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Carlos absolutely loves everything about Cecil. That includes the semi-sentient- possibly entirely sentient, tattoos that roam around his skin. The many eyes help Cecil observe the goings on of the town while doing his work at the radio station, allowing him to see beyond the recording booth, and out into night vale.
“They’re cute” Carlos says trough a grin, trying to kiss one of the eyes before it disappears beneath the covers.
“They’re misbehaving” grumbles Cecil into his pillow. Squinting his eyes at his shoulder, where one of the eyes are shyly peeking out from the sheet at Carlos.
Carlos adjusts his position, crossing his legs and shuffling closer to his boyfriend.
“Are they scared of me?”
Cecil turns his head to look at his perfect boyfriend and can’t help snorting at the genuine worry on his face.
“Masters of us all, no! My Carlos, they adore you. They’re just being childish” Cecil flips onto his back and rucks his shirt up to his armpits. A dozen or so eyes startle and widen as they are exposed. Carlos giggles as they all scramble to hide themselves.
Cecil huffs
“Dammit, I meant for you to get to study them. They have always been shy but I think they might have somewhat of a crush on you, not that I can blame th- …Carlos?”
Carlos is not listening; instead, he stares at Cecil’s chest with a goofy smile on his face.
“Carlos? What are you-” Cecil gasps indignantly and giggles.
“Carlos! Are you staring at my nipples?” face flushing even as he grins, Cecil brings his hands up to cover each nipple.
Carlos startles out of his trance and blushes, he opens his mouth to give some sort of reply but no sound comes out. Eventually he just grins and shrugs his shoulders in a ‘what can you do’ sort of gesture.
“They might need some studying” he murmurs with an eyebrow wriggle.
The scientist reaches forward, wriggling his fingers and smiling lecherously as he swings a leg over Cecil’s hips, pinning him to the bed.
Cecil laughs and shrikes as he’s pinned, trying to buck his boyfriend of without moving his hands.
“Come on sweetheart, let me do some scientific tests” he slurs the word scientific and places both hands on Cecil’s trying to pry them away from his prize. Cecil giggles and averts his eyes demurely from the man sitting on top of him.
“But mister scientist, they are so sensitive. You might make me…” he stops, and bites his lip, glancing back at Carlos to see if it has the desired effect. He has to supress a snort when he sees his boyfriend leaning forward eagerly, more or less panting like a dog at his little show.
Carlos nearly gives up on their game and dives under the covers when his gorgeous boyfriend does his ‘shy boy’ routine.
It had been only a few weeks into their relationship when Cecil had insisted on knowing all of Carlos's various kinks and bedroom preferences.
“How else am I going to please you?” he’d said, with such complete sinserity that Carlos had no choice but to stutter out some choice secret bedroom fantasies.
One of which, had been the shy lover. This one Cecil had jumped on, simultaneously pulling of the perfect fantasy and teasing Carlos for his preference all at once. He’d said that it suited them perfectly, since Cecil liked to tease, and loved the feeling of being wanted. Especially by his perfect scientist.
Carlos wriggles around a bit and is satisfied to feel an answering hardness straining Cecil’s boxers. He rubs his backside lazily against it while he considers his response.
“But honey, don’t you want me to see them?” he leans down to place a chaste kiss on Cecil’s hands, so close he can almost hear the rapid heartbeat underneath his palms. Looking up he sees the pulse racing in Cecil’s throat, and his voice becomes just a bit rougher
“Don’t you like it when I look at you?” he rasps against Cecil’s ear.
Cecil draws in a ragged breath and huffs when Carlos drags a feather light finger down his side.
“I- I don’t know…” he murmurs uncertainty.
“So you wont move your hands?” Carlos asks with his best puppy eyes, placing a kiss on Cecil’s nose and chin. Cecil gulps and shakes his head no.
Unexpectedly, Carlos grins like the cat that caught the canary.
“You promise?”
“Um, yes?” Cecil says with a slightly suspicious squint.
