking into walls and tables as you try to kick off shoes and drop coats without actually taking your hands off each other.
It felt like you hadn’t seen each other in weeks, even though you had watched him get dressed for work that morning and kissed him on his way out the door. But you had been winding each other up all night, teasing, touching. One post-case drink with the squad had turned into several and then you were pressed up against Rafael in the corner of the booth, his hand high on your thigh, dipping under your skirt to stroke across your skin. He was not at all subtle either, face slightly flushed from the alcohol and the wanting, smirking at you, eyes bright as you squirmed and bit your lip.
You gave it back to him tenfold, though, stroking your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his neck, scraping your nails across his scalp in the way you knew always reverberated straight to his cock. Pressed close into his side, you had caught his shaky exhale and his hold on your thigh tightened briefly as you curled your fingers. He shot you a challenging look, his own fingers slipping higher under your skirt to ghost along the edge of your panties making your breath catch.
In retaliation, you slid your hand down his back and over his hip to graze your knuckles over the line of his cock, half-hard in his pants. You smirked, triumphant as his eyes fluttered closed, breathing out hard through his nose, thighs flexing as he fought the urge to roll his hips up, chasing your touch.
You leaned even closer then, pressing the length of your body firmly into his side, curling your hand around his upper thigh instead, just shy of the growing bulge in his pants. A warm pulse of desire bloomed through your core as you brushed a lingering kiss over his jaw and he tilted his head into your touch, far enough gone on the mix of you and the alcohol that his want was overtaking his sense of decorum.
You pulled back a hairsbreadth to catch those pretty green eyes and see your need reflected back, and instead caught Carisi watching, gaze heavy, from across the table. The detective was flushed, brow furrowed and eyes dark. His long fingers played along the neck on his beer bottle, stroking and twisting in a way that sent your thoughts in all manner of suggestive directions. He startled when he caught your gaze, fumbling with the bottle and turning quickly to face Fin instead, flush deepening. You might have believed it was a drunken accident if not for the way his eyes cut back to you and Rafael even after he had turned away, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he glanced down to where your free hand was splayed low on Rafael’s chest, thumb stroking the undercurve of his pec through his shirt.
You bit back the moan that wanted to escape, pussy fluttering at the thought of Carisi there with both of you, that pretty flush across his cheeks as he reached out to run those long fingers up Rafael’s other leg, the two of you teasing him together until he was desperate and begging. Or would it be you and Rafael teasing the detective? Would he be shy, squeezing his eyes shut even as he arched up into your hands?
Rafael gasped in your ear, breaking your reverie. His hand on your thigh darted out to grab yours in a tight grip as you had slid up to grasp him hard through his pants, deep in a haze of desire, distracted by the thoughts of Carisi and him together. He met your gaze, green eyes dark, pupils blown. He was frowning, but his breath was coming shallow and uneven as he shifted restlessly in his seat.
“Home,” his voice was low and rough, the timber of it shivering through you. “Now.”
And now that you were there, all that lustful energy is spilling over, making you both desperate for the feel of the other. In your frantic haste, you round the corner to the living room at an angle, backing him into the bar cart by accident, sending bottles tumbling. You laugh breathlessly into his mouth as he wobbles and scrambles to right bottles with one hand while keeping his other down the back of your skirt, warm on the curve of your ass. You have your hands fisted in his jacket, using it to pull him upright while also trying to shove it off his shoulders.
He takes your mouth in a sloppy kiss, moaning as he grips your hips hard and levers himself up to push you back towards the couch, the two of you twisting and turning and dropping layers until you collapse together onto the cushions, breathless and grinning.
“Fuck,” he groans, head thrown back against the couch, hands tight on your hips as you grind down against him and mouth at the base of his throat, sucking wet kisses on the flushed skin. “Fuck. You’re a menace, teasing me like that.”
“Me?” You scrape your teeth over his collarbone, soothing the red marks with your tongue and moaning softly as his cock notches right against your clit, friction sending shivers of pleasure radiating through you even through all the layers of clothes. “You started it.”
