284: Moar Porn crossover. XD
Title: Lessons on Knowing Your Place
Fandom: Tron/Scarecrow & Mrs. King
Pairing: Edward Dillinger Jr./Lee “Scarecrow” Stetson
Edward Dillinger Jr./Alan Bradley
Warnings: NC-17 and a crack crossover and AU
Disclaimer: I own and regret nothing. ^^
Edward Jr. glared across the room, at the agent who had a smug look on his face. The computer programmer growled muffled insults into the tie that served as his gage. He twisted his hands around the bed post, trying one last time to squeeze his slender wrists out of the almost loose enough hand cuffs.
This hadn’t been what he was expecting when Lee “Scarecrow” Stetson had phoned him at work and told him to come over during his lunch hour. It had started off promising enough. His back against the wall, Stetson holding his wrists against above his head, and all but devouring his mouth in hungry kisses. It had been everything Dillinger Jr. didn’t know he craved. Surprisingly strong for an older man, Lee had ripped open his shirt, sending buttons scattering about on the floor. And then the agent had wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him into the bedroom.
And there it had stopped. Now he was cuffed standing to the bed, gagged and utterly frustrated. And by the smile that spread over Stetson’s face that was exactly what he wanted. Edward growled again made a gesture towards the clock. He didn’t have time for this sort of game. He was going to be late getting back. Lee looked towards the clock, then back to Dillinger. “We’re running my clock, Mr Dillinger. Not yours.”
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Dillinger returned to Encom two hours later. He rubbed his wrists absently and tried not to have that awkward limp that was always inevitable when taking a damn horse cock, he swore. He ignored the looks of his fellow department co-workers as he sat at his desk, running his hands though his already mused hair. He glanced at the bruising that was starting to appear on his wrists from struggling against those cuffs. He sighed and was about to get to his work when from behind him rang, “A word with you in my office, Edward.”
Edward tried not to groan at Alan’s words. He pushed away from his desk and stood from his chair, cringing slightly at the tenderness of his ass. Christ did Lee have to fuck him THAT hard? Sometimes he thought having gone to jail would have been a better arrangement.
The young programmer followed Alan into his plush corner office and closed the door, turning the blinds. Well that was never a promising sign. “I know I was late getting back,” Edward began though he fell silence when Alan raised his hand.
“Two hours late,” Alan said as he sat on the corner of his desk. “And before you start, no I’m not interested in your excuses.”
Which was good because Dillinger didn’t much feel like explaining he was late do to a spy fucking him raw. “It won’t happen again,” the programmer said. What else could he? When Bradley was silent he took that as his cue to leave. However when he reached the door he felt the taller man behind him, an arm reaching around to lock the office door. Dillinger swallowed thickly. Oh god…
“Alan… Please,” Edward said softly, putting his hand over the older man’s which had come to rest on his stomach. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it. Lord knew he did. But Christ he was so sore already and he didn’t want to answer the questions that would arise from the marks Stetson had left.
Bradley had never known Dillinger Jr. to refuse him and mean it. But he detected something in that tone that suggested he might be serious. He straightened and turned the younger man around, noticing the way Edward kept his gaze averted, the slight pink of his cheeks hard to miss though. Alan gently turned the young programmer’s eyes to his own. “You’re not getting out of this office without a punishment, Edward. Standards have to be maintained.
“So punish me later,” Dillinger snapped. “I’ve got work to… Ah!” His hand flew up to his hair, which was being tightly fisted by Bradley.
Alan guided Edward towards the couch in his office. He sat down on it and forced his employee to his knees between his legs. “Don’t forget your place, Edward,” the silver haired man said sternly. He kept a hold of Dillinger’s hair as he worked his belt loose and his pants open.
Dillinger stopped struggling, met with the prospect that he was not about to get fucked again. Eager for the alternative he was being offered he pushed aside Alan’s hand and finished working his pants open, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to expose his superior.
Before he began, Edward removed his glasses and brushed his hair back out of his face. He then settled on his knees between Alan’s and leaned down, mouth slightly agape as his stretched his lips over the man’s ample size. It never failed to drag a moan out of him with that first taste. Despite Dillinger’s desire to make this last, the way Bradley was pushing on the back of his head, this was destined to be quick and dirty.
Knowing the flow by now, Edward Jr relaxed his throat, but kept his lips a tight seal, beginning to bob his head in a steadily increasing rhythm. He flicked his eyes up, able to clearly see the older man so close. He loved watching the expressions of pleasure flit across board member’s face. He somehow always managed to remain dignified, in the midst of passion.
The silver haired programmer leaned his head back, his lips parted as he let out soft puffs of air, keeping his moaning to a minimum, which Edward always believed came from experience of having done this before. It was always just a question of whom.
His musing was cut short as this was going to be even faster than he’d initially thought. Fingers tightly gripped his hair once again, held his head still as Bradley moved his hips, slamming his arousal into the back of Dillinger’s throat, nearly gagging him. But Edward Jr. had learned to control his gag reflex thanks to Mr. Bradley. Another doze thrusts and it all came to an end. Alan refused to release Dillinger’s hair, which gave him no other option but to swallow.
When every last bit was swallowed the senior programmer released Dillinger. Alan went about seeing himself to rights and glanced at Edward who was doing the same. “I expect that report on my desk by five, Edward,” Alan said by way of dismissal.
The young programmer rose and straightened his vest, running fingers in an effort to fix tussled hair. He was still a little short of breath, feeling utterly used, but completely satisfied by it. Alan was not an overly cruel man and moved forward and fixed Dillinger’s hair that he’d failed to do. “Five, Edward.”
