the sweetest in town ;)

Joel had been living in jackson for just over a week now and he still wasn’t used to waking up in the comfort of a soft bed that he got to call his — not that he was actually used to calling it his. He’d almost felt ashamed about accepting Tommy’s offer and coming back to Jackson with ellie with his tail between his legs after the stuff that happened at the hospital.

He didn’t like to rely on people, but he wasn’t going to let his pride get in the way of a young girl — that he felt an overwhelming amount of fatherly protectiveness for — getting to live a comfortable and safe life.

And he should be happy about getting to see tommy, right? I mean, his little brother had a wife now, a kid on the way, a family. It was a miracle that he was even getting to be a part of that in the world they were living in.

But with seeing Tommy again, meant those awful, disgraceful memories of the things they had both done with one another back in the QZ coming back to haunt him. It was something that always played heavily on his mind, but with tommy gone for more than two years, he was able to push it to the back of his mind. But he couldn’t do that anymore. Not when he was seeing him almost everyday.

And he could tell that Tommy felt it too with the way he looked at him sometimes.

Back in Boston, the two of them tried to play off their sexual encounters as an act of convenience more than anything. It wasn’t exactly easy to just get pussy in a quarantine zone and they were both still two men who had their own needs. So they’d take care of each other. A blowjob here, an ass fucking there, sometimes a handjob if one of them were feeling lazy.

It wasn’t something they’d dare speak to anyone else about at the time and they’d both swore that they wouldn’t. Joel presumes Tommy had kept that promise to this day considering how welcoming and kind Maria had been to Joel.

And it wasn’t like Joel was jealous of Maria or anything, it wasn’t like him and Tommy were even gay, right? It was just two brothers helping each other out when the other got a hard on. It was an apocalypse after all, it wasn’t like either of them were about to go out on the hunt for a one night stand. But with Maria and ellie and even Maria’s damn baby bump separating the two men from ever being alone, it was easier to just pretend that none of it happened.

But not today. Not when Maria had assigned them on patrol together because she figured Joel oughta start helping the town out somehow now that he was living here full time.

It wasn’t that easy to ignore those things when it was just the two of them.

“So, we just ride around here until we see somethin’?” Joel asks, adjusting on the horse to a more comfortable position as Tommy rides alongside him on a horse that he thinks Tommy said was named Shimmer.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Tommy agrees, squinting at the early morning, January sun above him. “Sometimes we don’t even find anythin’. This place is relatively quiet anyway. Guess Maria just wanted to ease ya into your first patrol.”

Joel scoffs shortly, slightly offended that the woman even thought he needed to be “eased in” when he made it from Boston to Jackson without another adult. “Ease me in,” Joel repeats. “Think I know how t’handle myself considerin’ I made it here alive.” He says bitterly.

Tommy turns his head to Joel, snickering at his annoyance. “She didn’t mean nothin’ by it, man. God knows you’ve saved my ass more times that I can count.”

“Saved my ass.” Joel repeats in his head. Fucked his ass more times than he can count more like. Joel doesn’t respond, his face turning slightly red as he wonders if tommy was actually hinting at anything.

Tommy seems to pick up on this as a grin starts to tug at the corner of his lips. Tommy coaxes Shimmer to stop and Joel does the same in confusion. “Pun intended.” Tommy says as he hops off the horse.

Tommy’s back hits something hard that he presumed to be a tree before he could even comprehend what was going on. Joel’s hands were on his hips, pressing him firmly against the oak as his lips collided with the younger man’s, their tongues immediately tangling with one another as they groan in unison.

Joel can’t even remember the last time he was this hard for another person, he thinks the time they had spent apart probably contributed to his raging hard on. He felt his cock pulse a little, his underwear undoubtedly filled with droplets of precum. It made him a little embarrassed if he was being honest, but right now he didn’t have time to do anything other than get his cock out.

He pulls back from Tommy’s lips and reaches down to unbutton his jeans, his breaths coming out ragged and in pants. “You sure that nobody gon’ come out here?” Joel asks, still a little wary of anybody seeing.

Tommy breaths out with humour, turning around to face the tree as he pushes his own jeans and boxers down, his bare, tanned ass being exposed to joel to look at. Although Joel couldnt see his cock, he imagines it’s just as — if not harder than his own considering their age gap. It makes him sad for a little, not being able to see the cock that looked eerily similar to his own but he quickly shakes the feeling off when tommy uses both his hands to spread his ass cheeks, uncovering his brown, puckered hole. “For the billionth time, no. We’re the only ones on patrol this mornin’ and nobody really leaves town for anythin’ else.”

Joel groans, his worries forgotten about when he sees Tommy’s pretty hole. It takes his breath away a little and the urge to drop to his old, creaky knees and devour him feels extremely tempting to give in to, but the more practical act weighed out that thought. Fucking his ass would make more sense, right? They were both not getting any younger, meaning it wasn’t likely that they’d even last that long anyway. Being in that ass meant killing two birds with one stone — they would both be feeling good.

