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Title: Laundry Day
Author: Carmexgirl
Rating: NC-17 for filthy, dirty laundry. Oh and sex
Summary: Matt's let the laundry pile up. Again. PWP for tiptoe39's Domestic! porn challenge.
Mohinder opened the door to the laundry room. Or at least tried to. There was something large, stubborn and uncannily Matt-like holding the other side of the door, preventing him from entering. “Hold up…..wait a minute” endless shuffling noises, as though Matt was trying to kick something away with his foot whilst simultaneously holding the door. Mohinder spotted the weakness as the door moved slightly, and played the advantage. With one almighty heave, he burst through it. A rather sheepish looking Matt was on the other side, surrounded by mounds and mounds of dirty washing.
“Matt! What the hell is this??” He stared at the piles upon piles of washing, all of it Matt’s, with a bit of Molly’s and Mohinder’s thrown in for good measure.
“Er…… laundry time?” Matt tried to pull himself out of his embarrassment. He was in big trouble, and he knew it.
“Laundry! This isn’t laundry, unless it’s the laundry for the Plaza! How could you have let it get this…bad!” He eyed the piles of dirty laundry - soiled shirts, socks, boxers… oh my god was that a pair of his sweatpants? He hadn’t been jogging for months. He should have been disgusted, and was trying really hard to be the sensible, practical, indignant one. It wasn’t working, because he kept grinning as he tried desperately to admonish Matt. Desire built in his stomach, making his cock twitch and harden at the very thought of doing unspeakable things in amongst the filth.
“Mohinder I have some free time, I’m trying to do a bit of laundry to help us out, and maybe because I don’t actually have any pants left to wear, and you’re disturbing me with your ‘oh my god what the hell is this’ routine.” Even Mohinder had to admit, Matt had made a passable impression of him. “It’s covered; I’m doing it, ok? Now you can stand there with your mouth hanging open, or you can help me do this and it can be done in half the time.” He grinned at Mohinder, and saw a small flash in his eyes, which meant he was up to something.
“Ok, I’ll help,” he said, but there was something in his face that told Matt he had had an idea, the sort of idea which usually meant they ended up naked and horizontal, or vertical, or perpendicular for that matter. “Just two conditions though.”
“Name them.”
“One, you never, ever let it get this bad again.”
“Agreed.” Matt smiled. He totally would.
“And two,” he looked at him with a hint of desire in his eyes, and his voice betrayed a very sexy growl, “you do whatever I want for the rest of the day.”
“What ever you want huh?” Matt smiled back, desire apparent in his eyes as well. “Does that involve nudity, cos I, er, don’t have many clothes left, and I don’t want the ones I do have to get soiled.” He felt himself getting hard at the very thought of this.
Mohinder was on him in a flash, cupping his erection though his jeans. He pressed his lips close to his ear, and whispered, “Oh there will be soiling. And screaming, and moaning, and begging for more.”
“Oh god” moaned Matt.
“And I assure you. You will never want to wear clothes again.”
That was it. Screw the laundry, it could wait. He grasped Mohinder’s head and pulled him in to a deep, passionate kiss. Mohinder groaned into his mouth, and set about trying to taste as much of Matt as possible. They broke when the need to breathe outweighed the need to taste each other, and Mohinder used all of his strength to push Matt onto a pile of once-white linen.
Towels, socks, shirts and everything in between went flying around the room as they writhed against each other. Mohinder reached under Matt’s tee shirt to pinch at his nipples, before pulling it up and over his head, before consigning it to the rest of the pile. Matt in turn unbuttoned Mohinder’s shirt, and lost himself in licking and biting his hard nipples, making Mohinder whimper. Mohinder was desperately working the buttons of Matt’s fly, undoing each one before plunging his hand in to grip Matt’s hardness. Matt groaned in reply as he felt Mohinder’s warm hands grip his cock, teasing and playing with it. He undid Mohinder’s zipper, and slowly released him out of his pants, staring at his throbbing cock and wanting him utterly. They both eased themselves out of their remaining clothes, before coming together in a hard, insistent kiss.
Their cocks touched, and Mohinder gasped at the sensation of him rubbing against Matt, feeling his warmth and riding the friction. Matt reached down and grasped both their cock in his hand, pumping slowly and making Mohinder moan and shudder.
Mohinder grasped blindly around and found the pants he had been wearing. He reached into the pocket, pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube and placed them on the floor. Matt sat up slightly and laughed, “I knew it! You planned this all along, didn’t you?”
“I realised when I was down to my last paisley shirt. I knew you’d try to sneak off and do it all on the quiet. It was just a question of waiting.”
“Mohinder Suresh, you are nothing but a dirty pervert.”
Mohinder just smiled at him.
