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the christmas work party

fem!reader x tyler breeze

reader's work Christmas Party doesn't go as she expected it to ...

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warnings: angsty (kinda), dirty talking, smut

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You sit at a table with come co-workers, laughing and chit-chatting. The annual Christmas party that your office usually threw is something you've looked forward to every year, and this year is no different.

They have the best caterer so the food tastes amazing. The free drinks are always a plus too, but you've never drunk much at these events.

The evening goes on pretty much uneventful, until about eleven.

"Excuse me," you say, getting up from the table. "I have to use the ladies' room. I'll be back shortly."

You take your clutch and walk toward the bathrooms. You do your business, even fixing up your makeup and smoothing out your red gown.

There's a dress code at the Christmas party every year. Last year was ugly sweaters or ties. This year, it's formal attire, but it has to be red.

So, you went shopping last week and found the dress you're currently wearing. You found a red satin dress with a slight v-neck. The top of the dress, from the waist up, hugs your body and pushes your breasts up slightly. A sparkly silver belt sits on your waist, adding some extra color and a little sparkle to the dress. The skirt kind of flares out. The best part? The dress has pockets.

As you leave the restroom, you hear a voice in one of the conference rooms. It's your boss yelling and screaming.

"I don't care if it's not done!" he yells. "It's due tomorrow at 9 in the morning. Get it to me or else your ass is gone."

There's a slam then a sigh.

Your boss isn't the nicest person. As a matter of fact, he rarely cares for anyone but himself and this business. He never shows emotion toward his employees, unless it's anger or annoyance. You've seen both. It's not very pretty for someone who's nickname is 'Prince Pretty', but that's usually only about his looks.

Before you can leave the hallway, the door opens and you quickly turn to leave.

"What are you doing here?" you hear come from behind you.

Putting a confident look on your face, you turn toward Tyler Breeze and say, "I was using the restroom, Mr. Breeze."

Tyler walks up to you and asks, "I mean, what are you doing here? At the party. Don't you have files you need to go over before our meeting on Thursday?"

Confused, you say, "I'm not allowed to come out when I have to go over files?"

Your boss says, "Not when this meeting is one of the most important in your entire career. It's important to make sure you have every detail down."

This is the annoyance that Tyler always shows. He's not holding back.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you say, "You doubt my skills if you think that I won't have every detail memorized before the meeting on Thursday. It's still four days away, and I've already gotten through half if not most of the files. I apologize for coming to the office Christmas party, sir. It won't happen again."

You roll your eyes and turn to walk away until Tyler's hand grips your upper arm. He turns you back to him and you find yourself standing extremely close to Tyler Breeze.

"I didn't appreciate the tone that you just had with me, Miss L/N," Tyler says, staring down at you.

Smirking, you say, "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" This sounds very much like a challenge. It'll be surprising if he doesn't fire you right here, right now.

Tyler eyes you up and that's when your heart begins to race in your chest. You're standing very close to him, almost too close. You don't know whether to push him back or let him get out whatever he's feeling.

He gives a laugh and says, "That sounds like a challenge, Y/N. I do like a good challenge." He smirks at you and his tongue swipes across his bottom lip.

The action alone is enough to make your core begin to ache. The ache catches you off guard and you bite your lip. You stare up at Tyler and say, "You would, wouldn't you?"

Before you can react, you're sandwiched between the wall and Tyler's body. You look up at the much taller man.

Tyler says, "I hope no one's told you already how nice you look in that dress."

You've received a compliment or two tonight from some of your close work friends, and that's why you tell Tyler. "A few people have, yes," you say. "Maybe if you weren't hiding out and yelling over the phone then you might've been the first."

It would be a lie if you said that you didn't find Tyler attractive. He's very good looking and you know that's how he gained the nickname Prince Pretty. His personality is a huge turn off though since he's a jerk most of the time.

"I may regret not being the first person to compliment you," Tyler admits.

He's never said anything like that to you before. You've never received a compliment from him before. You're shocked.

You stare up at Tyler and you say, "I've never heard you give a compliment to anyone. Especially not to me. As a matter of fact, you've only talked to me when I've done something wrong so I don't understand what's going on right now, Mr. Breeze."

Tyler looks down at you and he says, "I may be overstepping a boundary when I tell you that I've always found you attractive. The alcohol that I have been drinking has given me some courage to say this to you. I apologize if this comes off as overstepping. If I have acted like a jerk toward you, I also apologize for that."

"You've only acted like a jerk to me since I was hired, and that was seven months ago," you explain. "You really expect me to forgive you just like that, but it won't happen."

He says, "I don't expect it to happen, especially after I do this."

Before you can ask what he means, he leans down and kisses you. You gasp, not expecting him to kiss you. Yet, you kiss him back before you can stop yourself. His hands are on your waist, pushing you harder against the wall before pressing himself against you.

You grasp onto Tyler's jacket, which is a burgundy color with a black collar. He wears burgundy pants and a burgundy tie with a black button-up. You pull him closer to you, well, you pull him as close as you can with your clothes on. You want to be closer to him.

Tyler Breeze may be arrogant and a jerk, but he's an attractive man and it's been a very long time since you've had sex. Maybe having sex with your boss isn't the best idea but it's not your worst idea either.

He pulls away from the kiss since you both need to catch your breath. He's not that bad a kisser, and you wouldn't mind kissing him again.

"I should have asked if that was okay," he says. "I'm sorry."

You lean up and peck his lips before you say, "Stop saying sorry. I don't forgive you for treating me terribly for the past seven months but you can start making it up to me."

Tyler looks down at you and he says, "We better take this to my office then."

You nod and say, "I can agree to that."

He takes your hand and walks off to the elevator. You're on the second floor, and Tyler's office is on the seventh. You'd be far away from everyone and no one would hear you.

Once on the elevator, Tyler's lips are on yours. He undoes his tie but leaves it hanging around his neck. Your hands are in his hair as your lips move roughly against Tyler's.

The elevator ascends to the seventh floor, and the kiss doesn't break until the doors open. You walk down the hallway to Tyler's office. His fingers are intertwined with yours as you hold up your dress with your other hand since he's walking pretty quickly and you're trying to keep up.

Tyler unlocks the door to his office and lets you walk inside. You've never been in here. You've stood at the door but have never been invited in, and for some reason, you think that you'll be invited in more often.

The door locks behind you and you turn to look at Tyler. He pulls off his tie and his suit jacket before walking over to you.

"So what am I allowed to call you?" you ask, curious as Tyler presses you against his desk.

He laughs and says, "Let's start with Tyler tonight. We can work on other nicknames later." Tyler sends you a wink and you can't contain a giggle.

Tyler's fingers hook onto the sleeves on your shoulders and you look down, watching as he pulls the sleeves down.

Your heart pounds in your chest as Tyler presses kisses to your collarbone and neck.

His hands are on your waist for a second before they slide up to your back, and he works on unzipping your dress.

"I hope you have protection," you sigh out as Tyler trails kisses up to your jaw.

Tyler says, "Relax, princess. I have it covered."

He brings your lips to his as he pulls off your dress. The dress pools at your feet, revealing only a pair of lacy red panties underneath.

His hands roam your body as his tongue roams into your mouth.

Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd be standing half naked in front of Tyler Breeze with his tongue in your mouth. Yes you've fantasied about this because he he decently attractive, but you never thought it would happen to you of all people. He's you boss, and this should feel wrong. It doesn't feel wrong at all.

Your fingers work on unbuttoning Tyler's shirt and untucking it from his pants as your tongues battle for dominance. You step out of your dress and kick it somewhere in the dimly lit room. You kick your heels off as you pull Tyler's button up off his body.

Tyler pulls back from the kiss and reaches behind you, knocking things off his desk. You leave kisses to his neck and jaw as he does.

He reaches down and lifts you up by your thighs so you're sitting on his desk. His eyes run up and down your body, his fingers run from your chest, down between your breasts and your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles under his breath. His words make your heart skip a beat and you're overcome with a wave of confidence.

You reach down and start to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off of him. Your eyes are on his as you start to unbutton his pants. You look as you push off his pants.

The room is dimly lit, but you can clearly see a huge bulge in Tyler's boxers, and it makes your core ache.

You lick your bottom lip and look back up at Tyler. "Hope you're liking what you see," he says, a smug smirk on his lips.

Your fingers run down his chest and stomach as you say, "I'd like it even more if I could see what's in the boxers." A smirk forms on your lips.

"Eager, hm?" Tyler teases.

You lean up, your lips inches away from Tyler's as you say, "I'm waiting to see what you've got."

Tyler takes that as a challenge and stands you up, turning you around. He leaves kisses on the back of your neck and he says, "I'll show you everything I've got, princess." You can hear the smirk on his face as he literally rips off your panties.

Before you can say anything, Tyler's cupping your core. You gasp and close your eyes.

It's been so long, two years, since you've last had sex of any kind. It's been so long since you've been touched.

Tyler's fingers rub your clit slowly, teasing you. You bite your lip to hold in a moan as you bend yourself over his desk.

Finally, after an eternity of teasing you, Tyler slips a finger inside of you. He moves it slowly, making you gasp and let out a stifled moan. You grip onto the edge of his desk.

His finger speeds up and he eventually adds a second then a third finger. Moans escape your lips even though you try to conceal them.