Once his jeans were open, joel pushes his underwear and pants down all the way, his hard cock bouncing up against his stomach. Joel lets a string of saliva drop from his mouth and hit Tommy’s hole and while massaging it in, he notices that tommy was bare down there — cleanly shaven.

Was he preparing for this?

Tommy, completely lost in the feeling of Joel’s large thumb circling his asshole is finally dragged from his daze when he hears a sound he doesn’t hear often from his brother. A laugh. It’s a barking, almost embarrassed kind of laugh and it makes Tommy’s gut tighten.

“Did you do this for me, brother?” He asks, removing his thumb from the area and slowly pushing his middle finger past his tight ring of muscle.

“Ahh, fuck,” tommy groans before responding. “W-what? Did I do what f’you?” He responds, dropping his hands from his asscheeks and bracing them on the tree in front of him, arching his butt back into joel to chase that pleasure despite the slight stretch.

Joel grins as he watches tommy squirm a little on his finger when he crooks it inside of him just right — hitting that p-spot. “Shave. Or does Maria just have some kinda ass kink ya haven’t told me about.”

Tommy smirks, biting down on his lower lip as Joel’s second finger joins his first. For a second tommy feels a little overwhelmed at the feeling especially considering the lack of lube but he quickly begins to relax at the familiar sensation, his asshole greedily sucking him in as he anticipates his brothers cock. “Mmm — don’t flatter yourself. S’just because we have access to razors h-here.” The younger man lies.

But Joel doesn’t push for the truth, he can’t be bothered in all honesty because all his mind is on is the thought of burying himself inside of that tight, gummy hole of Tommy’s, lord knows he’s waited long enough. “You ready f’my dick?” Joel asks hoarsely, grunting under his breath when he feels Tommy clench around his two digits.

Tommy moans, arching back even more into joel as he groans in such a way that if someone wasn’t aware of what was happening, they’d probably mistake it for pain. “Eager?” He teases weakly, although tommy himself was just as — if not more — eager to feel joel. He’d stayed up countless nights, his pregnant wife sleeping in his arms as he thought about this very moment. His brother, fucking his deep and rough to make up for all that lost time.

Joel hums, spitting down on his cock and stroking jt up and down, twisting himself a little at the base like he knew he enjoyed before pressing himself toward Tommy’s taut hole. He wasn’t in any way prepped enough for this, joel thinks. Back in the Qz, the two of them would usually use some expired petroleum jelly to loosen each other up. He supposed that tommy will find it hard sitting on his own ass for a couple days.

“Fuck man,” tommy hisses, tensing up a little yet pushing back eagerly at the same time. “Just do it, put it in.”

Joel rolls his eyes, his hand moving up tommy’s spine and pushing between his shoulder blades while his other held him by the hip “Can’t do it f’your all tensed like this, dipshit. Loosen up, would ya?” He replies, his tone sounded annoyed when he was anything but. More desperate than anything.

Tommy would usually come up with a smart, sarcastic answer to his brothers demanding, but with his age, he was already about ready to bust a nut all over himself, something he wanted to hold out on for when Joel was inside of him, fucking him open on his cock. The younger man takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth.

Almost immediately, Joel notice’s Tommy’s hole relax a little, his ass cheeks less clenched as he grounds himself. His voice comes out low, almost embarrassed as he notches himself at Tommy’s ass. “Atta boy, nice and easy.”

And his tone is almost praising, isn’t it? Kind of like the way he’d comfort tommy when he was little, crying in his room over his father giving him a beating, or when the anniversary of momma’s death would come around. The familiarity of his brother washes over tommy and he finds himself liquifying in front of him as Joel pushes in a couple inches.

It burned, it wasn’t like pornos where a guy just spits on his finger to use as lube and it magically starts to feel good. Joel was forcing him open uncomfortably, but he knew he hadn’t any other choice than to take it, to feel it and wait for that pleasure to come.

Joel keeps pushing his hips forward, slowly at that, never rushing until finally, he was sheathed inside of tommy — full six inches gaping his brothers ass open for him. A loud groan breaks free from his chest at the tightness in which tommy was squeezing him. With the way Tommy’s face was slumped against the oak, both his hands attempting to dig their finger nails into the tree and the way his mouth fell open told him that this was a lot to take. That tommy had tensed up much more than he would’ve liked these past years of them being apart.

Joel’s hand sneaks around Tommy’s body as he keeps himself still inside him, wanting to give him time to get used to the temporarily uncomfortable sensation. He finds Tommy’s hard cock in an instant, it’s slightly thinner than his own but no less in length. He wraps his hand around his shaft and begins to stroke him, similar to how he would stroke his own cock. Tommy assists in making the experience a little easier by spitting onto his own dick, lubricating the situation.

“Just like that? That feel good?” Joel asks, his own fingers digging into Tommy’s hip with the effort it took to keep himself still. Tommy just nods, his voice coming out quivering and hoarse.

