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Enjoy the Moment	By : Arumeicourt Category: +G through L > Heavy Rain Views: 2070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Heavy Rain, and am not affiliated with Quantic Dream, or Sony. I do not own Norman Jayden, Carter Blake, or any offical characters contained within. I earn no money from this work of fiction.

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Author's Note: This ended up being, uh…smuttier than I expected? :'D About as candle-light dinner-esque as Blake/Jayden could get, really.

Or, rather…as much as Jayden/Blake could get?

*flees*

(By the way, the defense scenarios below – they come from a lesson one of my friends that went through the SEAL program taught me. It was an entirely casual demonstration and it comes strictly from my own moderately shitty memory, so if you ever find yourself in a dangerous situation and use anything written here and get horribly mugged, please don't sue me. I'm writing porn, not a self-defense handbook)

"The chamber's empty." Carter confirmed this by pulling back the slide with his hand, displaying the pistol's vacant cavity before releasing the slide back to its normal position. "…And the magazine's been removed." He pulled the gun so the nozzle was facing the ceiling, displaying quite clearly that the pistol was empty. Norman nodded in confirmation at Carter's demonstrations. It wasn't that he didn't trust the police officer, but gun safety was something neither of them wanted to play around with. The only way his mind could completely be at ease was if he saw it was unloaded first-hand.

The situation Norman found himself in was quite unusual. It started with the location – his own living room, with most of his furniture pushed to the walls to open the area up. Then came the company; after spending so much time in Blake's house, it was almost foreign to see him staying in his own.

It hadn't actually been his idea for Carter to stay in D.C. No, to his surprise, it had been Carter who had made the off-hand suggestion, citing his extended, paid vacation as his reasoning. Showing him around the nation's capital the past couple of days had been surprisingly fun. Carter had a pointed disinterest in politics, which narrowed down their to-do list considerably, but they were able to spend an entire day and a good chunk of the night at the National Mall and Memorial Park. He had especially enjoyed the World War II memorial, dragging Norman around like a child would on a field trip with an unenthused parent.

They had taken the day off today to allow Carter to recover, and yet hardly halfway through, his inability to just sit and relax was showing itself. It was that that brought Norman to the third and final unusual part of his day so far.

Norman knew why Carter had suddenly suggested teaching him some self-defense tactics against an armed person; it was obvious, after being shot himself (though which time he was on now, Norman wasn't sure), that he didn't want to see the same happening to him. Easily explainable as the gesture was, Norman couldn't help but legitimately be touched about it. Carter never said how he felt – he showed it. And in this particular instance, he was demonstrating a protective side of him that Norman had only previously caught glimpses of. The fact that Carter was genuinely worried about his safety filled him with a sense of being wanted that he had seldom had the opportunity to feel.

"Right, the first scenario I wanna focus on is more for when you're off the clock."

Carter gestured with the gun for Norman to turn his back to him so he was facing the wall. Hardly a second later, Norman felt the familiar cold steel press against the small of his back. He couldn't help jumping a little at the sensation, despite knowing the gun wasn't loaded. He stole a quick glance back to see Carter holding the gun in his left hand, smiling in a way that was not entirely reassuring. The first – and last – time Carter had been pointing a gun at him was in the interrogation room after Norman had hit him across the face. For a brief moment, Norman wondered if he was thinking about the same thing, fervently hoping revenge wasn't on his mind. He had never actually delivered pay back for that particular incident.

Fortunately, Carter continued explaining himself as if nothing was wrong. "Somethin' like this'll usually happen at night, to someone distracted…Like if you're getting money at an ATM. Now, you shouldn't be fucking getting money out of an ATM alone at night anyway, but since common sense isn't your forte, I think this lesson is pretty applicable." He poked the nozzle into Norman's back a few times teasingly before continuing. Grateful Carter couldn't see his face, Norman didn't bother masking an irritated smile. This whole teaching role was definitely going to his head.

"Normally, the attacker'll tell you to turn around and put your hands up before anything else. Do it," he added with another sharp jab to the back from the gun. "But keep your elbows in and your arms close to your body – Don't fuckin' raise them above your shoulders, do you wanna be mugged? – Good, like that, right in front of your chest.

"This is when they'll ask for your money, your wallet – whatever. Go through the motions slowly as if you're really grabbing into your pocket. It doesn't hurt to say aloud what you want him to think you're doing, either.