“Good”
Cecil feels a shiver at the predatory glint in the scientist’s eye, and follows his grinning face as he shuffles down his boyfriends wriggling body, until he is sitting on Cecil’s legs. Placing his hands on Cecil’s knees he slowly begins to move them up. Stroking the radio hosts thighs and slipping his fingers under the hem of the boxers. Bunching up the material until his fingertips peek out at the top.
“Sooo, if I do this…” he hooks his finger over the elastic in Cecil’s underwear and starts to pull, little by little.
Cecil feels heat bleed across his face as he realizes what Carlos is doing.
“Oh! Um.. I- I guess I would have no hands to stop you then, would I?” he stutters, watching as Carlos grins and continues to inch the boxers down.
Carlos savours the giddy feeling and elation at having his lovely, gorgeous Cecil play along with his deviance.
“Mmm… It seems only fair” Carlos purrs, considering the hard shape barley hidden by the fabric. Cecil is wriggling, hips already canting up and legs slowly spreading in excitement. Carlos suddenly stops and Cecil twitches.
“Although…” he continues, ignoring the squirming, panting form underneath him. He places a single finger on the wet patch on the boxers and starts circling it softly.
“I suppose we could do a… trade”
Cecil takes a few seconds to gather his brain cells. “A- a trade?”
“Mhm” Carlos intones, trying in vain to hide a smirk “If you don’t want me to… expose you” He says, tugging gently at the underwear, making the material brush roughly against his sensitive tip. Cecil whimpers and feels his cock twitch, making the wet patch grow bigger.
“I guess you could use one of your hands to cover yourself down here?” he says nonchalantly.
Cecil gasps as if Carlos had suggested something truly indecent.
“What will it be sweetheart?” He asks feeling slightly light-headed. He has to swallow a mouthful of saliva before continuing.
“Do you want to show me? Your …sweet …pert little nipples or” he closes his eyes and hesitates, faltering, he bites his lip “Um..”
Cecil takes pity and keeps his amusement in check “Ooor…?” He promotes, only half teasing
The scientist gathers himself and flashes a shaky, but grateful smile at his boyfriend.
“Or, do you want me to see your gorgeous, exited little cock?”
Cecil grins and immediately slipps back into his shy persona “Oh Carlos, I just don’t know! If I move one of my hands then… then I might as well move both, they’re both the same after all.” As he speaks he slowly begins to rub his chest, carefully keeping himself covered. Carlos swallows compulsively.
“But if I move both hands down there…” he pauses for theatrical effect and lets his eyelids get heavy. Carlos leans forward, hanging on every word.
Cecil makes his voice low and breathy “Then I might not be able to stop myself from…”
“Yes?” Carlos breathes desperately.
Cecil does an internal victory dance as Carols chokes on air when he moves his hands out of the way, feeling cool air hit his already hard nipples, he caresses himself all the way down to his cock. He slips his hands under the material and gives himself a good squeeze in reward.
“Touching myself” he whispers shyly.
Carlos seems to have suffered a shutdown of higher brain function so Cecil decides to help.
“You can remove those now”
“Huh?” comes the eloquent response.
“My boxers” he says with a shy little grin. “I’m covering myself” He wraps a hand around his cock and cups his balls with the other, leisurely fondling himself as if to prove a point.
“Oh! R- right” Carlos shakes his head, making his magnificent coif of hair fall into his eyes.
“I’ll j- just…” he scowls, and glares down at the man underneath him. He’s becoming flustered, that is not how the fantasy goes and the 'coy' little shit knows it.
Cecil opens his mouth, presumably to make some smartass comment but is cut off when Carlos grabs his underwear and rips them from his hips.
“OH! Carlos!” Cecil flails, barley remembering to keep one hand covering his cock. “What the-?” he is again cut of as Carlos surges forward and kisses him. They both moan into the kiss, licking and biting. Carlos bites Cecil’s lip and moves to sucking on his earlobe.
“Oh gods Carlos…” Carlos smirks and grazes his teeth against Cecil’s throat. The radio host feels a deep rumble of satisfaction from the chest pressed into his.