He huffs a laugh that ends in a groan as you yank his shirt out of his pants, sliding your hands underneath to his hot skin, nails leaving little crescents as you grip him tight.
“Do you think anyone noticed?” He’s breathless, hands skimming up your hips and under your sweater, pouting slightly when you don’t immediately raise your arms to let him strip it off.
It’s his whimper that does you in, relinquishing your grip on his soft middle to let him pull it over your head, arching into his hold as he drops to nuzzle the curve of your breasts.
“Ohhh.” You smirk and slide your palms up his chest to his tie, fingers working to loosen the knot. “I know Carisi did,” you murmur into his skin, nuzzling under his jaw as you pull the silk loose, letting it drop behind you on the floor.
Rafael freezes underneath you, eyes wide. “What—”
Your smirk stretches wider and you lean in to brush your lips over his, hips grinding down in a slow circle against his cock, still hard and hot against your thigh despite the panic on his face.
“Oh yes, Carisi noticed. I’d venture to say he was watching, hoping for even more of a show.”
Rafael breathes in sharply, his cock twitching against you.
“Yeah?” You pull back to look down at him, a pretty blush spreading over his cheeks and down his throat. He’s avoiding your gaze, lip caught between his teeth, fingers moving restlessly up your thighs and around your hips. Your smirk turns wicked.
“Would you like that?” You murmur lowly, breath ghosting along his jaw as you roll your hips against him in a slow drag. He lets out a shuddering breath and your fingers thread into his hair and tug his head back, baring his throat to your teeth. “Carisi on his knees for you, mouth wrapped around your cock? Those plush lips stretched wide. I bet he’d be so eager for you, desperate to please.”
Rafael lets out a soft whine and arches up against you. Your answering groan slips out unbidden, earlier thoughts of teasing him with Carisi flooding back in vivid technicolor, spurred on by Rafael’s apparent interest.
“I bet he’d beg for you to let him taste you, lap up your precum, swallow you down till you’re coming down his throat.”
Rafael choked on his breath and moaned.
“Would you let me watch? Let me watch as he takes you deep, choking a little because you’re so thick, filling his throat.”
Rafael makes a desperate noise and presses his head back into your hold, baring his throat to your even further.
“You think he’s sucked cock before?” You continue, your heart beating faster, pleasured flush spreading across your skin as you start to get caught up in the fantasy as well. “Do you think he’ll know just how to take you, or will you have to teach him? Be his mentor in this, too?”
Rafael shivers and his hands settle at your hips, encouraging you to roll down against him. You’re quick to oblige, both of you groaning at the friction.
“Maybe I could sit behind you, holding you firm between my legs, hands tight on your hips so you have to just take what he gives you, and nothing more. Could you do that? Or would you beg him for more? Would you beg for my cunt on your face while he swallows around you? Or I could watch from the chair next to the bed, fucking myself while you grip his hair tight and fuck his face.”
Your words, dark and low in his ear, pull a groan from deep in Rafael’s chest. He’s watching you from beneath heavy eyelids, eyes dark and desperate, hips arching up against you as you grind down on his cock. He’s achingly hard where he’s pressed against you, straining against the fabric, but he makes no move to undress. Instead, he grips your hips harder, guiding you to move faster against him.
You gasp, falling forward, hips working as you brace yourself with one arm on the back of the couch behind him, the other sliding from his hair to his throat, resting warm and heavy across it.
“You wanna cum down his throat?” You stroke your fingers down the column of his. “Or do you wanna pull out last second, jerk yourself off all over his face?” You slide your hand up so you’re gripping his jaw, thumb brushing over his cheek. Rafael is trembling beneath you, eyes unfocused, lips parted around short, desperate gasps each time you grind down against him.
“Would you let me jack you off all over him? Dick all slick from his mouth, my hand tight around you. I bet he’d look really pretty with your cum all over his face, smeared all over his lips.”
Rafael throws his head back and moans.
