“Easy there, kiddo. Don’t damage the goods.”

Aras hadn’t a clue that meeting an investigator on the street would lead him to having sex in under one hour, but here he was, hovering over another man with his ass planted in his face. The former soldier bites his lower lip and smiles to himself when he feels a stubbly face bury itself between his cheeks, letting out a satisfied groan. “You have a way with that mouth of yours.”

He had complained to Peeta all the night before that he was overworked and needed a break. The hospital had been filled with broken bones that needed surgery for over a week and a half and while he felt bad that he couldn’t be around his baker a lot, he also felt grounded that Peeta understood.

He returned home after a long shift, falling onto their bed with a loud huff and immediately falling asleep. Peeta of course was more than willing to just cuddle next to him and let him rest. A few hours later, the surgeon did awaken however to the smiling face of his baker, a sly grin falling upon the doctor’s lips upon feeling wandering fingers reach under the covers to grab his cock. “And what are you doing?” He asks, a blonde brow raising in question.

He bucks his hips, his growing erection sliding in and out of the awaiting palm. “That’s my boy.” Leo whispers huskily, arm wrapping around Peeta tightly. “You missed this cock, didn’t you?”

Leo had no clue how the both of them managed to break the damn sink, but here he was underneath it and doing his goddamn best to sort out the problem. Ever since Grant moved in, the surgeon had admittedly been too preoccupied christening every room with his lover, whilst ignoring every little problem that needed fixing, but he wasn’t a plumber. 

He lets out a long sigh that slowly turned into a husky growl at the feeling of familiar fingers pulling the waistband of his sweatpants down and grabbing onto his hardening length. “ He peers out from under the sink cheekily, licking his lips at the sight of his favorite person in the world. “What? Could you feel my frustration and felt the need to make me feel better?” He glances down as Grant began to stroke him off, letting a low moan vibrate from his lungs. “I’ll call the plumber after I fix your plumbing.” A terrible joke, but he couldn’t care less, he was about to get laid… again.

Leo was a surgeon, a doctor, he didn’t believe in anything outside of science-- so when he met the man who claimed to have magical abilities, and let alone showed them off in order to save him, he was admittedly shocked. It wasn’t much of a thanks but he did offer John Constantine a drink back at his place.

Perhaps it was the alcohol or the rush of seeing an actual living demon, but skilled and rough hands began to wander, reaching over next to him to palm at Constantine’s clothed crotch, feeling the growing erection under his fingers. “Rum may be a nice way to thank you, but I can think of an even better one if you’re down.”