“Fuck yeah- Oh Cecil… my god damn stunning, amazing Cecil” Carlos runs his hands along Cecil’s body, stroking his hips and shifting his legs in-between his lovers. Cecil wraps his legs around Carlos hips and buries his hands in that beautiful hair.
Carlos reaches up and intertwines their fingers, bringing their hands to rest besides Cecil’s head on the pillow. Pressing down he covers his lover from head to toe with his body and ruts into him while deepening the kiss.
“Cecil..”
“Hmm?...”
“Guess what?”
It’s only the giddy quality to Carlos voice that makes Cecil stop kissing his scientist long enough to look him in the eye.
“What?”
Carlos grins and squeezes Cecil’s hands where they are still clasped together.
“I made you move your hands!” He’s grin turns lecherous and he places a chaste kiss on the tip of Cecil’s nose before sitting up.
“Gah!” Cecil squirms and giggles as he realizes his predicament. Carlos had placed himself between his legs, spreading them wide. And while his hands are incapacitated Cecil is left very much… exposed.
“Don’t giggle!” Carlos exclaims indignantly “You’re supposed to be embarrassed!” he wines. But even so he is grinning down at the radio host.
“Oh gods! Sorry darling!” Cecil forces out trough his giggles “I just forget what a pervert you are” he teases.
Carlos glares reproachfully and mumbles mostly to himself “I’m not a perv”
“No, you’re just a bit of a voyeur” Cecil says fondly. “Sooo… see anything you like?”
Carlos smiles indulgently and leans forward again to place a kiss on those smug lips.
“I do.” He whispers into Cecil’s ear. “I see the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on” He places another kiss on Cecil’s lips.
“I see a man who makes me happier than I ever thought possible” kiss “someone who makes me think of the future” kiss “a shared future” Cecil moans and leans into the next kiss, dragging it out.
Carlos nuzzles into the nape of Cecil’s neck and inhales “I see someone that makes me better, makes me want to be better, just by being with me” he moves his head down Cecil’s chest and smirks.
“Even when he stands in the way of scientific discovery” he flicks his tongue over Cecil’s nipple and treasures the huff he gets in response. “I see… a very attractive man, naked and at my mercy”
“Carlos…”
Carlos lest go of his hands and sits up, pulling his own shirt over his head. Cecil smiles and brings his hands down his body. Circling a nipple with one hand and gently touching the head of his cock with the other.
“Hurry babe, I want you closer” He bites his lip and lets his eyes track Carlos’s hands to his waistband, but nothing happens, and he look back up at his boyfriend.
“Carlos?”
“Um, Cecil, they’re watching me”
“Huh?” Cecil follows Carlos’s gaze to his own hip, where some of his eyes have made a reappearance. Cecil snorts.
“Not so shy now are you?” he grumbles. “Don’t mind them dear Carlos, it’s not like they haven’t seen it before”
“Right…” Carlos glances back at the, many more now, eyes covering Cecil’s abdomen.
“Hah, I’m just not used to having an audience” He chuckles awkwardly but with some finality. But still nothing happens.
Cecil raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend. Kneeling over him, clutching his waistband for dear life.
He giggles. “Carlos you’re being ridiculous. The secret police watch our every move, the faceless old woman could be watching right now, YOU” he pokes Carlos in the chest “Are a voyeur and you can’t take your boxers of in front of my tattoos?” Cecil ends his little rant with an incredulous eyebrow raised in Carlos direction.
“Ok, first of all, you’re not helping.” Carlos grabs his shirt and pulls it back over his head “And it’s one thing to know you’re being watched and another to see somon- something, watching you!” He moves to sit on the side of the bed.
Cecil turns lazily on the bed and makes a point of stretching in all his naked glory.
“Lets just turn of the lights ok?” Carlos gets up.
“Why?” Cecil asks with a small smirk.
“Um, so… you know”
“Not that. Why is it different? My tattoos have seen you naked as many times as me. And they obviously like what they see” The eyes crinkle and seem to suddenly find a very interesting freckle to study on Cecil’s stomach. Cecil holds out a hand and beckons Carlos back to bed.
