I Hope That I Communicate The Craving

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Which was why Axel had barged into their tent now, eyes lit up with determination as they approached the desk that Torch was at for the night. She looked up at Axel with a confused and concerned expression. Expecting something to be wrong. Well, boy, were they going to get a fun little news flash.

"Torch," Axel bemoaned, "If you don't fuck me tonight I'm going to die."

"Axel," The Bandito laughed as his lover approached him, wrapping seals arms around their neck and peppering the side of their face in kisses. These kisses began to lower themselves further down any exposed skin. Torch had foregone his hoodie and beanie, wearing just his plain green t-shirt stretched across his pecs and the looser pair of sweat pants he put on for the night when he remembered. She was always perfectly content to fall asleep in her jeans if she needed to, but Axel had always remined her to get comfortable.

"I have to keep working." Torch mused, but the tone was weak willed and ended in a breathy gasp as Axel sunk his teeth into the side of her skin, kissing the nibbled on expanse of neck.

"I know you do, sweet thing," Axel hummed playfully, "Which is why I figured out just the thing we can do to help us both out."

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Torch's pants were around their ankles now under their desk, and Axel's head had found a resting spot on her shoulder as seal pressed his sweaty forehead to the fabric of the shirt. He used the back of the chair to hold on to, gripping the back tight in his fists as he rolled his hips downwards to meet Torchbearer's. Slipping their cock deeper inside of him with every downward thrust.

Torchbearer, for what it was worth, was really trying her best to concentrate on the work she was doing. If she did just enough, she could in fact write down the next important battle plans while using a free hand to grab at Axel's thighs and yank him into a momentary stillness when a word got too messy. It made Axel whimper into her ear, though, which only made her cock throb inside of him all the more.

"Fuck, Torchhhh," Axel moaned as he bit his neck with a playful grin, "You feel so good. I missed feeling you like this. Such a good boy."

The praise made him whimper, but he tried to keep writing. His mind was foggy with pleasure as the buildup of Axel's desperate humping began to grow too much.

"You stopped writing," Axel gasped playfully, "You finished for the night?"

"No," Torch tried to sound even behind the moan she let out as an answer, "Just a few more legers and then-."

"Hey, eyes up here."

The tone was a familiar, dominating one that had Torchbearer's eyes casting away from their work and up to Axel. Axel kept eye contact, hands finding his lover's face. He cradled Torch's face in both palms, stroking at his skin and squeezing his bussy around her cock on purpose. Smirking when she parted her lips to moan softly at the sensation. Axel placed one of his thumbs in her open mouth when she did, allowing the camp leader to suck on it languildy as he continued to speak:

"You've been working nonstop on this plan for a week," Axel murmured, "You've double checked everything. Nothing is going to go wrong. You're stressing too much, and you know what always helps you with stress, huh puppy?"

Torch's face was red with emberassment, but the nickname made him whine softly and nod as he let his tongue swirl around Axel's thumb for a moment longer. They sucked on the digit languidly, until Axel pulled it from their mouth and pushed them back so he could sit up straight in their lap. Adjusting made her cock shift inside of him, and his hips twitched up needy in an effort to chase the velvety warmth of his lover.

"Ax-Axel-!"

"Go on, tell me what always helps you."

"Cu...Cumming in you."

"Yep." Axel kissed the tip of his nose, "Now lay back, baby, and I'll give you what you need."

Torch finally relented, putting down his paper and pencil and leaning back in the chair. As he exhaled, Axel put his hands on eithers ide of Torch's shoulders and smiled, using it to slowly begin his motions again and speed up. Torch let his hands find Axel's hips instead, head falling back over the chair and her jaw going slack as she moaned into the air of the tent. Axel purred at the sight, leaning forward and sucking a large mark into her adam's apple as she exposed it to him.

The more focused on the sensation of his lover, the faster Torch's edge approached them. Soon he was pushing his hips upwards to meet Axel's thrust, gripping their hips and using them as leverage to slam his lover up and down his dick. Axel moaned at the feeling, letting their tongues clash together and hide their moans as Torch's dick stilled inside of him. As she filled him with ropes of thick cum, so much so that it all but leaked around her cock.

One thrust. Two. A final third and Torch slumped forward. Her head rested against Axel's heaving chest, who laughed and moaned as his own orgasm chased its after effects. Kissing the top of Torch's sweaty forehead, Axel brushed some of the baby hairs sticking to his neck and sighed contentedly.

"Feel a little better?" Axel mumbled curiously.

"Mhm." Torch softly grumbled back, "Thank-you."

"You're welcome, now, come on. Let's get you cleaned up and we can lay down and cuddle for the night."

"But I still have work to-."

"Torchieeeeeeee-!"

"Alright! Alright, I'm sorry, I'm coming."

"You already did that," Axel pecked his lips and eased his way off of his lover's lap, "But we can plan on another round when we lay down if you want."