horny ace rights

Another heavy moan from the house behind him solidified the decision.

"Fuck…"

Scott's voice carried thickly through the air. Abolish started packing the tobacco into the paper.

He wasn't paid enough for this.

He had been doing a routine patrol through the town, when he had noticed the window to the clinic was pushed slightly open, and had heard quiet voices filtering out into the night air. Why the Doc hadn't rescinded Scott's invitation by this point, Abolish couldn't begin to understand. He had paused, but the discussion had sounded calm enough that he hadn't felt the need to intervene. He wished he had, because by the time he realised what direction the conversation was going in, it was far too late to stop it.

Scott couldn't have closed the goddamn window behind him, at least? Abolish thought bitterly. He brought the cigarette up between his lips, freeing up his hands to check he had easy access to a stake. With stake in hand, he raised a finger to the end of his cigarette and summoned the power he usually used to light the lantern hung at his hip. He'd run out of matches a week ago.

He took a long draw, savouring the warmth of it against the chilled air of the night.

"—so pretty on your knees—"

Scott was just quiet enough that Abolish didn't hear the full string of babbled praise. That explained why he hadn't heard anything from the Doc for a moment, though he didn't imagine him to be particularly vocal in bed.

… Not that he thought about what the Doc would be like in bed, of course.

God, this mission had gone so far past the initial briefing.

He wondered for a moment if maybe he should be going in there and stopping the series of increasingly bad decisions Legundo was making. But his job was to simply make sure Legundo didn't go down a path that put innocent people in danger. Giving his murderous ex-husband a blowjob wasn't the best decision the Doc had made, but it certainly wasn't the worst.

Abolish idly twirled the stake in his hand as he took another draw of his cigarette. He couldn't bring himself to begrudge Legs. Abolish had been watching Legundo's stress levels slowly and steadily rising as the weeks trapped in Oakhurst dragged on. He knew something was going to give — and soon — so he had been trying to make plans on how to mitigate some of the risk. He hadn't got to the point of considering putting the man on his knees, but…

Well, now the image was being so viscerally presented to him, he couldn't really argue with the fact that it would be some damn good stress relief for him.

Just a shame about his choice in partner.

"Fuck, there that's— Fuck."

Of course Scott was vocal during sex. Abolish leaned back against the stone wall of the back of the clinic and closed his eyes for a second.

He opened his eyes again at the sound of quiet footsteps crunching on the gravel. He locked eyes with Cleo, who was crossing from the fields back to her house. They paused, clearly taking in Abolish's expression.

"—fucking good to me, baby—"

Cleo visibly winced as Scott's words were cut off by a particularly loud moan.

'My sympathies,' they mouthed at Abolish. He gave them a grateful nod, and they hurried on their way.

"—there fuck, don't stop—"

At least it sounded like things might be drawing to a conclusion soon.

Abolish didn't want to have to light another cigarette.

He hoped this would be a one off situation, and Legundo would come to his senses quickly. Maybe he just needed to be reminded that there were other (better) options.

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A/N: Slowly easing myself into feeling brave enough to write smut again with the divorce au horrible toxic polycule being idiots :) Maybe Abolish should put Legs on his knees after this......

The most frustrating part of the job was organising the reports from the field. Most agents were not used to having to write up reports on such… personal matters, and that lead to some interesting outcomes. Reports usually varied wildly, from being far too vague and awkward to be useful, to being so full of exaggeration and self-aggrandising that they were entirely unbelievable.

Which was why it was always a breath of fresh air to be handed a report from Abolish Veylocke. Succinct, to the point, with the exact amount of necessary detail and not a bit more.

Abolish did not engage in work that required sending reports to the AR department often, but he had managed to earn the respect of the entire department regardless. His detailed map of the Winter Baroness’s private suite was framed in Dell’s office. (Ten agents had been killed attempting to get any information on the Baroness. Abolish won her over in a week).

Dell had been slowly working through a pile of cross referencing when there was a quiet knock on their door, and they looked up to see a very tired looking Abolish entering their office.

“Master Veylocke,” they said, their voice fond but professional. Abolish gave them a nod, and placed a folder on their desk.

“From my latest mission,” he said in explanation.

He was out the door without further comment. Dell frowned down at the folder. It was thick, multiple pages placed within, and neatly labelled.

‘Scott Goldsmith’ was written on the front, in Abolish’s sharp handwriting.

Dell flicked the folder open. Inside was a report, with four appendices attached. It was ten pages long.

It was for a single encounter.

He’s interested in sex, but in the same way he is interested in eating and in socialising. It’s a means to make himself feel good, and to get what he wants. He can use it as a threat or a manipulation tactic, and he uses it often in social bargaining. He knows what he likes, and while he’s definitely able to prioritise his partner/s pleasure if that will get him what he wants, he much prefers when sex is just about other people making him feel good.