"Now, this next part's gotta be fast. Hit 'em square in the face, as hard as you fucking can – this is the punch of your life. Step forward when you strike so you can put your full body weight into it. While you're doin' that, grab the top of the gun with your free hand and point it away from you – the trigger almost always gets pulled in the struggle – before grabbing it too-"

"But-" Norman had tried to keep silent until now, since God knows he hated interruptions when he was trying to explain something. Besides, he had never heard the police lieutenant talk so much before, and he didn't want to be the one to stop him. Hearing him go on about something he was obviously highly knowledgeable in was refreshing. And the glow he had in his eyes while explaining everything was…oddly attractive. Norman was always the student that got along with his teachers, enjoying both the feeling of learning something new and seeing someone passionately explain their life's work. He never expected to experience this with Blake. Yet much like the student he was not long ago, he had encountered something in Carter's lecture he didn't quite understand.

"Yeah?"

"Won't the gun burn you when it fires? Or-…or the slide pinch your hand when it goes back?"

Carter chuckled, brushing under his nose with his thumb lightly before responding. "Probably. And your hand'll be hurting like a bitch too from the punch – but I guarantee you your adrenaline'll be pumping way too hard for you to even notice 'til afterwards. Anyway, after you get positive control of the gun, you'll want to take some steps back – put some distance between you n' him – and then you can put your master FBI negotiation skills to work."

Norman ignored the verbal jab, but when the physical one with the gun hit his chest, he scowled and waved it away. Scratch that, it was definitely going to his head. "Alright…so how're we gonna practice this? You don't tend to appre'ciate me hittin' you in the face."

Carter gave an icy little laugh, his lips curling into a cold smile to match it before answering. "…Good question. You'll want to put all your strength into the attack still, but aim for the side of my head instead of actually at me."

"Wouldn't it be better if I hit you for real, but pulled it?"

"Nah, you don't want to get too used to doing shit like that…I had a guy once that disarmed this druggie we were apprehendin'…and then he fucking handed the gun back to the guy afterward, like we did in practice!" Carter threw his hands in the air in an exasperated sort of way, smiling slightly at the amused look on Norman's face. "No, this way, you'll go through the full motions of the counterattack so you'll get used to how much force you'll have to put into it."

Norman bit his lip slightly before nodding. For a brief moment, he considered accidentally missing – or, rather, accidentally hitting – just to see what would happen. Then he gave himself a little shake, reprimanding himself for even thinking that.

C'mon, the guy's goin' through all this trouble to help you. Yeah, he's a dick, but that's nothing new.

"Ready?" Carter questioned, gesturing with the gun again for him to return to facing the wall. "We'll do it step by step until you've got it right before going full speed…"

Trying to remember everything Carter had just told him in order, Norman turned around slowly once Carter jabbed him in the back again. Determined to get him to stop teasing him so condescendingly, he kept his arms close together this time, lightly pressing them against his chest. Carter noted the difference with a slight nod of approval, making Norman smile as a rush of pride from his acknowledgement surged through him.

Right. Now, uh…what came next...? Norman blinked, just awkwardly holding his hands up for a moment as he tried to remember what his next move was supposed to be.

Carter smirked lightly in response to his inaction. "Should we start from the top?" he asked with a grin. "Since you've just been standing there long enough for me to take your money and run…"

Norman nodded with an embarrassed cough. You're acting like a fucking middle school girl, trying to impress her hot male teacher by gettin' his questions right... Focus!

The thought had the absolute opposite effect as various images swam through his mind of Carter in any sort of teaching position, with himself as one of his pupils. He shook his head in hope of dispersing the imagery from his mind. Right, well, unless you want detention with the bastard, get back to the lesson….Oh, god, that thought doesn't help at all…

For the briefest of seconds, Norman could practically see Carter at the front of a classroom, coldly staring at him for acting up in class. He approached him slowly, placing his hands on his desk so their faces were hardly inches apart before muttering with a threatening undertone, "…See me after class, Norman."

A refreshingly cool metal hit Norman's burning face gently a few times before he snapped back to reality and realized Carter was tapping the gun against his cheek. The expression on his face was one of complete and utter amusement.

"…If you're done blushin' like a school girl…" he chastised dryly, motioning for him to turn around again. The disgusting accuracy behind the insult almost gave Norman a panic attack as he prayed to any and every god that Carter hadn't somehow acquired the ability to read minds within the last few minutes. "…let's try this again."