Tyler pulls his fingers out before you can come. You whine and pout.

"Patience," is all he says. You hear movement behind you and when you look behind you over your shoulder, you see him stepping out of his boxer shorts and his erect member free.

Your eyes widen at the sight of his length and your jaw drops a bit. You've never seen anyone so big. It turns you on.

He kicks your feet apart and runs his tip through your soaked folds. You moan softly and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling.

"If you need me to stop, tell me," Tyler says. "I'll stop."

You sigh, "I don't want you to stop. I never want you to stop."

Tyler smirks before he quickly grabs a condom from his drawer, leaving the box out on his desk. He opens one of the tiny packages before sliding the contents on himself.

He positions himself at your entrance before he pulls one of your legs up so it rests on his desk, giving him more access to your core.

After a second, he slowly begins to thrust into you. He moves shallowly and slowly. You're biting your lip as you try to contain your moans.

His thrusts speed up every few movements, his length going deeper and deeper inside of you. He keeps a medium pace until he's fully inside you. When you've officially taken all of him, he begins to thrust roughly and quickly into you.

Your moans are loud and you're head is thrown back. No matter what you do, you can't quiet down, especially not after Tyler begins to rub your clit as he thrusts into you. Your knuckles are white from grasping onto the edge of the desk.

Tyler's hands are on your waist as he moves hard into you. Grunts and groans come from him as he thrusts.

That's when it hits you. You're being fucked on your boss' desk, by your boss, and it feels so right. It shouldn't but it does.

You get the urge to kiss Tyler. You push up and hold yourself up with your arms. You look behind you and use one of your hands to pull Tyler into a kiss.

The moans don't stop while your tongue is down Tyler's throat. As a matter of fact, they get louder because he begins to hit your g-spot.

"Oh, God," you moan between kisses. "Oh, Tyler. Don't stop. Please."

A smile of satisfaction spreads on Tyler lips.

You feel a knot form in your stomach and your walls begin to clench around Tyler.

He realizes this and says, "You gonna come for me, princess? Hm?"

Nodding, you almost scream, "Yes, I'm gonna come for you. Let me come."

Tyler says, "Come."

Then you do. More than you ever have before. Tyler releases as you do. You're both gasping for air as you come down from your highs.

You thought the night would end right there, but it didn't.

As a matter of fact, you had sex with Tyler all over his office. On top of his desk, against the wall, on the sofa, on his desk chair, and even against the window. You don't leave the building until the sun has begun to rise.

***

A few weeks pass. You haven't told anyone about the night in Tyler's office. You could be fired if anyone found out. You have been having some fun though. You wear some revealing clothing to work occasionally to tease your boss, which occasionally causes the two of you to have secret sex in Tyler's office.

It's been three weeks since the Christmas Eve party, and you've been called into Tyler's office.

He sits at his desk and he looks dead serious.

"What's going on, Mr. Breeze?" you ask. "Have I done something wrong?"

Sometimes he'll call you into his office for sex, or even just a blowjob or make out session. He looks more relaxed when he does. He looks super serious, and you wonder if you're about to be fired.

Tyler says, "We've been working together very often for the past few week, and a position as my personal assistant as opened up. I figured I'd offer you the job since we've been working together for the past few weeks."

Your eyes widen and you say, "You better not be hiring me as your assistant because we've had sex."

He says, "As much as I've enjoyed the sex, that's not the reason why. You've shown me how skillful you can be and how resourceful you are. Anyone would kill to have you as their assistant. This is a promotion, Y/N. It's up to you if you want to take it. I understand if you wouldn't want to, given our current relationship."

You think about it. Working as Tyler's assistant wouldn't be a terrible thing. He pays his assistants well, almost $30 an hour. You'd get to see him everyday, and there would probably be some other perks.

If anyone found out that you and Tyler have been sleeping together, it might look really bad. It might look like you've fucked your way into this position. Hundreds would kill to be Tyler Breeze's assistant, just for the pay alone.

You stare across the desk at Tyler and say, "Yes, I'll take the job."

He smiles and says, "Welcome to the team. Although you've basically been part of the team for a while."

Glancing back at the door and after seeing it's closed, you get up and walk around his desk. You lean against the desk in front of him and he stares up at you. "As long as you didn't hire me just so I'd be closer to you for sex then I'm happy to be here," you say.

Tyler's eyes are on you and he says, "The sex is just one of your many new job perks." He stands up and presses you against his desk. "I'd also like to take you out, on a real date. How's dinner tonight sound? I'll make the reservation."

You smile and nod, saying, "I'd very much like that."

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i-write-fluff-not-tragedies · 7 years

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Mai Tie Haze

Prompto gets jealous and drunk off something fruity at a winter ball in Tenebrae.

A jealous one shot, for myself

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Prompto sits staring out a fancy window to the snow covered plains of Tenebrae, avoiding glancing at Noctis, who sits a table over. He shouldn’t be so upset, he knows that he’s being irrational, and normally he has a very clear and level head; Unless it came to Chocobos, or photography, or music he really liked, or movies, or books or video games…

Okay, maybe he was overly enthused about pretty much everything. He’s got a lot of feelings, and while he’s not bad at hiding them, he’s not very good at it either.

So, sitting here, watching Noctis smile at Lady Lunafreya in a way that he’s never seen the prince smile at anyone before, it tugged at his heart in an unpleasant, but familiar way. He shouldn’t be jealous of Lady Luna, she and Noctis had been friends long before Prompto was in the picture, but he couldn’t stop it. They sat close, whispering about the other royal people in the room and laughing. She touched his arm, or his hands, leaning in close to talk to him while the people around them came to make introductions or the like. This was a winter ball, before the holidays, to talk of peace in the lands over the winter.

Noctis had invited Prompto here as a friend, not as a guard or anything, like Ignis and Gladio were invited as, but as a +1 to the Prince. He had been ecstatic to go, having dreamed of the ice and snow of the beautiful land for years. He had packed multiple memory cards for his camera, and had filled two before they even reached the city. Lady Luna had greeted them, briefly, when they arrived. She smelled like flowers and moonlight when she hugged him, commenting that maybe she should keep him here to add color to the land.

He had blushed, and then he was whisked away into to a room with an amazing view, right across the hall from Noctis. Prompto had barely seen the Prince since, having woken to find him already having breakfast with Lady Lunafreya, leaving Prompto to dine with Ignis and Gladio. Not that he minded, they were all friends, and Ignis does like keeping an eye on how much the photographer is eating. Prompto has a bad habit of forgetting to do so sometimes.

Then he was talking to Luna’s brother, a hard faced man with white hair, who also seemed lost with Luna hanging out with Noctis. Prompto and him hit it off faster than he expected, and the other even offered to show him the best place to see the sunset if he wanted. He remind Prompto of Cor, slightly, in the way he seemed hard and unreachable, but opened up with a few jokes and smiles. He wore all white too, and Prompto felt more out of place wearing bright colors then he did in the citadel.

Ravus walked him back to his room to get ready, stating he had to do so as well. The outfit that Prompto was to wear was laid out on his bed, now doubt by Ignis, who had also picked the outfit, and paid for it. Prompto offered to cover the cost, but the other male had simply shrugged and smiled. Ignis has a way of saying you can pay him back, but never letting you.

It was a nice outfit, nicer than anything else Prompto owned for sure. While Noctis had to wear all black to represent his kingdom, Prompto didn’t. His shirt is a wine red, untucked from his pants, under an ash grey vest. His suit jacket is black like his pants, with gold buttons, rolled up his arms (Ignis told him not to do that, but he liked how his arms looked so he did it anyway). Matching boots with gold buckles and red soles, a black and gold bracelet that Ignis didn’t ask questions about, but got custom made to match, and gold earrings.

Prompto had felt pretty good, even better when he walked into the room and Noctis looked at him with something like awe. He had thought that Noctis would have seen what he was going to wear, but maybe not. He had been walking to Noctis, smiling, and then Luna walked it.

All white blonde hair, and pale skin clear of any blemishes like freckles, and purulent silk dress hugging her curves. She looked ethereal, gracefully making her way into the room. She smiled, and met Noctis on his way, stopping him. Prompto watched them, watched her really. Lady Luna was perfect, like a painting hand made by one of the gods. Noctis deserve someone like her, not a reject with more secrets then he knew what to do with. Prompto had sat down in a slump, playing with his bracelet.

That had been at least an hour ago.

Ravus had stopped by, talked to him some. He is still close, sitting next to him and talking to other angry looking men in outfits that look more like armor than suits. Prompto chances a glance at Noctis, and finds Lady Lunafreya lending into him, saying something softly in his ear. He blushes, hard, and his eyes find Prompto’s for a mere second before he’s looking away again.

Prompto stands, abruptly.

“Are you okay?” Ravus asks, looking at him.

“Yeah, just, going to get a drink.” Prompto knows he sounds angry, knows that anyone with half a brain could read his face and tell that he was anything but alright. He knows he’s shouldn’t be upset, knows that Noctis certainly isn’t his to be jealous over. He is his friend, and Luna is a beautiful girl, he should be happy for Noctis. Gods he wishes he was happy for Noctis.

“What can I get ya’?” The women at the bar has sharp features, short red hair and clear brown eyes. She’s wearing a bow tie, and smiling politely.

