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maybe it’s testament to how well he distracts you that you don’t notice the elevator isn’t moving until he plucks the files out of your hands. sees your eyes flicker to the dead panel on the top of the elevator buttons, then chuckles when they widen. drawls a pity, the elevator doesn’t seem to be working. don’t think the cameras are working either, huh? and watches you come to the correct conclusion. smiles when you look back up at him, cheeks already flushed. you’re so pretty when you’re right where he wants you to be.

elias brushing his lips against yours lightly and pulling away. hums a those documents aren’t urgent, are they? when you make an aborted move to chase after his lips. laughs again when you glare, then leans in to kiss you proper, this time, warm and insistent. elias dropping the files at your feet, presses you against the railing on the side of the elevator.

caging you in with his arms with eyes sparkling when your hands come up to brush against his biceps. you should have known that he has controls to the elevator, shouldn’t you? should have known that the moment the doors close you’d be trapped in here with him, his hands sneaking up your skirt? he remembers the way you put it on this morning, curve of your ass bouncing under the fabric when you tugged your stockings on. had to keep himself from grabbing you just so you could get to whatever meeting you had at frostheim on time.

he regretted letting you leave, though, so this is the situation you find yourself in: elias’ fingers slipping into the elastic of your underwear, his forehead tipped against yours, his breath sugar-sweet on your lips. doesn’t kiss you, no, not when his name is falling in such delicious whimpers off your tongue. your hands tightening on his biceps when he circles a fingertip around your entrance, keeps another grinding lightly on your clit. you’re so pretty, moaning his name.

so dirty too, letting him touch you in a space meant to carry so many people. maybe you’re thinking about what it’ll be like to ride this lift after, smell of your cum lingering in the space. maybe you’re thinking about what it’ll be like to take this lift to the staffroom in the weeks after, thighs rubbing against each other remembering the way his fingers slide into you, long and steady and sure. or maybe you’re thinking about what will happen if the doors slide open right now, and everyone sees what a mess you are, letting your head fall backwards against the elevator wall as you make a creamy mess on his fingers. kisses your forehead. maybe you shouldn’t be thinking at all, just cute little breaths coming out in puffs against his lips when he crooks his fingers just right.

replaces his finger on your clit with his thumb just so he can stretch you a little more, slip a third finger inside of your warmth. you’re already so wet, so warm around his fingers. can’t imagine how good you’re going to feel when you fit snugly around him later. you do want him in you later, don’t you? better make sure he preps you enough to take him then. make sure you’re relaxed enough and pliant in his hands so he can push into you, make sure you’re wet enough that he has no problem seating himself all the way in you like he did last night.

nosing down your jaw, nipping at your earlobe. feels your orgasm crest before you do, your back arching against the railing in a white-out that drives you to tip-toes. elias grinning and pressing a kiss into your gasping mouth so he can swallow the sweet of his name. dear heart, you don’t think this elevator is soundproof, do you? did you want to get found out?

god, when you go boneless after you cum it makes it so much easier for him to turn you around, prop you up against the railing. elias kissing your cheek, one hand on your tummy to support your weight while the other hand hikes up your skirt. elias musing that he should have taken off your underwear. look what a sticky mess you’ve made on the black cotton.

you manage out an it’s your fault before he’s laughing. it’s true! it is his fault! tilting you back with his clean hand and holding you against his chest so he can kiss you in apology. he should have been more careful. but how could he, when he just wants you so bad? wants the sugar rush of taking you right here?

and god, he wants you bad. can’t you feel it? pressing against the soft of your ass? elias taking himself out and sliding himself against the slick on your underwear. chuckling at the way you press back immediately, shaky hand slipping between your legs to tug your panties aside. in such a hurry, dear heart. but he’ll indulge you.

pushing his head against your entrance. so warm and wet for him. slowly inching his way in. so good, fuck. the railing is supporting most of your weight now when you push back against him, walls absorbing the best of your whimpers. elias’ breath coming in short. you’re so sweet, letting him take you like this. letting him press into you until he’s nearly fully seated and you’re clenching around him trying to get used to his girth, teeth sunk into your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back his name. he’ll help you, here — slips his fingers into your mouth. groans when he feels your tongue slip clumsily between them. you can taste yourself on them, can’t you? can taste the remnants of his cum from where he came in you last night?

something something elias letting you get used to his size again and starting to move. goes slow at first, but when your back arches and your teeth sink slightly into the second knuckle of his fingers he can’t help but go faster. it’s sloppier than he’d like, and definitely messier than the nights (and mornings) you spend in his bed, but he’ll take it. he’ll take all of you. elias’ clean hand snaking under you to grope at your chest. briefly considers unbuttoning your blazer and your shirt just so he can roll your nipple between his fingers in the way you like, then decides against it. too much to straighten up before he lets the doors open again.

kisses the nape of your neck instead. snaps his hips against yours, fills the elevator with obscene plaps. you can hear how wet you are, can’t you? elias pressing kisses across the back of your neck, the softness a far cry from how he’s treating you below. you’re so perfect around him, so good like this. he could get drunk on you all the time, you know? feels you clench when the whispers reach your ears, and it makes him chuckle again. good to know he’s making you feel good too.

something something cumming again around his cock, tightening around him when you moan around his fingers. elias groaning when you pulse around him, riding out the waves of your orgasm on the length of his cock. feel so good always, dear heart. even when you’re in an elevator with him and you both got places to be.

speaking of which, better make sure you don’t leave traces of this escapade anywhere, hmm? better let him cum inside. watching you nod frantically, eyes glassy. reads the sweet please? in your gaze, right before you tip into overstimulated territory. well. he can’t deny you, can he?

cums in spurts inside of you. kisses you tenderly right above your collar, mouth open and panting when he paints the insides of you white. something something pulling out with a groan and nearly seeing the white of his cum oozing out between your puffy lips. catches it with his fingers, stuffs it right back into you. oops, better keep that inside! he’s the janitor, sure, but it won’t do if someone else sees evidence on the floor before he’s able to reach his mop, right?