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@kurjaks at some point asked:

43. for  a  cautious  starter . / @ sobieski and tbh? it can really go either way [re: whoever is cautious or maybe they Both are?] but i just think this is a spicy one.. 💋

Over the last three visits, the pair of them had done far too much for either of them to be shy at that point. They had done just about everything aside from sleep together at that point — Sobieski did not mind that it never went 'all the way', either. Perfectly content with messily making out and wandering hands, curious and testing for what sort of reactions that he would get. He was happy with whatever Kurjak gave him and allowed him to take.

But there was something about gently pushing further. The gentle goading to move things along. It was not quite a sense of shyness creeping up the back of his neck. His actions a bit cautious, maybe, as he watched Kurjak to see his reactions to each touch. "Is this okay?" Well. It didn't hurt to ask, his fingers dipping below the borrowed pair of sweatpants that sat low on Kurjak's hips.

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They were both exhausted. Hell, the whole team had to be, run ragged for... Noel didn't even know how long, at this point. Too fecking long. There weren't enough seats for everyone, and Noel was late to sit, which left him the floor. Fine enough. What he wasn't expecting, however, was a hundred plus kilos of Sobieski to lean into him and effectively bowl him over. A snicker sounded from somewhere else in the room, but Noel didn't see who from, half-flattened under the wolf's weight as he was. "Ge'off." He absolutely didn't whine. Not even a little. Maybe a little. "I'm not your pillo

It was not until they were at the exfil that the exhaustion had fully sunk in. Digging its claws deep, into his bones and making him feel like a dead man walking.

There was no thought behind the way that he had sat down on the floor beside Noel and effectively flopped over against him. Not unlike a rather dramatic large breed of dog flopping down for a nap after a game of fetch — The deep exhale of breath that came afterwards only added to that fact. Given the size of him, it would be close to impossible to shove him off at the moment but he was still present enough to not lay all of his weight on Noel. Just most of it.

A low rumble of a noise came from the back of his throat at the whining sound of the other's voice. "'M not on you." An absolute liar.

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a pause and then BITES. @kurjaks

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@miidnighters ; baby's first sc.

Obnoxious portion sizes was a normal thing to Sobieski whenever he made food. It was always better to have leftovers than to not have enough, right? And the wolf was never shy about sharing food with people either.

"Want some?" A decently sized tupperware filled with pasta was held out to the other. Corner of his lips quirked upward into a friendly grin before head tilted in question. "You can freeze it or something. Just heat it up when you don't wanna make something else."

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The wolf had been keeping track of the other for the last couple of minutes — Listening to him rustle around a couple feet away and only straightening when the other was actively moving away. He was quick to catch Kurjak's chin between his thumb and forefinger. Gently nudging it up so their eyes met as a smile curled at his lips. "Are you going to be good for me, darlin'?" He was playing dirty to get Kurjak to behave, apparently. / @kurjaks for funsies <3

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@fangmother ; baby's first sc

As soon as it had caught his attention, Sobieski found himself unable to look away from it. He was almost too confused, or maybe shocked, to be able to react any other way. "Are you... Drinking that through a straw?" It was something that he would try, though, if he thought that he could actually get away with it.

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"So, you're finally awake." (Ghost for your choice of muse)

"Jesus fuck-"

Some ominous fucker in a skull mask hovering in his peripheral as he woke up from... Well. Whatever had knocked him out. It was not the best thing for his barely coherent mind to decipher. (He probably wouldn't have even noticed Ghost if he hadn't spoken up when he did). Maybe Sobieski would have thought that it was a manifestation of Death itself if he were more, or even less, of a religious person.

The throbbing in his head did nothing to soothe the unease that rose within it.

"I gotta be dead with the fuckin' Grim Reaper hovering over me."

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The reaction to his words only seemed to feed into the wolf's amusement. There seemed to be an energy radiating from him that could only be described as a dog wanting to wag its tail, amused or excited, but also trying to seem as calm as possible. "What? You have to tell me more after saying something like that." They both knew that they would probably be talking about other stupid and-or weird shit from their lives growing up or before the military. Whenever the next time they were able to drink together happened.

"Ya sure? You sounded especially interested." Just like Sobieski sounded amused, almost gleeful, at every reaction that he got out of the Irishman. That had to be largely why he was would not let the conversation drop like it probably should have been at the first bought of laughter about werewolf sex ed. But neither had claimed to be particularly wise while drinking, had they? "Maybe grandma was onto something."

Sobieski seemed particularly delighted as soon as he watched the way the sergeant instantly regretted his words. "It's a normal werewolf thing, dude. If we're talking about human partners? Some of them are especially freaky."

"Shut yer bake. Never tellin' you shite again." Despite the complaining and waving Sobieski off, it's not like Singh really means it. Well, maybe a little. He'll mind his words a bit more until he forgets again, and the cycle will start anew.

"No." Maybe a little. He was at least a little curious. "I don't need to know tha' about you. Clarty feck. 's worse than getting confirmation tha' yer boss fucks." Singh's funny that way. Not much for sharing (sober, at least) and even less of one for picking up information not intended to be common knowledge. And yet, he finds himself so regularly with more than he ever wanted to know.

"Christ alive, how'd you even find somebody interested in that?" His face immediately twists with regret to have voiced the question aloud. "No, wait, don't tell me, I don't wanna know."

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TAG DROP: tv show muses

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“What sized croc are we talking about?” Tone sounds distracted as attention remains on the show of the hour. “A big guy like that?” A small jerk of his head toward the screen, “probably not. Might startle ‘em a bit… Or piss ‘em off.”