“Something fruity that’ll make me forget why I’m in a bad mood.” He sits at the bar, and she chuckles.

“I’ve got just the thing.”’ She starts mixing things behind the bar, and Prompto puts 50 gil in the tip jar. She hands him a little glass with a yellow and orange liquid, and a slice of pineapple with two cherries. “This is a house special.”

Prompto has half of it gone before she starts talking again.

“So, what’s got you drinking like that?” She smiles, wiping the bar down next to him. He laughs, but it’s forced.

“You ever been in love?” He responds, and she lets out a dry chuckle.

“Once or twice.” She nods. “Is she here?” Her dark eyes scan the room, and he finishes his drink.

“He, and yeah.”

“Oh, where’s he at?” She sets a second drink in front of him, and he smiles.

“He’s the one sat next to Lady Lunafreya, with the dark hair wearing all black.” Her eyes scan the room again, before she looks down at the bar.

“He’s cute. Must be important too, sitting where he is.” He laughs, more genuinely this time. His head is starting to feel fuzzy around the edges, and he leans back in his seat.

“That he is.” He takes another sip from his glass. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?”

“Kore.” She responds.

“I’m Prompto.” He sticks out a hand, and she shakes it. “So, you heard any good gossip tonight?” He asks, leaning on the bar and watching her as she laughs.

“Honey I’m a bartender, all I ever hear is gossip.” She responds.

And so they start talking, about the councilman from Insomnia cheating with a girl from Niflheim, and about Revus supposedly being seen with a pretty blonde boy this afternoon. He laughs and tells her that might have been him, and she laughs too, agreeing that Prompto diffidently is a pretty blonde boy.

He’s on his fourth drink, and halfway done with a plate of horderves that Kore convinced one of the waiters to ‘forget’ here. They are little skewer things, with vegetables and cheese and a slice of meat in the middle. She has served a couple other people, but none of them stayed past getting their drinks.

“I think you might be bad for business.” She jokes, and he pulls his wallet out and slips a few more gil in the tip jar. “I was kidding.”

“Nah, I always bring too much money when I go places.” He shrugs, putting his wallet back. She smiles fondly at him, than looks at her watch.

“My shift is about over, and the next guy coming in isn’t as friendly as I am.” She looks him over. “Do you need me to walk you back to wherever you’re going?”

“Are you hitting on me?” He asks, looking at her suspiciously, and she snorts.

“With how much you’ve been going on about that lover boy of yours? I wouldn’t stand a chance.” She responds. “I’m also happily engaged, don’t think my girlfriend would like it if I came home with a strange man.”

“Only a little strange, thank you very much.” He jokes, and she laughs again. “I can make it back on my own, it’s not far.” He smiles.

“You sure? Kela won’t mind driving you home? She’s already gotta pick me up.” She seems genuinely worried, and Prompto smiles. He likes this girl, even if he might not remember her when he’s sober again. He’s opening his mouth to decline again, when she looks behind him and smiles. She scribbles someone on a napkin and hands it to him. “Text me when you get home, I’d feel bad if something bad happens because I got you drunk.”

He looks at the napkin, then at her in confusion as she looks next to him.

“Hi, what can I get ya’?”

“Something fruity would be good.” Noctis slides up to the bar, standing against it.

“Imagine that.” She whisper under her breath, and Prompto stifles a laugh. Noctis looks to him and he shrugs, finishing his glass. She sets two of the same thing down, and they both take one.

“How many of these have you had?” Noctis asks, looking him over.

“A few.” He responds, watching the girl behind the bar wink at him as she leaves. He spins in his chair, looking out over the room. It’s not as crowded as it had been when he sat down, but he’s not sure how long ago that had been. His eyes scan over the room for a pile of white silk, and doesn’t find one. “Where did Luna go?” He glances over at Noctis, and finds midnight blue eyes watching him.

“She and Ravus are wishing some guests goodnight.” He responds, eyes steady. Prompto takes a breath and forces a smile.

“She looked great tonight, huh?” His mouth teats bitter afterword, and he’s sure it’s not from the sweet drink in his hand.

“Yeah.” Noctis responds, after a moment. Prompto nods, setting his half finished drink on the bar top behind him, clumsily.

“Well, I hope you two have a wonderful evening than. As for me I might have had a few to many, better get back to my room and sleep it off.” He stands on wobbly legs, swaying so heavily that Noctis puts an arm on his shoulder.

“Wow, how many too many did you have?” He asks, a joke in his voice.

“At least three.” Prompto giggles, his head light and his legs like lead. The room is spinning around him, but the music is soft and the floors are golden, and he feels like he’s dreaming.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back.” Noctis offers, and he weakly protests.

“You’ve got a lady waiting on you. I’m sure I can get Ignis or Ravus or someone to make sure I don’t pass out in the hall.”

“Why would Ravus walk you back?” Noctis gives him a sidelong glance, pulling Prompto’s arm over his shoulders.

“Oh, he showed me around today when you were busy with Lady Lunafreya.” Prompto leans into Noctis, letting himself be walked away. The dark haired male makes a sound sort of like a scoff.

“I would have shown you around if you asked.” He sounds defensive, and Prompto laughs again. He can’t seem to stop, even as they leave the golden ballroom and enter a marble hallway. There is no longer any music, other than the wind passing outside the glass walls, and their steps echoing around them. It still feels like a dream, with the stars and moon in the sky like jewels, and Noctis warm and close to him.

“When would I have had time to ask?” He responds, closing his eyes a little longer than could be counted as a blink.

“This morning.” Noctis answers, sounding less sure.

“When you and her were rushing off from breakfast?” Prompto reminds him. “Or when I saw you across the garden with Iggy and Gladio and you were being pulled along by the dogs? Or when you got to the ball and sat across from me all night?” He lists, not bitterly really. He was too drunk to be bitter. The drinks had worked.

“Well, you could have come up during the party?” Noctis says after a moment. Prompto squints at the hall around them and realizes he has to idea where they are as he replies.

“And fight against politicians and bureaucrats to get close enough to see Lady Lunafreya chewing on your earlobe up close? Forgive my hesitation in doing so.” He feels a ting in his chest when Noctis blushes. He’s not sure what he had been expecting, maybe for the other to laugh it off.

“She wasn’t chewing on my, anything.” His voice cracks at the end of his statement, and Prompto rolls his eyes, making himself dizzy and almost sending him to the ground, causing him to burst into a fit of giggles. Noctis stops walking, leaning them against the wall so Prompto can catch his breath. “She wasn’t.” He tries again.

“Maybe not, but she definitely wants to be.” Prompro looks out the windows next to them. Glass walls, leading to the snow covered gardens. It’s beautiful.

“She’s my friend, Prompto, like you.” Noctis is looking him, confusion playing over his pretty face when Prompto sighs, resting his head against the wall behind him.

“Then she very definitely wants to be.” He says, letting his eyes close.

“What?” Noctis shakes him slightly, and Prompto meets his dark blue eyes. The moonlight shines off the snow, bathing the hall in pale light that makes Noctis’ eyes shine like the ocean under a summer sky, a blue so deep he feels like he might drown. His dark hair is swept back from his face tonight, and Prompto wishes silently that Noctis would wear it like this more often. His fingers feel heavy when he touches the side of the Prince’s face, before letting his hand fall back to his side.

“We should get going, don’t want to keep Lady Luna waiting.” His voice is soft, and Noctis’ eyes bore into him like he’s trying to scoop out his soul. Prompto would let him have it, for what it’s worth.

“I’m not going back to the party.” Noctis states, pushing off the wall and leading Prompto down the hall again.

“Why?” His voice comes out cold, and he looks down at his feet as he walks.

“I’m with someone more important.” Prompto looks up at him, and finds his friend looking down the hall.

“Don’t let me ruin your night.” He keeps looking at Noctis, watching his face shift into a smile.

“Without you the whole night has kinda sucked. Leaving you and going back would really ruin it.” He jokes, and they turn down a hall the Prompto does recognize, finally. “Besides, I haven’t seen you all day, right? Gotta fix that.” They stop in front of Prompto’s door, and while he’s pulling out his key the napkin falls from his pocket. Noctis picks it up. “Is this that bartenders number?” He asks.

“Yeah, she wanted to make sure I got home safe.” Prompto shrugs.

“Looks like you had a good time at the party too then.” There is something in his voice that sounds accusatory. He turns to look at his friend, meeting the princes eyes, and suddenly everything he felt all night is hot and fresh in his chest. Every touch over the last year, all the nights spent sleeping in the same bed, or hanging out for hours on end, or sitting too close together, he can feel it on his skin. All the times he wanted to tell Noctis that he was in love with him, that he’s wanted to yell it to the stars and pray it to the gods, every secret admirer letter he wrote playing over in his mind. It’s too much, far too much to be crashing down on him while he’s drunk and standing in the hallway in front of gods and everyone.

“I spent the whole night talking about you.” Prompto blurts out. “About how I was jealous that everyone got time with you but me, and how I wished it was me making you blush and not her, and how that’s stupid because I should be happy a pretty girl that you like, likes you back. But all I can think about is how I’ve had so many chances to tell you how I am so in love with you it drives me crazy and I pick now to act on it, after someone else takes an interest in you.” He looks at his hands, his eyes burning with forming tears. “How lame is that?” He chokes out a laugh and it turns into a sob.