“Well, they always hid from me” Even Carlos can hear how petulant he sounds.
“Come here babe, let us see you. I promise it’ll be good”
Carlos still looks hesitant but relents and crawls back into bed. He does however, pull the covers back over them much to Cecil’s amusement.
Carlos rolls his eyes “Don’t worry, I know your tattoos can still see me.. The secret police and faceless old woman on the other hand…”
“The secret police might not care so much but the faceless old woman has really taken a shine to you Carlos!” As if on cue there is a crash from the living room.
“Aw, that’ll be my ficus lamp” Cecil grumbles.
Carlos chuckles “I’m not sure if I should be scandalised or flattered”
“At least the secret police are okay with being deprived of your fine form” Cecil slurs playfully. There is the quick tap of a small rock hitting the window. Cecil and Carlos stare at each other under the cover for a few seconds before bursting into giggles.
Cecil throws an arm out of the covers, uncovering his head and sits up on his elbow. “SORRY!... BUT HE’LL SHOWER IN THE MORNING!” Cecil shouts at the window.
“What? What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well the cameras in the bathroom cover everything from the knees up” Cecil says like it’s a given.
“… I’m going to choose to believe you’re joking”
Cecil pulls the cover back over them and the scientist closer, placeing a kiss on his forehead.
“So? Are any of us going to se you naked tonight?”
Carlos smirks and wriggles around a bit under the covers. He leans back far enough to see the tattoos milling about on Cecil’s body. He catches the eye of one and winks. For once, perhaps feeling braver under the covers, the eye doesn’t skitter of to hide, but winks back.
“I know how you feel” the scientist murmurs. He lets Cecil pull his shirt over his head and waits patiently while Cecil pats down his hair. They get slightly distracted with kissing and Carlos makes it his mission to bring them both back to full hardness by applying such scientific techniques like friction and heat.
“No more stalling my dear, I can practically feel them buzzing in anticipation” Cecil scolds.
Carlos chuckles and leans back again. He look down at the eyes and considers. Slowly he reaches down and cups himself trough his boxers.
“You want to see this?”
The tattoos fumble around, glancing left and right to try and figure out who had been spoken to.
Cecil giggles and slaps Carlos on the chest. “You really like to fluster don’t you? Stop teasing them”
Carlos grins and steals another kiss before continuing. He starts to rub himself trough his underwear. Sharing heavy breaths with Cecil as they both look down on the spellbound tattoos.
“They really are voyeurs aren’t they?”
“Just like you” Cecil places a fond kiss on Carlos’s nose. “Now hurry up”
“So impatient” But he does move his hand underneath his boxers and lets the head of his cock poke out. Cecil moans in appreciation. Carlos starts to slowly stroke himself, letting Cecil pull his boxers the rest of the way down.
“Touch yourself?” Carlos pants into Cecil’s mouth. Cecil leans in and deepens the kiss while taking hold of himself. Carlos can’t help chuckling when he notices the eyes leaping left and right to see past Cecil’s own cock. The radio host glances down, and groans in embarrassment when he sees the way his tattoos are behaving.
“Jeez guys. Be cool” But he ends up chuckling too. Cecil uses one hand to cover the eyes on his abdomen and giggles when it causes them to race around in panic trying to get a good view again.
Some of them end up on Cecil’s face and Carlos takes to kissing each that comes within range.
Carlos ends up on top again, pinning Cecil to the bed with his body, rutting desperately against his boyfriend, Carlos plants both hands on Cecil’s backside and tries to get purchase to fuck harder.
“Un…un…oh gods Carlos”
“Cecil… oh Cecil, talk, please let me hear you”
“Oh… oh.. ohh.. Carlos It feel so good… feel you all over me… feel you getting of … and… and seeing you… seeing y-you!”
“You like watching me?” Carlos says with some surprise, rhythm faltering for a second, before he starts up again. Chests covered in sweat and bodies flushed with approaching orgasm.
“Yes! Yeesss!” Cecil almost shouts, nearly breathless, he lets out a laugh.
“I guess we’re all voyeurs here”