Edward Jr. nodded before turning and exiting Alan’s office to return to his own.
Fandom: Tron/Scarecrow & Mrs. King
Pairing: Edward Dillinger Jr./Lee “Scarecrow” Stetson
Edward Dillinger Jr./Alan Bradley
Warnings: NC-17 and a crack crossover and AU
Disclaimer: I own and regret nothing. ^^
Edward Jr. glared across the room, at the agent who had a smug look on his face. The computer programmer growled muffled insults into the tie that served as his gage. He twisted his hands around the bed post, trying one last time to squeeze his slender wrists out of the almost loose enough hand cuffs.
This hadn’t been what he was expecting when Lee “Scarecrow” Stetson had phoned him at work and told him to come over during his lunch hour. It had started off promising enough. His back against the wall, Stetson holding his wrists against above his head, and all but devouring his mouth in hungry kisses. It had been everything Dillinger Jr. didn’t know he craved. Surprisingly strong for an older man, Lee had ripped open his shirt, sending buttons scattering about on the floor. And then the agent had wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him into the bedroom.
And there it had stopped. Now he was cuffed standing to the bed, gagged and utterly frustrated. And by the smile that spread over Stetson’s face that was exactly what he wanted. Edward growled again made a gesture towards the clock. He didn’t have time for this sort of game. He was going to be late getting back. Lee looked towards the clock, then back to Dillinger. “We’re running my clock, Mr Dillinger. Not yours.”
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Dillinger returned to Encom two hours later. He rubbed his wrists absently and tried not to have that awkward limp that was always inevitable when taking a damn horse cock, he swore. He ignored the looks of his fellow department co-workers as he sat at his desk, running his hands though his already mused hair. He glanced at the bruising that was starting to appear on his wrists from struggling against those cuffs. He sighed and was about to get to his work when from behind him rang, “A word with you in my office, Edward.”
Edward tried not to groan at Alan’s words. He pushed away from his desk and stood from his chair, cringing slightly at the tenderness of his ass. Christ did Lee have to fuck him THAT hard? Sometimes he thought having gone to jail would have been a better arrangement.
The young programmer followed Alan into his plush corner office and closed the door, turning the blinds. Well that was never a promising sign. “I know I was late getting back,” Edward began though he fell silence when Alan raised his hand.
“Two hours late,” Alan said as he sat on the corner of his desk. “And before you start, no I’m not interested in your excuses.”
Which was good because Dillinger didn’t much feel like explaining he was late do to a spy fucking him raw. “It won’t happen again,” the programmer said. What else could he? When Bradley was silent he took that as his cue to leave. However when he reached the door he felt the taller man behind him, an arm reaching around to lock the office door. Dillinger swallowed thickly. Oh god…
“Alan… Please,” Edward said softly, putting his hand over the older man’s which had come to rest on his stomach. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it. Lord knew he did. But Christ he was so sore already and he didn’t want to answer the questions that would arise from the marks Stetson had left.
Bradley had never known Dillinger Jr. to refuse him and mean it. But he detected something in that tone that suggested he might be serious. He straightened and turned the younger man around, noticing the way Edward kept his gaze averted, the slight pink of his cheeks hard to miss though. Alan gently turned the young programmer’s eyes to his own. “You’re not getting out of this office without a punishment, Edward. Standards have to be maintained.
“So punish me later,” Dillinger snapped. “I’ve got work to… Ah!” His hand flew up to his hair, which was being tightly fisted by Bradley.
Alan guided Edward towards the couch in his office. He sat down on it and forced his employee to his knees between his legs. “Don’t forget your place, Edward,” the silver haired man said sternly. He kept a hold of Dillinger’s hair as he worked his belt loose and his pants open.
Dillinger stopped struggling, met with the prospect that he was not about to get fucked again. Eager for the alternative he was being offered he pushed aside Alan’s hand and finished working his pants open, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to expose his superior.
Before he began, Edward removed his glasses and brushed his hair back out of his face. He then settled on his knees between Alan’s and leaned down, mouth slightly agape as his stretched his lips over the man’s ample size. It never failed to drag a moan out of him with that first taste. Despite Dillinger’s desire to make this last, the way Bradley was pushing on the back of his head, this was destined to be quick and dirty.
Knowing the flow by now, Edward Jr relaxed his throat, but kept his lips a tight seal, beginning to bob his head in a steadily increasing rhythm. He flicked his eyes up, able to clearly see the older man so close. He loved watching the expressions of pleasure flit across board member’s face. He somehow always managed to remain dignified, in the midst of passion.
The silver haired programmer leaned his head back, his lips parted as he let out soft puffs of air, keeping his moaning to a minimum, which Edward always believed came from experience of having done this before. It was always just a question of whom.
His musing was cut short as this was going to be even faster than he’d initially thought. Fingers tightly gripped his hair once again, held his head still as Bradley moved his hips, slamming his arousal into the back of Dillinger’s throat, nearly gagging him. But Edward Jr. had learned to control his gag reflex thanks to Mr. Bradley. Another doze thrusts and it all came to an end. Alan refused to release Dillinger’s hair, which gave him no other option but to swallow.
When every last bit was swallowed the senior programmer released Dillinger. Alan went about seeing himself to rights and glanced at Edward who was doing the same. “I expect that report on my desk by five, Edward,” Alan said by way of dismissal.
The young programmer rose and straightened his vest, running fingers in an effort to fix tussled hair. He was still a little short of breath, feeling utterly used, but completely satisfied by it. Alan was not an overly cruel man and moved forward and fixed Dillinger’s hair that he’d failed to do. “Five, Edward.”
Edward Jr. nodded before turning and exiting Alan’s office to return to his own.