“You want that babe? You wanna make a mess out of him?” You’re breathing hard, groaning as he gives a small nod, his eyes shut tight against all the sensation, throat working. He’s so hard underneath you that you imagine you can feel his pulse in his cock through his pants where it’s pressed against you.
You’re starting to tremble as well, losing your grip on your control as he shivers and strains, desire making him restless. His lips are wet and swollen from how he has been biting them to hold in the desperate noses you’re pulling from him with each roll of your hips, every salacious image you’re conjuring. He’s flushed, his growing desperation is gorgeous.
And you just keep running your mouth. The words are tumbling unchecked from you now, unfiltered and raw. Every filthy thought you’ve ever had of Rafael and Carisi together is spilling out, pulled from you by every moan and breathless whimper that falls from Rafael’s lips.
“Maybe you’ve been thinking about it differently? Maybe you want him to see you just like this, helpless and wrecked. Desperate for him. Do you want him to make a mess out of you? You want to be the one choking on his cock?”
Rafael’s grip on your hips goes punishingly tight and his eyes fly open as he groans, shocked and raw.
“Yeah, baby, I know what you like.” Your voice is rough, wrecked, as you lean back slightly to watch him falling apart.
He’s a mess. His shirt is half undone, undershirt rucked up where you had sought access to his hot skin. His hair is all over the place from your wandering hands. And when you drop your hand to where he’s straining against his zipper, the fabric is damp, his cock leaking so much precum that he’s soaked through both his briefs and his trousers.
You groan and rub your thumb over the head of his cock through the fabric, shuddering as he whines in response, hips jerking hard.
You’re hardly faring better… your panties are a mess, fabric so wet and slick from your arousal that it’s starting to glide easily against your clit as you rock your hips down over and over. You know it would feel so much better if you both stripped down the rest of the way, skin on skin with nothing to separate you. But to your lust-clouded mind, the seconds of separation that would require are untenable.
“I bet his cock long and pretty like the rest of him, flushed pink, dripping for you. You want to taste him?” You lift your hand to press your fingers to his lips and he parts them obediently, eyelashes fluttering as he tilts his head back, fuck-drunk, curling his tongue and swallowing around them as you press deeper into his mouth. You groan softly, biting your lip at the debauched picture he presents, lips stretched around your fingers.
“You want him to pull your hair like I do when I’m riding your face?” You twist the fingers of your other hand in his hair and tug hard. “Just like this?” You tug again and he moans around your fingers, sucking harder.
“Fuck, yes, Raf. Let him pull your hair and fuck your face until you’re the one groaning and cumming all over yourself, all over your stomach and your hand?”
He’s making a mess of himself now, saliva dripping down his chin as he takes your fingers deeper, choking slightly and he hollows his cheeks, groaning.
“You want him to cum all over your face? I know you love it when I do.” You pull your fingers from his mouth, his whimper at the loss making you moan. His lips are spit-slick and swollen and you dip your head to taste them for yourself, the kiss shameless and sloppy.
“I bet you’d look real pretty with both of us smeared all over you,” you break away to husk against his lips. “How does that sound? Let him watch while I ride your face, grinding down on you while you eat me out until I’m cumming, slick dripping down your chin?” You dart your tongue out, licking up the mess of salvia he’s left on his chin and he shudders underneath you.
“And then he gets to take his turn, holding you flat on your back on the bed while he fucks your throat, pulling out just in time to cum all over your face.” Rafael tries to arch into your grasp but you push him back into the couch hard, one hand tight on his shoulder as you pull back just enough to grip his jaw with the other, swiping your thumb through the wetness and smearing the remainder across his skin.
“If you’re really good, and keep your hands to yourself, maybe we’d reward you after and you’d get both of our mouths at the same time. You could fuck my throat while he fucks your ass with his tongue? You want that?” Rafael groans, a rough, wrecked sound so deep you can feel the rumble in his chest. His legs spread further, searching for leverage to rock into you faster, chasing the hot press of your cunt against his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” you groan, grinding against him, encouraging. “You think he knows how to eat you out? Think he could make you cum that way?”
