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Betcha thought I'd given up on these, didn't you?! x3~ Probably should have but...they're fun. Gotta make them better but here ya go.
The only sound in the room was their mingled harsh breathing. He felt weary and boneless, slipping from the still quivering body slick with sweat, saliva, and other bodily fluids. He watched the rapid rise and fall of his lover’s chest for a moment before leaning, more slumping, towards it to lap at the splattered creamy mess.
“You are taking this a bit far, aren’t you?” A drowsy garbled voice asked above his head as a trembling hand tangled into the loose mass of black hair trailing and matting against his skin.
Kimblee looked up with half lidded amber eyes, smirking. “Not really.”
“Oh really?” A slight tug on the inky hair had the taller man inching over his body following the hand. “You sneak into the building, hide in my office, lock the door, then proceed to screw me on top of my very nice desk for hours on end. You don’t find that a bit extreme?”
He wasn’t fooled by the aggravated voice or the harsh treatment to his scalp. Not when a hardened mass was currently stabbing him in the stomach. That earned the blonde an arched brow and a chuckle when a faint pink hue danced across already flushed cheeks. He leaned up as far as he could stretch to give the man a salty kiss. The pleased purr that spilled over Jean’s lips was all he needed. He slipped back into the well prepared passage with a grunt and licked his way into the familiar mouth.
He was willing to take the risk.
The only sound in the room was their mingled harsh breathing. He felt weary and boneless, slipping from the still quivering body slick with sweat, saliva, and other bodily fluids. He watched the rapid rise and fall of his lover’s chest for a moment before leaning, more slumping, towards it to lap at the splattered creamy mess.
“You are taking this a bit far, aren’t you?” A drowsy garbled voice asked above his head as a trembling hand tangled into the loose mass of black hair trailing and matting against his skin.
Kimblee looked up with half lidded amber eyes, smirking. “Not really.”
“Oh really?” A slight tug on the inky hair had the taller man inching over his body following the hand. “You sneak into the building, hide in my office, lock the door, then proceed to screw me on top of my very nice desk for hours on end. You don’t find that a bit extreme?”
He wasn’t fooled by the aggravated voice or the harsh treatment to his scalp. Not when a hardened mass was currently stabbing him in the stomach. That earned the blonde an arched brow and a chuckle when a faint pink hue danced across already flushed cheeks. He leaned up as far as he could stretch to give the man a salty kiss. The pleased purr that spilled over Jean’s lips was all he needed. He slipped back into the well prepared passage with a grunt and licked his way into the familiar mouth.
He was willing to take the risk.