Turn, hands up, punch. Without any creepy fantasies. Got it.

Norman was quite sure everything had gone perfectly the second time around, up until the point where he swung with all his might past Carter's left ear…until he heard Carter sigh slightly before wrapping his arm around Norman's waist from under his extended arm, dragging him back into his chest before poking the gun into his side.

"Forget something, Norm?" he hissed directly into his ear, making Norman suppress a shudder.

Great job, Norman, you lost to Carter one handed this time. Or does it count as no handed, since he was still holding the gun?

"Uh…Y-yeah."

"Uh-huh." Carter pushed him back into the wall with his good arm before continuing. "Stop wasting my time and focus."

A wave of anger washed away his previous thoughts quite effectively as they repeated the exercise for the third time. This time, however, as Norman went in for the fake punch, he remembered to grab the gun and yank it away. With a satisfied grin, he looked back to Carter just in time to see him roll his eyes in exasperation.

"What?" Norman asked in annoyance as a small pang of disappointment from his reaction hit him.

"Well, that was better, but if the gun was loaded you'd have a hole in your stomach. Remember to aim the gun away before the punch is fully connected, then grab it when they're dazed…"

Absolutely determined to get everything perfectly right this time, Norman gave the pistol back with a heated glare before turning around quickly, in part so he wouldn't have to see the look on Carter's face. The small chuckle he heard from behind him was bad enough. Fortunately, everything went smoothly this time around as he swatted the gun away, aimed the fake punch (admittedly coming entirely too close to his face this time) and seized control of the pistol. Norman even remembered to take a few side steps away in order to distance himself from the man. He raised the gun and aimed at him until a genuine smile took Carter's face.

"…Finally," he teased, though he sounded far more pleased than annoyed. With a few short steps he closed the distance Norman had made, snatching the gun away before sliding it across his cheek again. "Now…You wanna tell me what was on your mind that made this take so long? I think I've got a pretty good idea…"

Norman coughed, pushing Carter back by his good shoulder before stepping back …right into the wall. "…I highly doubt that, Cartah," he managed distractedly, looking from left to right for a good escape route out of his own living room as he sensed a fight coming…or something else entirely. Unfortunately, the way the furniture had been arranged previously to give them space blocked out every good exit.

"That bad?" he chuckled darkly in response, picking up on Norman's defensive stance.

" 'Yah couldn't pry it outta me if 'yah tried, Cartah," Norman swallowed, a small pink taking his face as his accent thickened from a considerable amount of humiliation. What the hell had taken over him?

"…Is that a challenge?"

It was more instinct than anything else that drove Norman's first move to be swatting the gun out of Carter's hands – empty as he knew it was, he had seen enough movies to know he did not want to be pistol whipped. The move must have been entirely too predictable, as his wrist was caught before he came close to making contact. Carter did, however, drop the gun and kick it aside before using Norman's arm as leverage to yank him closer.

"All right, lesson 2…What would've happened if that had been loaded, Norm?"

…I'd be dead or dying?

He knew the question was more to mock him than anything else, and thus didn't give Carter the pleasure of issuing a response, instead focusing on how he'd come out on top of this particular struggle. Norman racked his brain, trying to think of the hand-to-hand combat techniques he had learned from his own job. As Carter took a step forward with a smirk, Norman moved his right leg around and behind the one Carter had stepped with, planting it firmly in the ground before shoving him back into his couch. The look on Carter's face was one of utter shock as he tripped back into the piece of furniture on his back. Before he could shift himself back up, Norman dashed over to push him further down before teasingly sitting on him, as if to rub in his victory.

It was with a slight disappointment that Norman realized Carter looked more pleased than anything else.

"Hey, that wasn't half bad. I guess someone can teach you how to defend yourself without you checking 'em out the entire time…"

"I wasn't checking you out, Blake." Which was at least half true – Norman's 'crime' was considerably less innocent, but Carter certainly didn't need to know that.

Carter paused, shifting underneath his weight to push a knee up, brushing it against his erection with an amused quirk of his eyebrows. "…So this just popped up because you overpowered a guy with a gunshot wound? That's seriously fucked up, Jayden."

With a rather cold smirk, Norman pushed his weight down on the cop's knees to avoid any possible cheap shots later. The action was rewarded by a slight grunt of surprise from the older man. "Really, Cartah? If I had'a dime for every time you got off on me losing a fight, I wouldn't need'tah work for the FBI…"

Carter propped himself up with his elbows, returning Norman's smirk with one of his own. "Guess the ball's in your court this time then, pretty boy. What're'yah actually going to do about it?"