“Prompto.” Noctis’ voice is soft, and Prompto shakes his head.

“I should be going to sleep.” He doesn’t look at Noctis when he opens his door and steps inside his room, closing it behind him. He collapses on his bed with his head in his hands, feeling tears run down his face.

Then his door slams open, and he’s looking up in shock when Noctis walks in, angrily slamming it closed behind him to. His eyes are hard on Prompto, and the blonde swallows around a dry throat.

“Listen here you fuck. You do not just get to say that to be then disappear into your room like nothing happened, okay?” Noctis storms to the bed as he talks. “Your in love with me to the point it drives you crazy and you just walk away from me? How lame is that?” He sits in front of Prompto, on his knees, and holds the others face so he can keep their eyes locked. “I’ve been with Luna all day because I have been trying to sort out my feelings for you. The whole nation is convinced that I’ll marry some nice noblewomen and have kids, but I don’t want that. I want you.”

Prompto can feel his eyes widen, more tears spilling over his freckled cheek and Noctis’ hands that hold him.

“You think she’s been flirting with me? She’s been talking about you and giving me tips how to tell you what I feel. I’ve been watching you the whole night trying to get the courage to talk to you. Then you go and beat me to the confession, rude.” Prompto laughs, even while he is crying. “And now I want to kiss you, but your drunk and I’m not taking advantage of you.” Noctis is laughing too.

“You could stay here tonight? We’ve shared a bed lots of times, and kiss me in the morning when I’m not drunk.” He offers, voice shaky. Noctis sighs, like he’s relieved Prompto didn’t kick him out or something.

“I think that sounds like a great Idea.” The Prince agrees.

(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Prompto wakes up with a pounding headache. He peels open his eyes too look around the room, realizing he slept with his contacts in last night. The curtains are closed, but light is dimly seeping past them into the room. He’s wearing his favorite pajamas, and wrapped up in the blankets he feels kinda cozy, like he can go back and sleep this terrible feeling off.

“Good morning.” The bed shifts, and he opens his tired lavender eyes. Noctis is sitting next to him, smiling and holding out a dark colored mug. Prompto sits up, taking it in his hands and finding it warm.

“Morning. What is this?” His voice is raspy, and he winces because of it.

“Hangover cure. Ignis brought it.” He responds, and Prompto takes a sip. It teats pretty good, like honey and something else sweet. He starts feeling better after his first sip, his head starting to clear. He looks sheepishly at Noctis, smiling.

“Thanks.”

“Of course. And I talked to Luna, since we leave tomorrow I told her I wanted a day to hang out here. So I can show you all the cool places Ravus wouldn’t show you because outsides aren’t supposed to go there, or we can go to town? There are some real photo worthy places around, and I know where all the best ones are.”

“Could we, stay here for a while?” Prompto looks at him, and Noctis looks at him with kind eyes. It’s been too long since Noctis looked so relaxed, with everything going on lately.

“Sure.” He kicks off the shoes he had been wearing, moving the pile of blankets until he is pressed against Prompto’s side. He takes the empty cup from Prompto’s hands, setting it on the night stand. Prompto looks at him, tugging on the sleeve of his sweater.

“Did I get really drunk last night?”

“You did.” Noctis answers.

“And did I, confess anything?” Prompto tried to be casual about it, but it is all fuzzy and he has to know.

“Only that you’re in love with me.” He’s got a grin on his face, and Prompto feels his cheeks flush.

“And you are…”

“In love with you too? Yes.”

“And we didn’t go to war with an army of half demon half shark monsters?” Noctis looks at him, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Not that I know of.”

“But we did agree to kiss when I was sober.” It’s Prompto’s turn to grin.

“We did.” Noctis is leaning in, watching him.

“I might have hangover breath.” It’s a warning, but he’s leaning in too. Noctis doesn’t reply, closing his eyes. Prompto dose the same, pressing his lips against the others. It’s soft, not lasting long, and when Noctis pulls away he’s left wanting more.

So Prompto chases the others lips, finding his pale hand under the blanket with his sun kissed one and curling their fingers together. Prompto kisses his lips again, and his cheek, and forehead and chin, then lips again to be safe. Noctis is left smiling, and breathless.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Prompto feels dizzy again, his hand tingling where it touches his friend, his heart pounding.

“Probably as long as I’ve wanted you to do that.” Noctis kisses him again, moving closer and trading which hand is holding Prompto’s so he can wind his arm around the blond’s back, bringing him closer.

“Does this mean we’re dating?” Prompto feels warm and safe in Noctis’ arms.

“I’ll have to take you on a real date.”

“I think we’ve gone on a lot of real dates.” His voice is light, and he is smiling.

“Maybe, but I’ve never been able to call you my boyfriend during them.”

“Boyfriend to the prince, huh?” He seems to consider this. “Does that have a royal title or something?”

“I can probably make one if there isn’t.” Noctis shrugs, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against the others. Prompto laughs, and closes his eyes too. He can feel sleep pulling at the back of his eyes, the feeling of being warm and close to Noctis making him relax.

“Hey, Noctis?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” The words come out of his mouth before he can put thought into if it’s too soon to say that. He feel Noctis pull them down so they are laying on the bed, instead of propped against the head borde.

“I love you too, Prompto.” They curl closer together, chest to chest, Prompto’s face in Noctis’ shoulder, legs tangled and hands laced, resting between them.

He thinks briefly that he should thank Luna for talking to Noctis, and Kore for putting up with him, before he’s sleeping soundly in his boyfriends arms.

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thetourguidebarbie · 7 years

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Discretion III

For @itsnotacrimetoloveyou as payment for her fabulous D/s drabbles lately ;) Also tagging @goldcaught just because.

Summary: Klaus has been on a trip for a few weeks and visits Caroline at work for some reunion smut.

Contains: Dom!Klaus, public sex, sex toy use.

Set in the “Discretion” universe. Part 1 II Part 2

Caroline sighed as her phone rang, pausing in the middle of the e-mail she was writing to a client before picking up the receiver.

“Caroline?”

“Hi Anna.”

“Your twelve o’clock is here.”

Caroline frowned. “I don’t have a twelve o’clock.”

“He says he has a lunch meeting with you and asked if you were free yet,” Anna said slowly. “He brought take-out, actually. Do you need me to set up a conference room?”

Caroline resisted the urge to groan. She’d forgotten that Anna hadn’t met Klaus yet, since she’d been hired less than a month before and Klaus had been on a business trip since two days before she started. He’d only come back the night before, too tired from his flights to do much besides some cuddling and falling asleep during the second episode of Game of Thrones that she’d been impatiently saving to watch with him until he returned. She’d woken him up and he’d mumbled something about an early morning meeting before collapsing into bed, holding her close.

They’d had phone sex a few times while he was gone and sent some provocative photos back and forth, but it wasn’t the same as his touch, the perfect way his calloused palms felt on her skin. She knew he missed her too, and it was possible that he’d just come to spend some time with her since she’d be tied up with an important project for the next few weeks and wouldn’t be able to spend much time at home.

Klaus did occasionally turn up for lunch for a romantic surprise in the middle of the workweek anyway (to the three summer interns’ badly-concealed delight), but usually the underlying reason was less than innocent.

She’d long gotten over her aversion to sex in her office, just closing the blinds and burying her face in his neck to muffle the sounds, but whoever needed the stress relief usually emailed ahead for those.

He also sometimes had asked her to do something special for him when they felt like being in play for a whole day, to wear nothing under her tight pencil skirt or keep a toy in her pussy during work, and wanted to make sure that she was following the rules. Those visits tended to be implied with the agreement, and she tried to remember whether she was supposed to be doing something. They hadn’t talked about it.

“No, I think that’s my boyfriend. He comes over for lunch sometimes. I must have forgotten that we planned something today. I’ll be right out,” she said before hanging up and straightening her skirt as she stood. She tried to fight down a blush, her mind racing as she tried to remember what he was checking up on her for.

“Hey, you,” she said when she saw him, pecking him on the lips. “Anna, this is my boyfriend, Klaus. If he comes in just call me to make sure I’m not in a meeting and then you can send him back, okay?”

“Okay!” Anna agreed. “Do you want me to send your calls to voicemail while you’re at lunch?”

“Yeah, that would be great! Thanks.”

Anna nodded, already turning back to her computer, and Klaus pressed his palm to the small of Caroline’s back, steering her back to her office. He set the take-out on her desk, the scent of what she suspected was her favorite chicken curry from the Indian restaurant down the street making her mouth water.

He turned around and pulled her flush against his chest, his lips brushing over her ear as he nosed her temple.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she said, melting into him, and she smiled, his stubble scratching her cheek.

“Too busy?”

“Nope! Nice surprise,” she reassured him, pulling back to peck him on the lips. “Any special reason?”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said quietly, catching his lips with hers again, her fingers fiddling with the lapels of his suit. “I’m sorry that I won’t be around as much this week. It sucks that our work stuff sort of overlapped.”

“That’s why I’m here, actually,” he said, his fingers fiddling with the waistband of her skirt, thumb brushing over the zipper. “I wanted to spend some time with you before you got buried in work.”

“Sounds good,” she said. “I’m getting hungry so you had great timing.”

“Not yet, love.”