“And I love it.”
With that, Mohinder leant him to kiss him hard again, laughing at the same time. He wanted to taste every inch of Matt’s tongue, teeth and throat. Matt fingered and pulled at his nipples, making him groan and hiss into his mouth. Mohinder pushed him down again, and set about tracing a long, slow path down his neck, stopping to lick and nip at each nipple, before reaching his stomach and tonguing his belly button. He slowly kissed Matt’s inner thigh, making him groan and shift position.
Finally, after what seemed to Matt like an hour of blissful pleasure, Mohinder curled his lips over his teeth, then took Matt’s throbbing tip inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the top, making Matt moan and buck sharply. As he sucked, he flicked his tongue back and across the slit, sending shooting sensations of bliss up Matt’s spine. He bit down hard his tongue for fear of crying out.
He pressed two fingers against the area just below his balls, massaging them lightly, before moving down the shaft to take them in his mouth, licking first, and then gently nibbling. This made Matt cry out with sheer pleasure and want. “Oh holy fuck Mohinder, you’re soo good.”
Mohinder made little groans of pleasure as he moved up and once more circled the tip, before taking Matt fully in his mouth. Matt stroked Mohinder’s hair, resisting the urge to grab it and desperately start fucking his mouth. Mohinder teased and sucked until Matt was on the very edge of ecstasy.
“Mohinder” Mat gasped, “I’m… gonna….. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop. Oh Jesus fuck!”
Mohinder looked up at him, and slowly pulled his mouth away. He ran a finger lightly over the tip, picking up some precum, before sucking it off the top of his finger. He licked his lips, and gave Matt a look which nearly had him coming there and then. Matt instantly pulled him up into a hard, deep kiss, reaching down for Mohinder’s erection and teasing him, making him moan and writhe with pleasure.
He travelled down his neck with little, insistent kisses. He kissed and sucked at Mohinder’s hard, tight, nipples, nibbling them and making Mohinder groan again. He could never get enough of that sound. He moved back up to his neck, sucking on that particular spot which made Mohinder gasp loudly, and leaving a welt which marked his territory. This gorgeous, hot man who was currently moaning and bucking into him, was his.
Mohinder traced his fingers around the back of Matt’s body, before inching down to his backside and stopping at the opening. He then opened the bottle of lube, and coated his fingers in the silky liquid. He circled Matt’s entrance once, twice, three times until he heard Matt moan and look at him with pleading eyes. He slowly eased one finger inside, circling and feeling the tight hotness. Matt loosened, and he added another finger, teasing his prostrate and making him see stars.
“Oh god Mohinder, I want you inside, so badly. Fuck me.”
“Not yet. I want you to beg.” Mohinder’s eyes were wild with intense desire.
Mohinder slowly pulled his fingers out, making Matt hiss at the loss. He pulled Matt’s legs up to wrap around him, and teased the opening with his erection. Rubbing himself with the lube from his fingers, he entered Matt, slipping the tip of his cock in and out of him slowly - teasing him to the point where he couldn’t think straight.
“Mohinder please, I need you.”
Still slowly in and out, still teasing him to the brink of madness.
“Mohinder, I want all of you, now. Fuck me. Please.”
That was it. Mohinder pushed himself inside Matt, groaning at the friction. Matt pushed hard against Mohinder’s cock, riding with him while Mohinder grasped his throbbing erection and pumped, slowly at first, before gradually building momentum. They both moaned and gasped in sync with each other. Mohinder could feel his orgasm growing, and gripped on to Matt’s hips, pumping faster and faster. Matt was pushing against him wildly, indicating that he too was close to completion, and wanted more. Mohinder threw his head back and started crying out “Oh Matt, oh Matt, oh Matt!” as his orgasm hit him like a steam train - legs buckling and shaking. Matt came soon after, with a single yell of “Fuuuucccckkkk!” twisting and bucking as he rode his orgasm through, head disappearing into the mound of dirty linen.
After a few minutes, when the shaking stopped and coherent thoughts returned, they both lay there, clinging to each other, smiling and panting heavily. Mohinder was the first to speak, “Oh…my…god,” he said, shakily, “that was….. fantastic. How do you do it? How do you still manage to turn me into a raging sex lunatic?” He sighed and leaned in to kiss Matt tenderly on the lips.
Matt laughed. “Good job we didn’t to the washing beforehand” he grinned, as he groped around for a random piece of clothing, and gently started to clean them both up. “So now I know you have a fetish for dirt, how about we tackle the bathroom?”
“The bathroom isn’t dirty.” Mohinder said, slightly bemused. “I cleaned it this morning. It’s spotless.”
“I’m sure we could fix that.”
