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Author: jasonsnene
Pairing: Oz/Lindsey
Rating: NC17
Warnings: M/M, includes the kink voyeurism from my kink bingo table
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carinas_carinae
snogged, who asked me a long time ago for some Oz/Lindsey. See? I don’t forget when people request things…sometimes it just takes me a really long time to get them done.
Oz knew he was being followed. It annoyed him how often his werewolf senses were underestimated but he shrugged it off as mere stupidity. Whoever this was wasn’t even being particularly subtle.
It was unfortunate for them that’d they’d caught Oz in a mood. He was feeling restless and frustrated and really wasn’t up to dealing with anyone following him around.
Stepping into his favorite
Immediately surrounded, he let himself get into the music, even though he never let his senses waver from the man now sitting at the bar, trying to not be obvious about watching him.
His dancing partner spun Oz around and he was back to chest with the man behind him, feeling the other man’s erection grind into him. Oz decided to put on a show and ground back, lifting an arm to circle the man’s neck and making sure his mark was watching every move.
When hands crept around and slipped low on his hips, dangerously close to groping him, Oz raised his eyes, meeting the stare of the man at the bar for the first time. It was a shame he was being creepy stalker guy, because Oz wouldn’t mind giving him a go in the mood he was in.
Longish brown hair framed the man’s bright blue eyes. His lips were full and as Oz watched, his tongue crept out and wet them. Oz groaned and arched further into the body behind him, letting the man’s hands slide ever so slightly lower.
Even through the crowd, Oz could smell the burst of pheromones from his target. Oh yeah, he was enjoying the show. His partner’s hands crept lower, touching the hard length barely disguised by his jeans.
Oz pushed his hips forward, encouraging the touch and his blue-eyed friend rose from the bar and headed their way. Moments later, Oz was surrounded; his dancing partner continued to stroke and thrust behind him and his mark pressed closely against his front.
Leaning forward, Oz pressed his nose into the neck of his stalker. He breathed in his scent, memorizing for future reference, and let his lips linger over each bit of flesh he touched.
When he reached his ear, Oz whispered, “Name?”
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“Oz.” He added a little lick and nibble to
Oz led them both out the door and he walked quickly down the street to his van. Climbing in the back, he pulled
“I don’t think so.” Oz straddled
“Don’t lie,
“Ahh.” Oz flipped the button on his pants and eased the zipper down until his cock was free. He stroked himself quickly, adding a twist at the end that never failed to give him shivers. “Well, now you know. I’m Oz.”
Oz used his free hand to tear open the buttons on
“Yeah, I like watching. I like doing more.”
“I bet.” Oz continued to thrust and moan, feeling his muscles tighten as his orgasm drew near. “Not this time, though.” Oz let himself go, feeling his release shoot from his cock and watching the streams land on
When he was finished, Oz relaxed with a sigh. He unfastened
Oz smiled and kissed
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You're gonna be the death of me, sweetie. With your knack for hitting my kink buttons, at any rate.
I'm sorry I didn't stumble on this sooner.
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:D
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