"Do you think a small calibre round would even do anything to a crocodile?" Oliver's asking the real questions prompted by what's on the television.

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There was an amused little thrill that came knowingly annoying Singh at any chance that he could get. A trait that, apparently, carried over into his more canine form.

Despite the wariness and side eyes being thrown there way, Sobieski had no problem with indulging in the more canine instincts when they came up. If that so happened to include scenting other people and having virtually no concept of personal space? (Which, due to his size, led to them being knocked around?) So be it. It was the price to pay for having a super-powered weapon on the team.

All the humans were probably just happy that it was Singh taking the brunt of the wolf's focus than anything else.

Sobieski ducked his head in an attempt to evade the gentle push of Noel's hand. Instead, trying to nudge underneath it to get back at the Irishman's face and neck. Mercifully, he did not try to lick into Noel's mouth in greeting like he might have otherwise. Yet.

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"I'm never seeing you in again, you ass."

It would be marginally less embarrassing if this truly were a large, excited dog. Instead, everyone here knows this is a grown-ass man in wolven form who barreled him over and is giving him a thorough investigating. Is this worse than if he was getting his ass handed to him here? It might be.

"Oh, Christ, your nose is wet," Singh complains, loudly and with feeling, as he tries to get his hands properly between himself and snout to push Sobieski away. "If you lick me I'll kill you, I swear t' god, Sobieski, don't ye feckin' dare-"

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"And go about my day with the knowledge that your grandma gave you a werewolf sex talk burning a hole in my brain? No fucking way." He was far too invested now to let the topic drop. Whether that was from genuine curiosity or because he found amusement in embarrassing Noel like that was up for debate. It was probably because of both, anyways. "Never said that I was polite, either."

Maybe he would have dropped it if he had more sense of shame than he did.

Sobieski's eyebrows perked upward toward his hairline before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yeah? Want to try and figure out if grandma knew what she was talking about?" It was not an outright confirmation but it was close enough.

"Y'can if the someone has manners." Noel was definitely doing some manly sulking, and not pouting. "Or ye could like- Aw, gee, Stitch, that's different from what I'm used to. Is that traditional in your family?" He affected a slightly higher register to offset his example questions from the rest of his grousing. "Ye know, like a polite person."

Noel was just put out to have felt like he'd walked himself into make a fool of himself.

"Wh- hang on." Drunk brain. Slow processing. He was getting there. "Y'asked that like you have." Whether he was asking about thinking about sex in the wolf form or actually doing it was Sobieski's guess.

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The question had been thrown out without a thought but it was still far more genuine than it should have been. Curiousity getting the better of Sobieski as his focus zeroed in on the other man and his whole reaction to it. If the wolf had not been grinning before, he definitely was after seeing Noel spluttering out an answer. "Who knows? You might be able to use what you learned, anyways." He could have just said that Noel could pass the knowledge along to be safe.

"Just trying to partake in a conversation that you started." The idea of changing the topic of conversation had never crossed his mind, either. He definitely wasn't going to try and change it now. "You can't tell someone that your grandma gave you a sex talk without there being questions."

Noel ended up spluttering over his words in an attempt to both answer and backpedal all at once. There wasn't, he felt, a good answer here. "I'm just saying I didn't need to be told explicitly about how safe sex practices ought to carry over to wolf stuff." No, that felt like he'd fumbled the answer anyway.

"Feck you, y'cheeky shite," Noel grumbled. "No way you're not more sober than me. Just plain rude, interro-" Int... Inter.... Nope. Brain-to-mouth wasn't doing that one. "Yer askin' a lot o' questions."

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Well. Noel had him there. The wolf found himself taking a long drag of his beer to keep his drunk mind from blurting out anything too personal — Like the fact that he had most definitely tried some sex things with past partners while he was a wolf. He, unlike Noel, apparently, had simply had to figure things out as he went along. But it turned out fine and pleasurable. A win-win or something.

"Well, yeah, your nan made sure of that." Amusement was quick to warm through his voice as a grin curled at his lips. The latter half of the comment stuck out to him, of course, as his head tilted to the side. "You don't think you'd tried to indulge if you were able to?"

"Oh, come on, y'act like you've never even thought about it." Admittedly, Noel hasn't really thought about it. But he also can't shift forms. Drunk like this, he can't say he wouldn't have had the thought at least once, were shifting an option. He'd been a born teenager once, after all.

He rises to the bait. "I know about safe sex!" Thankyouverymuch. "Didn't end up needin' the extra bits." The shifter bits, he means. "Not, mind, that I'd've needed it if I could." Shift.

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A couple more little, quiet snickers sounded from around the room but Sobieski did not even try to lift his head to look. Both too exhausted to move more than he needed to and too comfortable with his newfound spot against Noel. The only response to the Irishman's comment was a soft rumble from the back of his throat. A noise that would have fit him more if he were more of a wolf than a man in that moment.

His expression scrunched up in mild annoyance at the sergeant's weight shifting and the lightest smack against his forehead. "I dunno. Maybe?" It made sense that wolves ran a bit warmer than most. Their previous exertion doing nothing to help and, honestly, it was a mystery how Sobieski himself was comfortable enough to be leaning against Noel as he was.

"'F yer tellin' me you weigh substantially more than this, I'm havin' them test you for lead." Heavy bastard. Sobieski was a little too warm, with them all still so fresh off exertion, but Noel didn't even try to pull away. It'd be pointless, anyway, he figured.

... "'re you always this warm?" Since they were there anyway. He pulled a glove off with his teeth. The reach definitely not half-a-flail, thank you very much of freshly-bared hand toward Sobieski's forehead landed him a little more of the wolf's bulk. Squishing. Him.