Wait…what?

At first, Norman simply thought he was calling his bluff. It made the most sense, from everything he knew about the man and their relationship thus far. Yet as he shifted slightly on top of him in surprise, he noticed as he did so that…Carter was just as hard as he was, despite being the one pinned down…Or was it because?

His second thought was that Carter was waiting for him to drop his guard so he could retake control, yet the more Norman studied his face for answers, the less likely that theory seemed. No, the look in the more dominant male's eyes was one Norman was quite used to seeing…because he had seen himself wearing it quite a few times when his face was reflected in Carter's eyes. Anticipation.

"You know, every time I start to believe that you might actually be as smart as you think you are…you prove me wrong again," Carter chastised upon seeing the utterly dumbfounded expression on his face.

"And every time I think you couldn't be more of an unpredictable asshole, you exceed my expectations," Norman replied once his found his voice. There's no way he means what I think he does…

"Aw, Norman, you're gonna make me blush…"

Whether Carter was teasing or challenging him, Norman neither knew nor cared. Sending him an irritable look, Norman lifted himself off the man in a swift motion before seizing his wrist and giving him a harsh jerk up. With raised eyebrows and the subtle hint of a smirk, Carter complied.

Norman used the time Carter was in the shower to let his analytical side do its magic. He was trying to find out what had triggered Carter's sudden interest in Norman taking charge, yet the more analyzing he did, the less sudden it was appearing in his mind. Every time the two of them had tried something new in bed, it had been Carter who initiated it. The one exception was when Norman had ridden him and that had only been because he had been completely shitfaced. Even on that occasion, Carter had submitted to his suggestion.

If there was one particular quality in Carter Blake that Norman had managed to profile, it was that he was curious. Adventurous, even. It shouldn't have come as such a big surprise that as they experimented more and more with one another, pushing the boundaries of their relationship…that one day, his curiosity would get the better of him. His little reveal in the hospital about having on been on top in all his prior relationships probably only fueled that curiosity, as it meant that he'd at least know what he was doing. And it wasn't that Norman didn't want to fuck him – since day fucking one he had wanted to take control of the bastard -…but as they spent more time together, Norman had put the thought aside because he didn't want it to turn him away. Having only just successfully quit all his addictions, Norman couldn't, at the time, guarantee that he was mentally strong enough yet to resist falling back into them if Blake wasn't in the picture. Sure, the man drove him absolutely fucking insane, but that aside – hell, even the sex aside – he was an…actual friend he could rely on instead of a high.

Norman took a deep breath when he heard the water turn off in the bathroom, trying to push back his nerves. This whole situation was reminding him of his first time with a guy. He knew why he was anxious, but it didn't stop him from being pissed off at himself about it.

You gotta be confident, doesn't mattah' how nervous you are. If you let it show that you're nervous, he's going to get nervous, and then you'll hafta stop – and, fuck, you can't stop now. Or there'll always be that awkward energy between you, and who knows what'll happen next.

Fighting to find a reassuring thought, one quickly rose to the surface that he could reside in. The fact that Carter had even brought this up at all meant not only that some part of him – his curious side - wanted it; it more importantly signified that he trusted him. It was almost enough to make him laugh. After all these months together, after all this time of them being partners in two entirely different connotations of the word, Carter Blake finally trusted him.

Filled with a new resolve at the thought, Norman sat up just as his bathroom door opened. Carter lingered in doorway for a moment, wearing only a towel around his waist and a sheepish expression Norman had never seen on his face prior. For a fleeting moment he wondered if it meant Carter had changed his mind – and he surprised himself at how disappointed he felt.

"Hey, uh…I kinda…forgot about my bandages and got'em wet…" Carter informed him without making eye contact, clearly embarrassed at making such a mistake.

"Oh…oh! Fuck…I think I have first aid kit downstairs-"

"No, it's fine…I have some extra wrapping n' shit in my suitcase, I just can't tie it myself," he interrupted, still avoiding his gaze.

"Right. Just lie down, Cartah, I'll take care of it…"

Carter sat back at the edge of Norman's bed with a sigh before scooting back. Norman couldn't help sneaking a quick peek at the still healing injury on his shoulder. It looked like a perfect circle, the indent in the middle steadily returning to a more natural, flesh color. Norman quickly turned away, hoping his interest hadn't drawn Carter's attention – he didn't need any more smartass comments about being checked out.