His tone sent a dangerous shiver down her spine, and she knew that this definitely wasn’t a surprise romantic lunch.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue, and he dropped a quick kiss to her lips, fiddling with her hair. “Would you be opposed to some stress relief first? I brought something else for you.”

“What did you bring?” she asked with a grin, letting her palm trail down his chest, thumb flicking over the buttons of his suit jacket.

“I bought something on the trip,” he said, letting go of her with one hand to reach for the take-out bag, the other still resting possessively on her hip. She watched as he pulled out a tied plastic bag, ripping it open to reveal a cloth bag that he have to her. She shot him a suspicious glance as she opened it, her teeth sinking into her lower lip when she saw that it was a vibrator, a relatively small one, though she suspected that was the point when she realized his hand was drifting down the small of her back to rest on her ass.

“You seriously put this in the take-out bag?”

“I made sure it was covered,” he said, his lips twitching, and she raised an eyebrow before deliberately running the tip of her tongue along the shaft of the toy, trying not to smile when he swallowed, his eyes darkening, his voice a low growl when he spoke again. “Passed your inspection, then?”

“Yes,” she said, grinning at him. “So, what did you have in mind?”

“Do you know how many times I sat alone in my hotel room stroking my cock as I thought of the things I’d do to you when I got home? I missed your voice, your touch… Speaking to you on the phone is never enough, no matter how willingly you comply with my orders.”

She set the toy on her desk, turning back to rest her palms on his shoulders, leaning against him. He was warm, his arms strong as they wrapped around her, breath hot on her ear, and she had missed feeling so safe, so wanted. “Tell me more.”

“Well, I was thinking that I could bend you over the table first, shove up that tempting little skirt of yours and pull your knickers around your knees before I touch you. I want to kneel behind you and taste you, map the backs of your thighs with my tongue, ending up just close enough to your dripping pussy to make you squirm with need. I’ve missed the lovely noises you make, the soft whimpers and pleas for my tongue to move just a bit to reach your clit…”

She moaned softly, burying her face in his neck to muffle the sound as he slid his palm under her skirt to rest against the back of her thigh.

“Would you like that, love?” he asked, his nails biting into her skin for just a moment, the sting making her shiver.

“Yes,” she said, her voice slightly breathless as she pulled away from his shoulder so that he could hear her.

“Then, once I’ve tasted you, possibly let you come on my tongue if I’m feeling generous, I’ll slip this toy inside of you before I pull up the pretty lace to hold it in place. I want to watch you squirm in your seat as you eat with me, watch you face flush as you try to hold back your moans. I’ll leave you for the afternoon, of course. I’m sure you have quite a bit of work to do, after all. I do hope it won’t be too distracting.”

“Klaus,” she whined under her breath, her arms winding around his shoulders as she felt the cold air hit her legs when he shoved her skirt around her hips, pressing the heel of his palm against the damp lace covering her center.

She squeaked at the sudden sharp pain when he smacked her ass, her fingers curling against his shirt. “Address me properly, sweetheart.”

She swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment to slip into the mindset for a scene before taking a breath as she melted into him. “Sorry, Master.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, bending to nose her temple and nipping her ear. She felt her lower belly tighten as she pressed herself against him, her breath catching as he pinched her ass. “Now, I’d like you to bend over the desk for me.”

He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and laid a hand on her lower back as she carefully moved her laptop and office supplies to the side before bending down with her hands behind her back, her cheek resting against the cool glass desktop, and she felt him stroke his fingers down her spine, a low sound of approval escaping him when she shivered.

She felt just the slightest brush of his fingers against her skin when he untucked her shirt, unzipping her pencil skirt and letting it fall to the floor. “I’d push it up but if you have a meeting this afternoon it wouldn’t do to wrinkle it too much,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Though I do enjoy looking at you as well, your pretty arse framed by lace. I should indulge myself more often,” he whispered, running his fingertip down the flesh of her ass. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get friction, and she heard him chuckle as he slid his palm between her thighs, gently parting them.

“Now, love, none of that. You’ve been so patient while I’ve been gone, and I’d hate to have to punish you for touching yourself without permission.”

“Sorry, Master.”

She heard a soft thump before her thong was stretched around her knees and his tongue flicked against the back of her thigh, and she felt her core throb as she squirmed, her breath catching. His warm, calloused palms settled on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive crevice between the globes of her ass and the tops of her thighs before she felt his tongue against her pussy, swirling around her opening just the way she liked it.

She moaned, her body tensing as her eyelids fluttered before she closed her eyes, rolling her hips against his tongue. He built her up fast, turning to hover just under her and pulling her pussy against his mouth to more easily find her clit, her walls clenching as she bit her palm to keep from moaning too loudly. She made a small whine of annoyance when he stopped but knew better to complain, looking over her shoulder with hazy eyes as he stood, licking his lips before bending to catch her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in her mouth so that she could taste herself as he ground his covered erection against her aching core before she saw him pick up the toy out of the corner of her eye. “Ready, love?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her breathing shaky as she spread her legs for him. She moaned as he pushed the toy inside of her, rolling her hips against his hand.

“Does that feel all right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. You won’t remove it until you get home tonight. Understand?”

She hummed in agreement, feeling herself approach the edge as he pulled her thong back up to keep the toy in place, a sudden shift in movement making her come around it with a soft gasp. He laughed again, bending to press a soft kiss to her neck as he pulled her skirt back up around her waist and fastened it. She tucked her shirt in as she stood before reaching to rub his erection through his jeans, but he caught her wrist, bringing it up to his mouth to run his tongue along the lines of her palm. “I want to watch you eat before you suck my cock. I want my come to be the last thing you taste before I leave.”

She nodded, standing up fully and straightening her clothes before turning to pull out the food, opening one of the boxes and handing it to him when it was what he liked and taking the other, pulling a plastic fork from the bottom of the bag. The toy was stretching her, brushing against all the right places as she sat down in her office chair, and she moaned while she tried to settle in a comfortable position where the sensations weren’t too intense and she didn’t have the irresistible impulse to roll her hips. Klaus watched her with a smirk, drinking her in as he took his first bite of chicken, licking his lips as he watched her wrap her lips around the fork as she ate.

“Good?”

She nodded, knowing that if she tried to speak it would turn into a moan, and he gave her a wicked grin, his cheeks dimpling. “All I’ll be able to think about today is how you’ll look squirming in your seat as you try to focus on your clients. I’ll imagine you soaking wet and flushed, strategically breathing to make sure that they don’t know how close you are to coming around a toy while they talk to you. You’re such a good girl, being willing to do this for me. You love to please your master, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, and he smiled as she shifted in her seat.

“Good. I’d like you to do something for me then, sweetheart.”

She felt anticipation crackle under her skin at the hungry way he eyed her before his eyes darted to his phone. “Anything you want, Master,” she said, looking at him through her eyelashes and enjoying the way his eyes darkened. It was always satisfying to know that she had as much of an effect on him as he did on her, and she knew that whatever he wanted would be exciting.

She’d also probably get a reward when she finally arrived home, and she was totally up for that.

“How many meetings do you have today?”

She opened her laptop to check her calendar, taking another bite of curry and wrinkling her nose when a dribble fell on her collarbone, quickly scooping it up with her finger and sucking it off, almost smirking at Klaus’s low groan. She looked up to see him adjusting his jeans, his erection a prominent bulge underneath his hand, and the toy jostled a bit as she clicked through the day, a breathless moan escaping her before she swallowed and tried to center herself.

“I have two in person ones this afternoon and a phone call at five, which is why I’ll be home late.”

“Good. When you come back from every meeting and get off the phone I’d like a picture of you. I want to see how wet you are from the excitement of such a forbidden desire. You denied it at the beginning, but I think you’ve started to find that you enjoy a bit of exhibitionism, don’t you? You like the secret of knowing that you’re so close to tipping over the edge underneath your neat work clothes. I want to see that.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, already feeling herself close to tipping over the edge from the idea of it.

“Good girl. Now, all done eating your food?”

She nodded, closing the take-out box and throwing it and the plastic cutlery in the trash before getting up and walking around the table, the toy sending jolts of arousal straight to her core with every step, bending down to rest her palms against his thighs and kissing him gently. “May I suck your cock, Master?” .

She knew he loved hearing any sort of dirty talk falling from her lips, the way her eyes would widen innocently as she told him how much she wanted him to fuck her, how good he felt, how she thought about him all day, craving his cock.

“Yes,” he growled, his hand wandering down her spine and pressing to encourage her down to the carpet. She obligingly dropped to her knees, eyeing him as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his slacks, moving forward in his seat so that she could more easily settle between his legs. She made quick work of his pants and boxerbriefs and watched him for reactions as he leaned forward to run her tongue along his shaft. She catalogued every twitch of his jaw, the way his shoulders stiffened when she hit just the right spot with the tip of her tongue, his eyelids fluttering for just a moment before he regained control. She loved seeing him like this, the way he looked at her as she pleasured him, how he groaned her name softly when he was close.

He buried his hand in her hair, tugging her curls lightly between his fingers as he guided her head to the speed he wanted. “Don’t tease, sweetheart. I’ve waited weeks to feel your pretty pink lips around my cock again. If you don’t start putting in a bit of effort I might have to punish you, and you’ve been so good lately.”