Rafael gasps and whines, a raw, breathless sound, as his hips start to lose their rhythm against you. His head is thrown back and his hold on your hips is harsh as starts to chase his orgasm in earnest.
“Fuck, yes. Yes, just like that, Raf.”
All his muscles are straining, thighs flexing under you, biceps taut, as your words and the friction pushes him to the edge. And the mere thought of Rafael, wrecked and desperate, coming in his pants from the thought of Carisi’s tongue in his ass almost pushes you over the edge, too. But you want him there first, want to watch him shake apart before you’re lost in the haze of your own pleasure.
“Or maybe you want to be in between us all along, yeah?” You goad him, tilting his face up so he’s forced to meet your gaze, his eyes dark, brow furrowed, mouth slack as his hips work. You’re grinding against him, firm and fast, feral for the gasping little breaths falling from his lips.
“You want to fuck me while he fucks you? Feel my pussy tight and wet around you while he fills you up with that long pretty cock of his? You think you could last like that? Pressed between us? Think you could cum just from Carisi fucking you while I watched, your cock untouched?”
And that? That image is what does him in.
Rafael chokes out a sob and seizes, his cock jerking against you, his hips flexing, thighs shaking as he cums. His grip on your hips as he holds you down is punishingly tight, and you relish the thought of the bruises it will leave as he crushes you to him, face buried in your neck, groaning brokenly into your skin.
“Fuck, yes, yes.” You grind down on him, so, so close, chasing your release even as he gasps against you, pushed into oversensitivity.
He whines and sinks his teeth into your shoulder at the sensation and it’s the spark you need to ignite, head thrown back as you shudder and shake and fall apart.
You collapse into him in the aftermath, the two of you slumping back on the couch together as your heart rates start to slow and your breath evens out.
He seems to recover first, nuzzling where your neck meets your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the bite mark he left, making you shiver. Your hands that had been tight in his hair turn gentle, stroking lightly as you press your nose to his sweaty hair and breathe deeply.
“Christ, woman.” He breathes out, voice low and rough. “I’m too old to be cumming in my pants like this.”
You laugh breathlessly into his hair, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp with your fingers and he slumps further into your hold, a contented rumble rattling in his chest.
“But I love watching you cum like that. It’s hot, watching you get too desperate and needy to undress. Who would have guessed it would be the thought of me and Carisi using you that got you there?”
He groans, shaking his head and presses his sweaty forehead to your shoulder. An embarrassed flush spreads down the back of his neck and if you shifted back far enough, you knew you’d see the wet stain from his cum standing out stark against the crotch of his grey slacks.
“You’re one to talk,” he mutters, pulling back enough to look you in the eye, one brow raised. “That was an awful lot of a very specific, filthy fantasy to rattle off for someone who hasn’t thought about it before.”
Your face grew warm and you bit your lip, caught out. “Maybe I’ve thought about the two of you together once or twice while watching you flirt with him. Maybe I’ve thought about joining… “ You shrug, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Catching him watching us tonight was just the spark to the flame.”
Rafael frowned. “I do not flirt.”
Maybe someone, in some universe somewhere, might have believed him. If they’d never met him and they couldn’t see the pink flush on his cheeks and the way he was chewing his lip to try and stop the smirk that tugged and threatened.
He was cute. And a dirty liar.
You choked trying to swallow your laugh. You raised an eyebrow at him, incredulous. “You can’t even say that to me with a straight face.”
He struggled to maintain his frown for another second before he gave up and it slid into a sly little smirk. He shrugged, hands coming to rest warm on your thighs, thumbs stroking softly over your skin.
You slid a finger along his jaw and under his chin, tilting his face up to yours. “He flirts back, you know.”
Rafael flushed.
A smirk curled the edge of your lips, a plot starting to form in your mind as you leaned in to kiss him. “Just food for thought.”
TBC….