Spotting Carter's suitcase on the floor next to the bed, Norman leaned down and quickly sifted through his belongings in search of the spare medical supplies. Despite practically living at the guy's house on the weekends, he didn't want to snoop around his personal stuff. He personally had certainly tucked a few of his more embarrassing possessions away when he was sure Carter wasn't paying attention.

He finally located a small red and white box underneath most of his clothing. As he went to pull it out, a small bottle of lubricant fell out of the pocket of one of Carter's pants. A grin flashed across his face as he picked that up too before returning to his bed, crawling onto it to meet Carter in the middle. Norman was no stranger to standard first aid - giving CPR to Shaun all those months ago certainly hadn't been the first time he had to put the knowledge to actual use. It was because of this that, as Norman opened the box and applied the dressing, there was no hesitation or confusion behind his ministrations.

"You ever have to do this before?" Carter inquired, lying back against the frame in a more relaxed manner once he realized Norman knew what he was doing. He lifted his shoulder in wordless compliance as Norman wrapped the dressing underneath it as well.

"…Used to wanna be a doctor, if 'yah can believe it."

"No shit? Why the FBI, then?"

The seemingly legitimate interest made Norman blink slightly, taken aback. "I changed my major to psychology instead… Found the human mind more interestin' than the body, I guess." Carter just nodded slightly in wordless understanding.

He was telling the truth, of course – Norman found the human brain an absolute fascination. Analyzing it, as well as outside factors such as environment and upbringing – it always left him with a feeling that there was always more to be explored, more questions to be answered. And then there was the absolute enigma that was Carter Blake, someone whose actions never failed to catch him off guard. Especially now. He was trying to put together everything he did know about the man before beginning an act that he previously thought would utterly shatter his pride. It was Carter's idea, true, but Norman knew that how he handled it meant more. And that's what Carter had left him to do. The amount of confidence he had placed in him was almost too much of a responsibility to handle. He had told Carter a thousand god damn times he didn't understand the twisted way his mind worked-

-…Holy shit, that's it. All right…What would Blake do? The answer presented itself immediately in his mind, as if it had always been there waiting. When Carter had taken the first step towards permanently changing their relationship just a few short weeks ago, he had handled the situation in a distinct way that spoke volumes of their complicated power struggle.

"Lift 'yah arms up…" Norman ordered quietly, trying to keep all traces of arousal out of his voice as his newfound plan formed itself naturally in his head. Carter must have picked up on something, as he gave him a suspicious look before complying, the untied bandages loosening slightly under the strain of being pulled upward. Norman pulled far more tape off the roll than necessary, rolling it under and over the dressing before biting the excess off and gently pressing the remainder down with a pat.

…Now or never, Norman.

Not giving Carter any time to lower his arms, or himself any to reconsider his plan, Norman grabbed Carter's wrists and pulled them up to his wooden bedframe, placing them together in one of his own before grabbing the excess medical tape from earlier and wrapping them hastily yet thoroughly around the poles. He could feel Carter shift underneath him in realization of what was happening, and shoved all his weight into sitting on him once more as he finished the job.

He couldn't have hid his triumphant grin if he tried- and he certainly made no effort bothering, anyway, even after spotting the absolutely dangerous glint in Carter's eyes.

"It's not enough to beat up a wounded man, you gotta tie him down too? That's fucking psychopathic." The words were sharp, but Norman could easily catch hints of embarrassment and...something that resembled approval.

"That's pretty rich, comin' from you. Besides, it's pretty clear…" He stopped to mimic the lieutenant's actions from earlier, brushing against his erection with a knee, resulting in the towel slipping off his thighs. "…that 'yah like it."

"Nah, it's just like that because I'm thinking of all the shit I'm going to do to you when I get loose."

"Yeah? Then I guess I'll make the most outta this 'til that happens…" The grin remained firmly planted on his face as Norman reached next to the first aid kit to grab the small bottle he had found from earlier. He practically bathed his fingers in the liquid – despite the rather aggressive initiation, Norman was determined to make the entire process as smooth and painless as possible.