She sped up her movements, twisting her fist around the base of his cock in a way that always made his hips jerk, and she gagged around the head of his cock, something she knew always turned him on. He watched her with dark eyes and slightly parted lips as her head bobbed up and down his cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Caroline. I love the way you look with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

She moaned around him as she shifted, the toy brushing her g-spot, and he smirked, tugging her hair lightly. “You love this, don’t you? I know how wet it makes you even without a toy to give you friction, especially when we do it in your office. Does it excite you to know that if a coworker came in they’d see you like this for me, on your knees at my feet moaning around my cock as I fuck your mouth? What would they say if they saw you call me ‘Master’ and lower your eyes, how you submit to me so sweetly? You used to be so hesitant, but I know how much the anticipation, the forbiddenness of it turns you on.”

She moaned around him, rubbing her thighs together. His voice made her core throb as he narrated his thoughts, and she could feel her high building again as the tip of the toy brushed against her oversensitive walls. He grinned as he watched her greedily, bucking his hips to make her gag.

“More tongue, love. Yes, that’s it…good girl. You’re so good at this, sweetheart. You know just how to touch your Master to get the praise you crave so much.”

She hummed around him, ignoring the urge to reach between her thighs and tease her clit as she took him deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat to keep from gagging too much. She watched him carefully as she cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she let her pinky drag down the small patch of skin just under them that made him shudder.

“Fuck, Caroline,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand tightening in her hair with a harsh yank that made her clench around the toy before he spilled into her mouth.

She swallowed, her tongue darting over her lips as she stood, grinning at the smudge of lipstick she’d left on his shaft. He stood, pressing his lips to hers, and she felt his knuckles brush against her front as he buckled his belt and refastened his pants. Her skin was oversensitive, her high building again, and she gasped as his hand brushed the front of her skirt, stimulating her clit. He caught her as her knees went weak, nipping her ear as she came, her breathing ragged.

“Good girl,” he whispered, tugging her flush against his chest and rubbing her back. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“How much time do you have?”

She glanced back to the wall clock before laying her head on his shoulder. “For aftercare? Ten minutes. I need you out by one so I can get ready for the meeting.”

He hummed, gently pushing her into the overstuffed leather loveseat she kept in the corner (supposedly for reading but really for cuddling) and reaching to her top cabinet to get the blanket and one of the bottled waters they kept in her office. He draped the blanket around her, sitting down and pulling her against him and uncapping the water for her, which she drank a few sips of. The toy was still brushing against her oversensitive walls, making her squirm, but her heartbeat was still slowing down from its rapid pace.

They sat in a comfortable silence as she came down, the warmth of his body against hers pleasant and reassuring, and she let out a soft whine of complaint when he moved out from under her, holding out a hand to help her up. “Have fun in your meetings sweetheart.”

She felt her core clench as she took a step forward to hug him and kiss his cheek, his stubble a pleasant scratch against her lips. “I will try not to get too distracted.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” he asked with a wicked grin. “Remember, a picture after each, and I want you to take your knickers off to take them so that I can see it inside of you.”

��Okay, as long as you send me pictures of your reactions.”

He laughed. “I don’t recall that being part of the deal, love.”

“Please?” she asked softly, giving him her best wide-eyed stare, and he gave her a dimpled grin.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

He walked out of her office and she took a few deep, calming breaths before walking back to her desk, trying to look natural, picking up her phone when it rang. “Anna?”

“Your 1:15 is here,” Anna chirped.

“Thanks, Anna. I’ll be right there,” Caroline said, trying not to moan as she stood up from her seat.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

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lightsburnbrite · 7 years

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Young & Wild: Part 8

When the night of Linda’s benefit gala came, it surprised Georgina how much she was actually looking forward to getting dressed up and having strangers make small talk with her. When she was a teenager being dragged to this event and that, Georgina made a game out of seeing what lies she could get people to believe when they asked what she was doing with her life. Obviously she couldn’t do that tonight but still it would be nice not to be asked about Preston.

She tried not to roll her eyes too hard when Linda insisted Georgina come to the hotel she was staying at so her hair and make up guy could take care of Georgina as well. When she arrived, Linda wasn’t quite finished yet and she had the chance to check in with her father.

“You know,” Her father poured Georgina a glass of champagne, “I may have spoken too soon about your relationship with the Dane.”

Chuckling at how Daniel had been reduced to ‘the Dane’, Georgina raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well,” He tipped his head in the direction of the bedroom where Linda was undergoing her transformation. “There was a time when you would have refused to go along with all of this. I think he’s given you a softer approach to things.”

She smirked, but didn’t offer a response. Part of her wanted to be irritated that it seemed like she was losing her edge but if she was being honest with herself, her teenage years where she felt the need to do the opposite of what her father wanted were exhausting. Ultimately, Georgina rationalized that she never wanted to lose her sense of independence, but if Daniel helped her to be a more pleasant person, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

“It really means a lot to me that you’re willing to make peace with Linda.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “By the way, I had a nice little talk with him the other day.

Suddenly Georgina perked up. “Danny?”

“Yes,” Her father laughed. “He not at all what I was expecting.”

Georgina frowned, prompting her father to explain himself.

“Obviously the tattoos and the mohawk present a certain image, would you agree?” When she nodded he continued. “Also being a professional athlete, I was expecting a certain attitude. Needless to say, when I realized how polite and well spoken he is, I was pleasantly surprised. We had a very nice conversation.”

She took a sip, and continued to lament that Daniel would not be joining them that evening. “I wanted him to come tonight but he wasn’t able to make it.”

“I know. He was actually pretty upset that he was letting you down.” Her father smiled as he raised his glass.

Georgina sat quietly while her hair was spun into a french braided and softly curled updo that was immaculately messy in all the right places, her eyes given just the right amount of smolder. Once she was dressed, Linda insisted on the two of them having their picture taken together, making Georgina feel like some sort of doll to be toted around. Without even thinking about it, Georgina chose to smile and bite her tongue. Maybe her father was right about Daniel having a mellowing effect on her.

She was thankful that she arrived with Linda, all the attention naturally went to her as the hostess, and Georgina was able to blend in with the rest of the attendees. She stood, drink in hand, and smiled politely at the couple who were attempting to make small talk with her. She had to admit, even without Daniel, she was having a much better time than she anticipated.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Georgina turned to see who was attempting to get her attention this time. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that all too familiar smirk.

“Danny!” Making no attempt to hide her enthusiasm, Georgina quickly wrapped her arms around Daniel’s neck and squeezed as hard as she could.

Daniel let his thumb graze along Georgina’s bare back as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They embraced for a moment longer before Georgina pulled back. “I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it?”

“We were given the day off at the last minute.” Taking her hand in his, Daniel very obviously looked Georgina over from head to toe. “I’m glad I didn’t miss the chance to see you in this dress. You look absolutely stunning.”

Georgina grinned broadly. “You know, you’re quite handsome all suited up.”

“I know.” With a triumphant smile, Daniel held out his elbow for Georgina to take. “Now, let’s go see what they have at the silent auction.”

What Georgina didn’t realize was that Linda had seen their embrace even from across the crowded room. “Honey, who is that with Georgina? I feel like I’ve seen him before.”

Her father studied Linda’s reaction. “Oh. That’s Daniel Agger. He’s one of the soccer players at Liverpool…and the man she’s been seeing.”

Watching the pair for a moment longer, Linda finally spoke. “Funny, she didn’t mention anything about him to me.”

“Honestly, I think she’s concerned with how you would react considering how recently she broke up with Preston.” He cleared his throat as if hesitant to give his wife his complete opinion.

“John,” Linda continued to watch them before sighing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile so much. Did she honestly think I’d rather her be with a specific person instead of her being happy?”

He frowned slightly as he shook his head. “I think it has more to do with the two of you not really knowing each other well enough. Gigi didn’t expect him to be able to come tonight but there was a last minute change to his schedule.”

“Why do I feel like you had something to do with that?” Linda turned towards her husband and raised an eyebrow.

He simply shrugged. “Now that’s speculation that neither one of them needs to hear.”

Linda did her best to give Georgina and Daniel enough distance throughout the night, only approaching them as the evening was winding up.

“I expect a proper introduction when the two of you have more time.” Linda smiled. “But until then, go, enjoy each other’s company before you have to get back to your every day lives.”

Georgina opened her mouth to speak but ultimately just smiled and nodded.

They sat in silence in the back of the cab, Georgina resting her head on Daniel’s shoulder. She took his hand and led him to her apartment, Daniel quietly taking in his surroundings. Placing her finger against her lips, Georgina signaled to be quiets as she opened the door. They walked softly past her office and the guest room to her bedroom.

“I’ll check on the boys in a minute,” Georgina turned back to Daniel before opening the door, “I need to change first.”

With a smirk, Daniel nodded.

She flung her clutch and her coat on the bed before leaning on the door jamb to kick off her heels. Meanwhile, Daniel took off his suit jacket and undid his bowtie. He laid the jacket neatly on the back of the armchair that sat next to the balcony and then cleared the bed from the rest of the debris that Georgina threw it’s way.

As Georgina had removed her jewelry, Daniel stood next to her and removed his cufflinks before he moved behind her and unzipped the back of her dress before moving to the fastening at the neck. Had he wanted to, Daniel could have easily ripped the thin crepe material of Georgina’s gown but as much as he wanted her out of the dress, he also knew he’d love to see her wear it again. Carefully, he undid the hooks and let the dress fall to the floor.

