bakerstreet | Morning after

Morning after

morning after

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme
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( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios

① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?

② HIT ME BABY;
they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;
don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;
turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;
roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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"I know what I said." Joaquin smirks and tucks the blanket around the two of them once John's back in bed, laying back down on the pillows with an arm under his head so he can look at the older man. "Yeah, there's a reason Sam saves the gifts from King Valkyrie for Bucky.

"Look, I don't remember much either. But it coulda been a lot worse." He scrunches his nose. "You coulda married Alexei."

"Oh my god."

So, that's a point in Joaquin's favor, it's true. He thinks he would have thrown himself out a window if he'd woken up with Alexei.

"I can't really...imagine anyone marrying that guy." He's so over the top and in your face. It makes John's head hurt just thinking about it. He swings his gaze over to Joaquin.

"Yeah, no way, I couldn't do that," he says again. "I got a better deal here."

“Yeah, you did.” Joaquin isn’t actually so self centred that he believes John’s won the lottery or something like that, but it’s fun to play up the idea that he’s an absolute score.

To be fair to himself though, Joaquin always tries to see the best in others and does what he can to always be a good friend and person, so John definitely coulda done worse.

“See, just gotta look on the bright side. Alexei is a great guy… in small doses. Also imagine the scene he’d make. Of course, he is the reason we’re here at all.”

"I'm gonna hit him with my shield."

It's not like it's going to hurt the man. He's got a head as hard as titanum but it'll make John feel better.

He sighs and drapes an arm over his eyes, laying back while he tries to process this entire freaking situation. His head is still muddled and fuzzy but he's stopped panicking.

"Maybe he got married too," John offers after a second. "Or maybe he's in jail or something."

"Sounds like you still have a bit of tension to work out. Which means if that's what they were trying to achieve by this, they failed. Or I failed." Joaquin goes so far as to wink at the man, though he's not sure if John sees it before he covers his eyes with his arm.

"To who? Ava? Sam? Nah, unless he picked up a random sex worker who agreed to wed, I'd say marriage is unlikely." Jail however... nah, Mel would have gotten him out already.

"You could have done better."

Is he...trying to flirt? Maybe a little. It's been a long night and now he's facing down an uncertain morning but he's trying to look on the positive side.

Trying. He's really trying hard and he wants a reward for his effort. John rubs his face and then glances over at Joaquin.

"Fine, no marriage. Maybe jail. Or maybe he's just lost somewhere. I'm sure he'll tell us about it later. Loudly and in detail."

"Wowwwww." Joaquin stares at John for a long moment with an expression that is equally shocked and amused. "I'll have you know I have more of a praise kink than a challenge kink, so if you want me to do better maybe you should spank my ass and call me a good boy."

With a snort, Joaquin shakes his head. "You're not wrong but I also think there are more interesting things we could be doing than talking about what Alexei got up to.

"Like... we could talk about what we could be getting up to. Or, better yet, not talking."

Oh, so that's...that's something. Good information to have and he's going to try and ignore the way it makes his skin heat up and his mouth go dry. He blinks a few times to try and clear his head but, of course, Joaquin keeps going.

Keeps talking, keeps making suggestion and John's already fraying control just crumbles. He hums though like he's contemplating it, like he hasn't already made up his mind.

"You wanna be spanked?" he asks, voice low, thoughts of Alexei out of his head. "You wanna do that for me, please me that way?"

You told him about that praise kink, Joaquin, and he will take advantage.

Joaquin smirks as he watches the other man's control completely crumble the more he talks. He knows the second that John is hooked and that tone does things to him, heat stirring in his belly. "Is that all it takes to please you? Letting you spank me?"

Closing the distance between them, Joaquin presses himself up against John's side, fingers trailing over his chest. "Because you can definitely do that... if that's all you want. Unless there's something else you want?"

"It takes a lot to please me."

He says it automatically because he doesn't want to be seen as weak but, right now, he knows he's not putting up much of a fight and he doesn't care. He's kind of getting what he wants even if Joaquin's had to deal with his shitty attitude up until right now.

He clears his throat and watches the way Joaquin's fingers skim up and down his side. John swallows.

"That's what I want," he says before he adds, tone low, "To start."

"Does it?" Joaquin doesn't believe that for a second, mostly because he's also a man who is currently in bed with a very naked, very attractive man. Sitting up, he lets the blanket fall off him as he throws a leg over John's legs, straddling his thighs.

"How do you want me?"

Yep, cool, this is happening. That's okay, that's totally fine with John. Joaquin moves and it takes John a second to respond because skin to skin and if he was hot before, he's blazing now.