"Do you have to do…that, first?" Carter asked irritably, the tiny hint of embarrassment growing more audible in his voice. Norman looked up from the task, surprised to find the cop watching him closely. He could understand why Carter didn't particularly want him fingering him, as it was the exact same feeling he had held when Carter did it to him. Mutual, simultaneous stimulation during sex was one thing, but to finger someone was to remove all focus off oneself, instead putting it on their partner. It was easy to become a rather embarrassing situation under the right circumstances – and being taped to a bed probably fell into that particular category.

"…It'll make things easi'ah, I promise. Just relax."

Carter gave a rather halfhearted sigh before jerking his head to the side slightly in what Norman recognized as a form of consent. Seeing such an action from the ordinarily dominating man made Norman's own hardness almost unbearable. Not wanting to waste any more time, he lifted his lubricated fingers and let the tips lightly slide down Carter's dick, (which was, Norman noted with amusement, still incredibly hard) continuing the motion across and under his testicles before reaching one of the few spots on Carter's body he had never touched previously. Silently praying Carter had thoroughly cleaned himself inside and out in the shower, he brushed one of the dampened fingers against the entrance before slowly wiggling it inside.

Norman looked up again with the intention of watching the older man's face for reactions, unsurprised to find his initial expression to be one of utter discomfort. God only knew that's how he always felt, and unlike Norman, the sheer tightness around his finger was proof that Carter was definitely virginal in this particular experience.

Intent on giving him a distraction until the pain lessened, Norman moved his free hand down to grab Carter's length, slowly brushing his fingertips down it again before carefully taking hold instead of his engorged testicles and rolling them gently in his hand. He shot a glance up to Carter's face – upon seeing it relaxed considerably, his mouth slightly parted as he moaned in relief, Norman's own hardness twitched again as if from impatience. In response to his own body's growing need, he slipped another finger inside, pushing them both up in search of the sensitive organ inside of him.

Hardly a few moments later, Norman both felt and saw Carter jerk upright, followed by what he guessed to be a poorly suppressed groan. Worried he had been too forceful, he stopped moving his fingers in response.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked in a startled manner, moving to pull his fingers out. To his complete surprise, he felt Carter push back on them to move them back in.

"Ah…No,"he managed to reply. "…ah…Haha, Christ, no wonder you scream like a fucking girl when I touch you there…"

"Oh, fuck you, Blake," Norman retorted with narrowed eyes as he pushed his fingers back harder against his prostate, smirking in satisfaction as he was rewarded with another sharp moan. It was steadily becoming far too much for the agent to just observe, so with a final firm press down, he removed his fingers from Carter and sat upright.

Carter raised his head to the best of his abilities at the interruption, shooting him an irritated glance when it became obvious to him that he wasn't going to continue. He opened his mouth, undoubtedly to voice his impatience. Not bothering to wait to listen to what Norman was quite certain would not be polite requests, he positioned himself on top of the man, stretching his arms out slightly before resting them on either side of him. He could feel Carter stiffen underneath him, and he raised his head to meet his eyes, waiting expectantly for him to speak.

"…What? If you're waiting for me to fuckin' beg for it, you've got another thing coming."

Norman couldn't hold back a small snort of a laugh, lowering his head slightly with a grin before raising it back up to respond. "Nah, Cartah, I was goin' for somethin' a lot kinkier than that…it's this new thing I heard about that I wanted to try, called consent…"

It was only thanks to Norman's scrutinizing gaze that he managed to catch Carter's lips twitching upward at the statement as well. "…Shut up and start, Norm."

"If you say so, Cartah…" he replied before positioning himself at Carter's opening. As determined as Norman was to make this as painless as possible for the other man, he certainly wasn't going to let him get out of this without a liberal amount of remainders of whose idea it was.

"Well, I do, so…What the hell's up with you makin' me wait today, anyw-" Carter broke off with a groan as Norman slowly slid in, the wooden frame creaking behind them as his arms jerked forward in an attempt to sedate the sensation. Norman stopped at the tip, aching to push himself entirely in to what had to be the tightest orifice he'd ever been in– yet the desire to not hurt its owner was stronger. He peered into Carter's face, waiting for a signal so he could continue.

"…Finally," came the dry reply after an agonizingly long moment. The strength behind the word was weakened by the strain present in his voice, but the callback to the day's earlier events was enough to make Norman laugh a little nonetheless as he continued thrusting forward until he was completely inside the cop. With a fair amount of difficulty, he slid out almost entirely before pushing back in shallowly, repeating the action a few more times until the movements were more easily accepted.