Daniel took a minute to admire the underwear Georgina had chosen, if he could call it that. He considered himself fairly well versed in the various styles of women’s undergarments as well as the phrase ‘less is more’. Yet Daniel had found that he was more turned on by those that left more to the imagination than a tiny g string would. Georgina’s black Chantilly lace panties were completely sheer, but managed to come across as elegant instead of revealing.

Georgina sighed as he rested his hands on her shoulders and began to knead his thumbs into the nape of her neck. Leaning, he kissed her neck as he slid hid hands down her side, stopping for a moment to cup and massage her breasts.

“Danny,” She inhaled deeply as she placed her hands over his and guided them down to her hips. “I don’t know how much longer I can take being away from you. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it and go back with you for good.”

By now, Daniel had pulled her underwear down to her knees. He took Georgina by the hand and helped her step out them them before encouraging her to turn and face him. “Listen, I can’t stand it either but I know you would regret not finish with school. It’s not too much longer, yeah?”

Instinctively, Georgina had brought her arms up to cover herself, feeling a little silly standing in front of him completely naked when Daniel had essentially said he didn’t want her to move in with him…yet.

Of course Daniel picked up on this. He moved closer so that Georgina backed herself up against the bed, eventually sitting down on it’s edge. “Besides, if you came over right now, Odin and Thor would have to stay in quarantine.”

“You’re right.” She looked up and fixed her eyes on the placket of his shirt. “But maybe you could answer something for me?”

Daniel smiled. “Anything.”

“Why are your clothes still on?”

With a laugh, Daniel untucked his shirt and soon moved to the buttons. “Good point.”

After a ten hour flight, the four hour time difference, a fair amount of champagne, and two rounds of sex, it was easy to see that the night was catching up with Daniel. Georgina lay by his side, her arm draped across his waist, watching the subtle rise and fall of his chest. It wasn’t that Georgina wasn’t exhausted as well she simply couldn’t let herself settle yet.

Standing up, Georgina leaned in to kiss him one more time. Daniel opened one eye and smiled. “You’re not leaving me already, are you?”

“I’m going to take the boys out and get them settled for the night.” After stretching her arms above her head, she pulled on a camisole and a hoodie as she looked around for her leggings.

Immediately, Daniel threw back the covers and stood as well.

“Babe,” Georgina laughed. “Stay in bed, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

He searched around for his pants before remembering that he had put his suitcase in her closet earlier. Pulling on his pants, Daniel shook his head. “It’s 2am. I’m not letting you walk around the city alone.”

“Wait,” She stopped with one leg in, one leg out of her leggings. “When did you bring your stuff here?”

Daniel laughed and nodded. “Your father picked me up from the airport and brought me here before the gala. He wanted to surprise you.”

“So everyone knew you were coming but me?” Georgina rolled her eyes, not exactly the response Daniel was expecting.

“Not at all,” Daniel ran a hand over his hair as he pulled his shirt on. “Your father spoke to me the other day, after we’d been given the day off, and said he’d already made arrangements for me. Only he and I knew I’d be coming.”

It took only a moment for Georgina to soften her stance. Once she was fully dressed, she walked back over to Daniel and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Alright.” Daniel kissed Georgina’s temple before gently nudging her away. “Let’s go get those pups.”

#Daniel Agger #young & wild

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NYE Masquerade || Theo&Max

Date: December 31st

Location: NYE Masquerade Ball

Summary: Under different NYE drink spells, Theo is taken into a closet by Max and has sex with him, where Max live streams it on his phone.

@professormaxwagner

Max: Max was nice, polite, calm and guarded like he always was. Until the champagne kicked in. The warmth moved through him and then he was changing from being a polite calm man to something he couldn’t control. His eyes glanced across the room and all his guarded thoughts bubbled to the surface, strange things he had never felt before and he was angry and hated his suit. As for the people.. gio- asshole, Qhuinn-desperately trying to seek approval, May- confusing Theo- getting too attached…avoid at all costs. Atticus- desperately want to fuck him but can’t because of the bro code with Theo , Daisy - annoying, Ruby- would Marry her in a heartbeat, Natalie - clingy but so lovable, Scott and Jason - want a threesome with Jason in the middle. new kid - dick, Libby- too serious. Colin- bad hair nice smile. Noah- nice body in female form, hair like a medieval woman but still fuckable. Layla - pretty but sounds like she always has flu. Nick - huge cock pretty face. Clara.- blow up doll standing with a Ken doll. Alexis - hate the fact I love her. Max saw his own reflection. Max- murderer. He couldn’t understand where this attitude was coming from. He blinked at himself. Max needed to get away. His naturally guarded side was begging him to leave. He saw someone walking towards him and bit his lip. Don’t speak. Just stand still and say nothing, that way he couldn’t hurt himself or anyone else. There was a reason he was guarded. He took a breath and went to say hello. But instead words flowed like the bubbly he had just drank “ you want something or you just gonna stare?” He snapped in a thick New York accent which he had hidden for years. His old side.. the velvet rope, the opposite of everything he was and stood for was now in control and max couldn’t fight it anymore.

Theo: The night was becoming a haze of bodies that Theo couldn’t totally remember. His hair was ruffled, jacket discarded somewhere that he didn’t know. Fresh hickies bloomed on his neck, matching the bites and the bruises left from the rental that past week. Lips were swollen from doing god knows what, and his tie was loosened, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. He looks dishevelled and drunk, his shirt hastily tucked back in. He looks down, had he been wearing a belt? He didn’t know, but if he had, it was gone now. The spell was making him ache for others no matter how much attention he was getting, and he shifts his pants awkwardly again, never comfortable. A smile falls on his lips as he looks up and sees the man he’d spent the last weekend with. He’d been feeling confused about it all, his memory hazy about what had left him with the bruises, but on that night he didn’t care. Tonight he could feel his pants tighten more, getting even more hard just looking at him. He hadn’t even been looking at his phone, so he didn’t see the text that had come from Max. He bounds over towards the taller man, practically beaming, face flushed with lust. “Max.” He says softly, hands spreading over the other’s chest, fingers playing with one of the buttons. He looks up to Max with big eyes, biting his lip a little. He reaches up on his toes, placing a small kiss to Max’s lips, breathing into it lightly with a little sigh. “Hi.”

Max: Max blinked at the kiss. A tiny voice in his head told him to back off, walk away. But instead he smirked and slid his hand down to feel how hard Theo was. “ I love your dick.” He blurted out with a smirk then whispered in his ear. “ but if I ever find out you are playing me for cash or status in the cells, I’ll hurt you in ways you can never recover from.” Max then kissed his cheek and looked at him with a dangerous smile “ You are desperate for a fuck aren’t you?” He breathed against the smaller mans lips. “Where do you want me? Tell me where and how. Give me details.”

Theo: Theo couldn’t help the little groan that came from his lips when Max reached down and touched him. Normally he would be blushing furiously, but now he found himself rocking against the hand, hoping, practically begging for more friction. Arms fly up around the back of Max’s neck to be able to pull himself closer to the man, and he shivers when he moves close to Theo’s ear. But the words don’t totally make sense, and he pulls back to look at the vampire, cocking his head with a confused expression. The moment doesn’t last long though when Max’s lips are on his and he’s still grinding into his hand like a desperate horny teenager. His head spins at the request. He wants all of it, everything all at once, he wants something to satisfy the ache. His lips move up to Max’s ear now, nipping at his earlobe gently. “I want you.” He breath already slightly erratic as he tries to push himself closer to Max. “I want you inside me, I want you to feed from me.” He kisses the Max’s neck, just desperate for the the touch. “I need you Max, please.” He whines. “I need you.”

Max: Max was getting bored and at least he had already had Theo so he knew what would really get him off. " How exactly do you want me? Like me fucking you or shall we give you another go fucking me , I was impressed with your hip action." He said in a blunt and bold manner that was nothing like Max at all. two ideas sprung to mind and he smirked " Cloak room to the side of the main lounge, Lets go fuck on other peoples coats," He grinned and grabbed his hand

Theo: Theo is pressing his body as close to Max as he can, reaching up on his toes so he can place kisses to Max's neck, biting softly. "I want you inside me." He breathes between kisses, his hands already needy and palming at Max's length through his pants. He whines a little at the lack of contact when Max grabs his hand and pulls him off to the coat room. Under the spell all he wants is some sort of relief from the ache he felt. "Please." He says whines again once they get there, pressing his lips against Max's, desperate for attention.

Max: Max loved watching him desperate and needed. He laughed and then laid back on the mound of coats and looked at him. “ tell me about how much you want me inside you... while getting naked. “ he said and looked at his pants. “ you are happy to see me aren’t you?”

Theo: Theo nods eagerly watching Max lay back. "I am." He pulls at the loose tie on his neck, discarding it off to the side. His shirt is easier there's already a few missing buttons, as he pulls it off. His chest and neck are already blooming with fresh hickies from the night's activities. He slips out of his pants and underwear, happy to be shed of the excess clothing. Completely naked now he crawled over Max, pressing his body onto his, kissing him deeply. "Too, many, clothes." He breathes into the kiss, pulling Max's shirt untucked from his pants, clumsily pulling at the buttons, ripping a few as he does so. "I want you inside me so badly, I need it, please." He begs and whines.