Mohinder smiled at him, “Sounds like an excellent idea.”
fin
Author: Carmexgirl
Rating: NC-17 for filthy, dirty laundry. Oh and sex
Summary: Matt's let the laundry pile up. Again. PWP for tiptoe39's Domestic! porn challenge.
Mohinder opened the door to the laundry room. Or at least tried to. There was something large, stubborn and uncannily Matt-like holding the other side of the door, preventing him from entering. “Hold up…..wait a minute” endless shuffling noises, as though Matt was trying to kick something away with his foot whilst simultaneously holding the door. Mohinder spotted the weakness as the door moved slightly, and played the advantage. With one almighty heave, he burst through it. A rather sheepish looking Matt was on the other side, surrounded by mounds and mounds of dirty washing.
“Matt! What the hell is this??” He stared at the piles upon piles of washing, all of it Matt’s, with a bit of Molly’s and Mohinder’s thrown in for good measure.
“Er…… laundry time?” Matt tried to pull himself out of his embarrassment. He was in big trouble, and he knew it.
“Laundry! This isn’t laundry, unless it’s the laundry for the Plaza! How could you have let it get this…bad!” He eyed the piles of dirty laundry - soiled shirts, socks, boxers… oh my god was that a pair of his sweatpants? He hadn’t been jogging for months. He should have been disgusted, and was trying really hard to be the sensible, practical, indignant one. It wasn’t working, because he kept grinning as he tried desperately to admonish Matt. Desire built in his stomach, making his cock twitch and harden at the very thought of doing unspeakable things in amongst the filth.
“Mohinder I have some free time, I’m trying to do a bit of laundry to help us out, and maybe because I don’t actually have any pants left to wear, and you’re disturbing me with your ‘oh my god what the hell is this’ routine.” Even Mohinder had to admit, Matt had made a passable impression of him. “It’s covered; I’m doing it, ok? Now you can stand there with your mouth hanging open, or you can help me do this and it can be done in half the time.” He grinned at Mohinder, and saw a small flash in his eyes, which meant he was up to something.
“Ok, I’ll help,” he said, but there was something in his face that told Matt he had had an idea, the sort of idea which usually meant they ended up naked and horizontal, or vertical, or perpendicular for that matter. “Just two conditions though.”
“Name them.”
“One, you never, ever let it get this bad again.”
“Agreed.” Matt smiled. He totally would.
“And two,” he looked at him with a hint of desire in his eyes, and his voice betrayed a very sexy growl, “you do whatever I want for the rest of the day.”
“What ever you want huh?” Matt smiled back, desire apparent in his eyes as well. “Does that involve nudity, cos I, er, don’t have many clothes left, and I don’t want the ones I do have to get soiled.” He felt himself getting hard at the very thought of this.
Mohinder was on him in a flash, cupping his erection though his jeans. He pressed his lips close to his ear, and whispered, “Oh there will be soiling. And screaming, and moaning, and begging for more.”
“Oh god” moaned Matt.
“And I assure you. You will never want to wear clothes again.”
That was it. Screw the laundry, it could wait. He grasped Mohinder’s head and pulled him in to a deep, passionate kiss. Mohinder groaned into his mouth, and set about trying to taste as much of Matt as possible. They broke when the need to breathe outweighed the need to taste each other, and Mohinder used all of his strength to push Matt onto a pile of once-white linen.
Towels, socks, shirts and everything in between went flying around the room as they writhed against each other. Mohinder reached under Matt’s tee shirt to pinch at his nipples, before pulling it up and over his head, before consigning it to the rest of the pile. Matt in turn unbuttoned Mohinder’s shirt, and lost himself in licking and biting his hard nipples, making Mohinder whimper. Mohinder was desperately working the buttons of Matt’s fly, undoing each one before plunging his hand in to grip Matt’s hardness. Matt groaned in reply as he felt Mohinder’s warm hands grip his cock, teasing and playing with it. He undid Mohinder’s zipper, and slowly released him out of his pants, staring at his throbbing cock and wanting him utterly. They both eased themselves out of their remaining clothes, before coming together in a hard, insistent kiss.
Their cocks touched, and Mohinder gasped at the sensation of him rubbing against Matt, feeling his warmth and riding the friction. Matt reached down and grasped both their cock in his hand, pumping slowly and making Mohinder moan and shudder.
Mohinder grasped blindly around and found the pants he had been wearing. He reached into the pocket, pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube and placed them on the floor. Matt sat up slightly and laughed, “I knew it! You planned this all along, didn’t you?”
“I realised when I was down to my last paisley shirt. I knew you’d try to sneak off and do it all on the quiet. It was just a question of waiting.”
“Mohinder Suresh, you are nothing but a dirty pervert.”
Mohinder just smiled at him.
“And I love it.”