The subdued groans Carter was ushering in response were still laced with pain, compelling Norman to quickly seek out the previously stimulated organ inside of him so he could begin to enjoy the deed as well. In his eyes, it just wasn't fair otherwise – and besides, if he ever wanted to do this again, he knew he'd have to prove – rather similar to how Carter had to him – that being on the receiving end could still be fun.

Norman was just pulling back when he finally brushed against it, the reward being a heavy gasp from the other man. He was taken completely by surprise as Carter pushed back against him for the first time, barely concealing a moan of his own. Wordlessly, Carter lifted his legs and wrapped them around his waist in order to pull him in more - Norman found himself almost grateful for the rather ticklish sensation of Carter's leg hairs brushing against sides and back every time he thrusted in – it gave him something else to focus on to make the almost painfully pleasurable feeling bearable.

The amount of satisfaction Carter's voice now contained was, to Norman, the most satisfying part of all. Once he had started matching Norman's movements, he had simultaneously stopped bothering to subdue the pleasured pants. As ego boosting as it was, it also had the effect of pushing Norman closer and closer to the edge – something he absolutely refused to let happen before causing it to occur with Carter. More to stop the sounds than anything else, Norman leaned forward and, for what must have been the thousandth 'first time' of the day, captured Carter's lips instead of the usual reverse. Carter ushered a muffled, surprised noise in response before returning the gesture in kind.

It wasn't enough to keep the overwhelming sensation at bay, however, making Norman opt to taking a leaf out of Carter's book. Without breaking off the kiss, he trailed his hands down Carter's rather hairy, muscular form before the right one made contact with the hardened organ that had previously been grinding against his own torso. The lube from earlier combined with Carter's precum actually made Norman's hand slip off completely several times before he managed to maintain a grip that was both steady and quick.

Norman finally removed his lips from the cop, kissing down from his bearded jawline to his neck, holding one side with his free hand before pressing his face down into the exposed skin. All his actions were rewarded with moans that were far deeper than anything he had heard from Carter previously, driving Norman absolutely insane. He couldn't hold back his own anymore, either, as he lost anything resembling self-control, thrusting inside him out of instinct more than rhythm.

To his great relief, Norman felt Carter's dick spasm in his hand, covering it with the hot, sticky fluid. He shoved himself forward at the exact same moment Carter pushed back, his ass tightening against him even more, throwing Norman completely over the edge as he came inside him with a sharp cry.

Norman all but collapsed on top of the older man as he pulled out, Carter's deep breathes pushing him up and down as he fought to control his own breathing for several surprisingly blissful moments before the sweat from Carter's chest combined with the same liquid dripping down his forehand, stinging his eyes. After several blinks, Carter's face slowly came back into focus.

"I hate to sound demanding, Norman…" The falsity of the statement was not lost on either them as Norman laughed, and even Carter was unable to maintain a straight face. "…but this medical tape isn't exactly comfortable."

"Right, right…" Norman chuckled slightly, his vision still blurred as his eyelids became heavy with desire to sleep. The only word to accurately describe how he dismounted the man was "fell" – but he recovered quickly as he crawled over to the bedframe to undo the wrapping. Without thinking, he yanked the first layer off with a sloppy sort of haste.

"Unh- OW! What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"S'ahrry," Norman apologized quickly, wincing at the numerous black hairs that now coated the white tape before throwing it aside.

"Christ…And you whined when I handcuffed you…"

Norman scoffed at the memory, the pang of sympathy vanishing completely. "Oh, please, Cartah, it's not like you used the fluffy, pink, cushioned ones…that metal dug into my wrists like a bitch." The second rip got rid of the rest of the tape, and Norman made no real effort to make the process less painful than the first time, relishing in a sick sort of satisfaction as Carter grimaced.

Carter studied the sections of his arms that were now all but hairless with a look of twisted amusement before raising his line of vision to meet Norman's. The predatory glint in his eyes made Norman immediately call into question the wisdom behind his lack of empathy in his previous action. The thought had barely been completed as he felt himself be quickly and effectively pinned in to his own bed.

"Well…That answah's my question to if enethin' has changed…" Norman remarked, though he had trouble keeping the humor out of his tone.

"Heh…If you're good, I figured we might take turns…it's just mine now." He finished the statement with a slight thrust forward against his thigh, making Norman realize with a jump he already had an erection again.

Where in the hell does this guy get his stamina?

"So, Norman, still wanna see if I can't pry that fantasy out of you…?"
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