He swallows, looks up.

"Get on your hands and knees," he finally says, voice rough. "Ass up."

The words have heat pooling in Joaquin's belly so quick and he can already feel himself getting hard at just the idea of what's to come. So, before he moves to get into position, he gives a roll of his hips, grinding against John briefly before doing what he's told.

Shoving the blankets out of the way, Joaquin gets on his knees and elbows, ass up in the air. "My safe word is cucumber."

Cucumber, of course. He doesn't roll his eyes, at least. Thankfully, Joaquin's ass is good enough to get his mind off where he'd last heard cucumber.

"Got it," he mumbles just to let the other man know he's heard it, he's aware. And then he's admiring the ass in front of him. It's not the first time he's seen it, he knows, but he can't remember last night so this feels new.

He hums, not touching for a moment before he lays a hand gently on Joaquin's ass, giving him a little squeeze. The softness lasts for just a few seconds before he rears back and brings his hand down firmly against Joquin's ass.

Joaquin is too busy being face down, forehead resting on his forearm to see the barely contained eye roll.

As if able to feel the eyes on him, Joaquin wiggles his ass a little, smirking into the bedding as he does. He knows he looks good - he's put a lot of effort into it, after all - and he has no issue with putting himself on display.

A shiver goes up his spine at the initial touch, anticipation twisting in his stomach at what's about to come. The first slap gets a flinch and a gasp out of him, back tensing for a moment before relaxing again.

And with just that little movement, Joaquin makes John forget about the fact that he'd woken up married to a man he barely knows. Right now, that does not matter. What matters is that reaction and how it goes right to John's groin.

He manages to stop himself from moaning but it's a close thing. He licks his lips and then brings his hand down harder against Joaquin's ass, several times now, harder enough to redden that skin.

"Fuck," he mumbles, inhaling and blowing out a ragged breath.

Joaquin gasps and moans with each slap to his ass, feeling the skin heat up with each strike and knowing it's red and inflamed but it feels so fucking good. Maybe they should have talked this through a little more, especially with John's increased strength but he's already got bruises on his hips, confirmation of what they already know about last night.

"Fuck, yes." Risking a glance over his shoulder, Joaquin smirks. "I want you to fuck me."

"Yeah, that's — "

A damn good idea. But, the words don't make it to his lips. Instead, he just curses under his breath and nods. He agrees, he very much agrees so at least there's that.

He stops spanking Joaquin for a second, rubbing a hand against his ass to soothe before he looks up.

"Good idea." There it is, there's his words. "I wanna fuck you."

His ass burns under the heat of John's hand and there's a tremble running through him that makes his thighs quiver. Joaquin has turned his head back to rest against his arms by the time John answers but he nods enthusiastically against his forearms.

"Yeah, yes. Yes. Like this? Or...?"

"Yeah, like this."

He wants to be able to get inside Joaquin as deeply as possible and he wants to feel that control and dominance and wield it like a weapon. He brings his hand down against Joaquin's ass again.

"Lube."

They were going to need it so hopefully they'd invested in it last night after they'd gotten married.

Joaquin gasps at the suddenness of the sharp slap, body trembling as he moans into the mattress, biting down on his own arm. "Fuck.

"Check the drawer." Surely they must have some because they had to have used some the night before. It made the most sense that the lube would be in there or on the floor. "Or the floor."

Drawer or floor. Yep, he could do that. He grunts in acknowledgement, rooting around in the drawer for a few seconds. When his hand doesn't close around any lube, he shifts a bit and his gaze drops to the floor.

He finds what he's looking for underneath a shirt and brings it back up with him.

"Get your ass up," he orders roughly, already uncapping the lube so he can coat his fingers with it.

Joaquin hadn’t even realised he’d slumped down until John points it out and he gets his knees back under himself, red ass presented on full display. He’s already hard and the sound of the lube opening sends a shiver on anticipation down his spine and heat pool in his stomach.

“C’mon, Walker.”

"Don't rush me."

For that, he gets smacked with his other hand, trying to make sure Joaquin knew who was in charge. Once his fingers liberally coated, he reaches out and slides one finger around the rim of Joaquin's ass, slicking up the area before he eases one finger inside, stretching him slowly.

"I'll get there when I get there."

"Bossy." Joaquin actually whines at the next slap, biting down on his again, hard enough to leave imprints of his teeth. And then there's a lubed up finger at his ass and he gasps, breath catching as it turns into a moan as that finger slips inside him.

"Fuuuuck."

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