With that, Mohinder leant him to kiss him hard again, laughing at the same time. He wanted to taste every inch of Matt’s tongue, teeth and throat. Matt fingered and pulled at his nipples, making him groan and hiss into his mouth. Mohinder pushed him down again, and set about tracing a long, slow path down his neck, stopping to lick and nip at each nipple, before reaching his stomach and tonguing his belly button. He slowly kissed Matt’s inner thigh, making him groan and shift position.
Finally, after what seemed to Matt like an hour of blissful pleasure, Mohinder curled his lips over his teeth, then took Matt’s throbbing tip inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the top, making Matt moan and buck sharply. As he sucked, he flicked his tongue back and across the slit, sending shooting sensations of bliss up Matt’s spine. He bit down hard his tongue for fear of crying out.
He pressed two fingers against the area just below his balls, massaging them lightly, before moving down the shaft to take them in his mouth, licking first, and then gently nibbling. This made Matt cry out with sheer pleasure and want. “Oh holy fuck Mohinder, you’re soo good.”
Mohinder made little groans of pleasure as he moved up and once more circled the tip, before taking Matt fully in his mouth. Matt stroked Mohinder’s hair, resisting the urge to grab it and desperately start fucking his mouth. Mohinder teased and sucked until Matt was on the very edge of ecstasy.
“Mohinder” Mat gasped, “I’m… gonna….. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop. Oh Jesus fuck!”
Mohinder looked up at him, and slowly pulled his mouth away. He ran a finger lightly over the tip, picking up some precum, before sucking it off the top of his finger. He licked his lips, and gave Matt a look which nearly had him coming there and then. Matt instantly pulled him up into a hard, deep kiss, reaching down for Mohinder’s erection and teasing him, making him moan and writhe with pleasure.
He travelled down his neck with little, insistent kisses. He kissed and sucked at Mohinder’s hard, tight, nipples, nibbling them and making Mohinder groan again. He could never get enough of that sound. He moved back up to his neck, sucking on that particular spot which made Mohinder gasp loudly, and leaving a welt which marked his territory. This gorgeous, hot man who was currently moaning and bucking into him, was his.
Mohinder traced his fingers around the back of Matt’s body, before inching down to his backside and stopping at the opening. He then opened the bottle of lube, and coated his fingers in the silky liquid. He circled Matt’s entrance once, twice, three times until he heard Matt moan and look at him with pleading eyes. He slowly eased one finger inside, circling and feeling the tight hotness. Matt loosened, and he added another finger, teasing his prostrate and making him see stars.
“Oh god Mohinder, I want you inside, so badly. Fuck me.”
“Not yet. I want you to beg.” Mohinder’s eyes were wild with intense desire.
Mohinder slowly pulled his fingers out, making Matt hiss at the loss. He pulled Matt’s legs up to wrap around him, and teased the opening with his erection. Rubbing himself with the lube from his fingers, he entered Matt, slipping the tip of his cock in and out of him slowly - teasing him to the point where he couldn’t think straight.
“Mohinder please, I need you.”
Still slowly in and out, still teasing him to the brink of madness.
“Mohinder, I want all of you, now. Fuck me. Please.”
That was it. Mohinder pushed himself inside Matt, groaning at the friction. Matt pushed hard against Mohinder’s cock, riding with him while Mohinder grasped his throbbing erection and pumped, slowly at first, before gradually building momentum. They both moaned and gasped in sync with each other. Mohinder could feel his orgasm growing, and gripped on to Matt’s hips, pumping faster and faster. Matt was pushing against him wildly, indicating that he too was close to completion, and wanted more. Mohinder threw his head back and started crying out “Oh Matt, oh Matt, oh Matt!” as his orgasm hit him like a steam train - legs buckling and shaking. Matt came soon after, with a single yell of “Fuuuucccckkkk!” twisting and bucking as he rode his orgasm through, head disappearing into the mound of dirty linen.
After a few minutes, when the shaking stopped and coherent thoughts returned, they both lay there, clinging to each other, smiling and panting heavily. Mohinder was the first to speak, “Oh…my…god,” he said, shakily, “that was….. fantastic. How do you do it? How do you still manage to turn me into a raging sex lunatic?” He sighed and leaned in to kiss Matt tenderly on the lips.
Matt laughed. “Good job we didn’t to the washing beforehand” he grinned, as he groped around for a random piece of clothing, and gently started to clean them both up. “So now I know you have a fetish for dirt, how about we tackle the bathroom?”
“The bathroom isn’t dirty.” Mohinder said, slightly bemused. “I cleaned it this morning. It’s spotless.”
“I’m sure we could fix that.”
Mohinder smiled at him, “Sounds like an excellent idea.”
fin