Max: Max laughed at his boldness. “ fine. On one condition. “ he knew Theo would never agree to it usually and usually max would only do this if he was giving a lecture to his class but tonight he felt alive. He pulled out his phone and placed it on a chair facing them and hit the record button. “ how ready are you really. Show me your ass.” He demanded, his voice almost unfamiliar in its accent. “ I’m a big boy so I want you ready for me and if you ain’t then you need to come and sit on my face.” He laughed “ because I’m gonna make you feel me for days. When I’m done with you theo, you will be nothing but a sweaty shaking mess full of my come. I might fuck you more then once.” He grinned “ because I can do whatever I like.”

Theo: If Theo had been in his right mind, he would be blushing at his boldness, and the things that Max was saying. He looks at the phone, cocking his head slightly, but the spell kept him on a one track mind, quickly going back to Max. He moves back to kiss him again, not being able to stop himself. Biting his lip he nods, swallowing a little. He just wanted Max, he wanted him to help with the insatiable itch he felt in his bones. He moves, shifting himself till he's straddling the other. Normally he would have been horrified, feeling awkward in such a position, but now he could only imagine what Max's mouth would feel against him. He shifts himself forward, allowing Max access. He shivers a little at the words, excited and needy. "Yes, Max, please." He says, hands resting on his thighs as he hovered over Max, waiting anxiously.

Max: Max grabbed his hips and pulled him hungrily towards him. He left a bite mark on his ass cheek then spread his cheeks and buried his face in his ass and started to really probe him open with his tongue, slapping his ass hard

Theo: Theo gasps a little at the bite, allowing himself to move freely to where Max wants him. He moans quietly when Max's tongue touches him. He tries to keep his hips from rocking too much. He was unbearably hard at this point, aching for so much more, but he'd be a good boy for Max. The slap to his ass makes him yelp, skin stinging still from the past rental, and the spanking he'd received earlier in the evening from Lucas, his ass quite red at this point.

Max: Max looked up at him and smirked “ I’m not gonna do all the work here fairy boy. Come on. Get your pretty little lips around my big thick dick. How far can you take me?” Max laid back and bit his lip “ suck it before you fuck it my little slave.” He purred.

Theo: Theo's mind spins with everything going on, and he nods, eager to oblige. If he was good, he would feel good. Or at least, that's what was running through his mind. He shifts, where he’s propped, able to reach forward to clumsily pull at Max’s pants. He finally gets them open, pulling the man’s length out, freeing him. Biting on his lip he leans forward, his own body still hovering over Max’s face, lips slipping over the tip, swirling his tongue lightly. He’s impatient and eager and quickly takes max into his mouth, as far as he can go before he gags. He bobs his head, cheeks hollowing, hoping what he’s doing pleases the master.

Max: Max looked down at him and sighed. "Okay okay.. stop stop stop." He pulled him off and then looked at him. " Just sit on me and fuck me like you mean it." He grumbled and laid back on the coats. He closed his eyes and waited and the let out a long breath. " God you were so much sexier when you were all shy and helpless. This neediness is making you unfocused." He grumbled and then bit his lip and smiled as he started to fuck him " That's better.... slowly. I want you to feel every inch of me."

Theo: Theo pulls up when Max tells him to stop, easily moved by the stronger man. He looks at Max with a frown, tilting his head. Max didn't think he was sexy? It hurt a bit, but he wanted the man so badly, and he just wanted to make him happy. He shifted, straddling the man, lowering himself slowly onto him, adjusting to his size as best as he can, fingers gripping against the man's chest. "I'm sorry.." He breathes, slowly lowering until Max fills him completely. He feels shaky as he pulls back up, lowering himself again, soft noises falling from his lips. He leans forward, unable to keep himself from wanting to kiss Max. He kisses him softly. "I'll do anything you want, what would make you happy, I want to make you feel good.." He moans a little, rocking his hips slowly.

Max: He raises a brow at him " You're sorry... yeah right. whatever." Max then moans as he starts to rock on him and then looks a little confused with the kiss but goes with it. " remember I'm live streaming this, so come on show them what you are good at." Max murmurs in his ear slapping his ass hard. " Pull off me slowly then push yourself back into me real slow. " His breath was against theo's ear and usually he would be sweet and kind and attentive but the champagne was flowing through him and he pulls his hair hard. "Do as you are told slut." He hisses and glares at him. "Slowly take dick. trust me if it aches a little now you will be fucking sore tomorrow when I'm done with you." His voice is a low whisper which barely sounded like himself. " You are not just having me once tonight. I'm going to have you over and over again until you cant feel your legs."

Theo: Theo frowns again, swallowing as he rocks himself against Max, small noises coming from him automatically. Eyes flicker back to the phone. Right. He'd forgotten about that. His mind couldn't seem to stay focused, there was so much going on. He does as the man says, his hand resting on his chest to keep himself steady, and he pulls himself up, breath shaking a bit, and lets himself lower again, a low moan coming from his throat. He lets out a small cry at the slap to his already sensitive ass. The words sting, was he not doing a good job? He tries harder, his mind spinning and confused. His head jerks back when his hair is pulled and he bites down on the inside of his cheek. He liked the idea of having him over and over, he wanted to be touched so badly, his body aching for it. He rocks himself on Max some more, hoping he's doing what he wants and that he's doing it well.

Max: Max sighs and the looks at him with an expression of annoyance something the normal max would never dream of doing “ No.. no. For fuck sake you are doing it all wrong. Am I getting anything from this? no I’m not. “ He huffs “ get on all fours.” Max moves him off and then takes off his shirt and trousers. He looks better naked then clothed and within seconds he is holding Theo in place as he roughly thrusts in deep. “Fuck.” He groans and smirks down at the marks on Theo’s ass. “ Do you remember being punished by me Theo.” He asks as he pulls out fully to slam back in again slowly. “Do you remember how I blindfolded you and cuffed you and..” he slaps his ass hard and starts to speed up. “ fucking take my cock and enjoy it because after tonight I won’t be fucking You anymore.” He says with a smirk even though he doesn’t mean it.

Theo: Theo frowns again, he was trying to enjoy himself, but he wanted to please Max, and it seemed like he just couldn't tonight. He moves easily when Max pulls him off of him, and he positions himself as requested. His body lurches forward and he has to bite down on his lip to stifle the cry that comes from being thrusted into so roughly. Stars blind him behind his eyes as Max pushes into him over and over again. He blinks when he's asked a question. The spell has made him so focused on the here and now, it's hard for him to think back. But he doesn't. He doesn't really remember. It's hazy and dreamlike at best. He's confused for a moment but the thoughts are broken when his ass is slapped hard again and he cries out between strangled moans. He bends himself down a little more forward onto his elbows, allowing Max better access, his body aching and begging for more no matter how much it hurt. He can't even question the comment, the movements and Max slamming into him too distracting for him to focus.

Max: Max was lost in the feel of the sex. He Slams in to Theo and moans with pleasure but treats him like a slave he doesn’t even know. He reaches round and starts stroking him in time with each thrust. “ you are such a cock hungry slut aren’t you? Say it Theodore . Tell me what you want right now.” Max gets faster and growls out a moan. With his free hand he scratches down Theo’s back and then slaps his ass again and laughs selfishly enjoying Theo’s body as if it was a toy.

Theo: Theo moans loudly when Max grabs him, shuddering with each stroke. At this rate he wouldn't last very long. Theo bites down on his lip hard, letting out hard breaths. He makes a face when Max asks him to say it. He doesn't want to, that wouldn't make him feel good. He shakes his head. His head falls forward at the nails digging into his back, his mind spinning rapidly at all the sensations and pain. He's not sure if there's tears in his eyes or not, his body reacting instinctively, even if the spell kept him wanting more. The noises coming from him are loud, far louder than they normally would be had he not been under the spell. "More, please." His voice is weak, his subconscious screaming at him for asking that.

Max: Max moves faster with his hand as he wildly thrusts into him. He pants and can tell that they will both come soon. He realises a little too late and comes deep inside Theo with a loud growl. He pulls out and flops down beside him, stroking him till he comes and then catches his eye. For a second the old max is back, He reaches for him and kisses him softly. desperate to show him that whoever he was at the moment wasnt who he really was. He moved over and found a warm coat and wrapped Theo in it. Then laid back down, dizzy and lightheaded. " Five minutes an then we will do it again." he breathes as his wild side appears to take the reigns again

Theo: So much is going on Theo curls his fingers into the floor beneath him, hearing the low growl and feeling Max come inside him. It only takes Theo a moment to follow, his body shuddered, amazed there’s anything left in him, after so many encounters that night. He comes, screwing his eyes shut and wincing slightly as Max pulls out. His arms give out and he crumbles to the floor, rolling to his side, his breath heavy and erratic. His eyes blink open to the kiss, and he melts into it a little. The jacket around him feels nice, and he has that moment of relief after finishing. He swallows, nodding at Max. “O-okay..” He says sheepishly, coming down from his high slowly.

Max: Max stretches and then switches off his phone and lays back down. He looks at the ceiling and yawns which was weird considering he didn’t have to sleep. He looks at Theo and kissed him softly again as if for the last time ever. He then sits up and starts searching for his clothes

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