“Just fuck me, Joel. Please, I’ll — I’ll get used to it.” He implores, his voice breaking embarrassingly. Joel didn’t need much more than that.

He draws his hips back slowly, not pulling out fully, just a couple inches before thrusting back in. He sets a rough, slightly uncalculated pace of fucking Tommy, his hand dropping down to squeeze the flesh of his ass.

“Jesus — so fuckin’ tight, tommy,” joel grits, his breath puffing out raggedly as his lower belly collides with the top of Tommy’s ass rhythmically, creating a lewd clapping sound that made both men’s faces heat up in embarrassment.

“S’what typically happens when you haven’t had a — jesus — a dick in your ass in two y-ears,” Tommy punches out, feeling himself start to sweat from the pressure of Joel’s dick and the way he was being jerked off. His balls were already started to draw up and considering joel was older than him, he guessed his weren’t far off doing the same if not right now. He feels the sensitivity in his tip start to increase significantly, so much so that Joel’s hand and cock feel overstimulating now. “Joel gonna — haaah — gonna cum, just keep fucking me, right there,”

And Joel just can’t stop the moan that comes tumbling from his mouth at his little brothers confession. He was just right there, wasn’t he? Fucking into Tommy’s prostate perfectly to the point that he was almost jealous of the pleasure tommy must’ve been feeling. Fuck, did he owe him a good railing after this.

“C’mon, m’right behind ya. Gonna fill this fucking hole,” Joel grounds out his response through clenched teeth. He looks down and takes the time to appreciate the way Tommy sucked him so impressively. It was quite the imposing sight considering the amount of time tommy has been out of practice from this kind of sex and with their lack of warm up. It makes Joel feel a sense of pride for his brother, one that made his insides warm and fuzzy and his cock twitch as tommy clenched around him.

Tommy’s dick starts to spurt in Joel’s grip as he jerks him through his orgasm, his own cum coating his covered lower stomach, undeniably staining his flannel shirt. “Fuu-uck, fuck, fuck me — f-fuck me.” Tommy almost whimpers from the inordinate amount of pleasure that crashed through his body, particularly his groin. Joel’s moans and groans turn distorted behind him as he slumps against the tree and he thinks — thinks — Joel might be filling his ass. But if he was honest, he wasn’t quite sure if he would even be able to tell if he tried with the copious amount of seed still erupting from his exhausted tip.

Meanwhile behind him, Joel’s hips start to stutter almost immediately after tommy starts to cum, some of the creamy substance actually coating parts of Joel’s hand as he tried to keep stroking his younger brother through his climax. With the way Tommy’s ass was squeezing him so tightly, and the sounds the younger man was crying out was enough for Joel to completely loose control.

This rope tied within him snaps completely, his cock twitching rapidly as string after string of DNA — the one his brother didn’t particularly need considering the shared the same — filling his behind. It had been a little over a year since Joel had sex or even masturbated for that matter considering he was on the road with Ellie and even before, him and Tess didn’t have a particularly frequent sex life. He presumes tommy does considering his wife is knocked up and they are still in their “honey moon stage” as Maria put it one day.

With this being the case, the load that Joel filled Tommy with was obscenely large, overflowing from Tommy’s taut and dripping down to his balls. The mess was something fierce but Joel wasn’t able to think about that right now — he could hardly even speak, just stuttered cursed and pleas to someone, tommy maybe, he wasn’t sure.

And for a while, the two of them just stay there, dripping of each others mess and heaving as they try to regain some breath.

They doubt this will be a one time, helping-each-other-out, thing.

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he’d start with his fingers and listen to your moans while he fucked you with them, gauging how satisfied you were with his ministrations. your legs would fall open as you wordlessly asked for more, but it wasn’t for a quicker pace or additional finger. you both knew what you really wanted.

“i’ll go real easy on you, honey. take real good care of you,” he’d whisper with a kiss to your nose before slowly sinking into you. the stretch had you instantly wrapping your legs around his waist while he hovered over you, beginning to thrust into you slowly. the fullness had you dizzy with pleasure and clenching around him like a vice. “there’s my girl. just needed her daddy’s dick, huh?”

jack would keep a steady pace so you were neither unsatisfied nor overwhelmed. he’d stay that way until he felt you growing closer, quickening his pace ever so slightly to bring you to the edge. but just before you get there, feeling needier than before, you whimpered a quiet “daddy?” and jack slowed down.

“yeah, honey? did i hurt you?” jack returned.

“no. i just. . .i w- want something,” you said meekly.

jack cupped your cheek with such tenderness that you almost wanted to cry. “what is it, princess?”

“i want your cum, daddy. want you. . .filling me. is that gross?”

jack gave you a little smirk. “no, baby, ‘course not. that gonna make you feel good? daddy fucking you full?”

you nodded all too quickly. “m- mhm. so good.”

“then that’s what you’ll get.”

jack withdrew his cock to remove the condom that’d been on previously, discarding it in the small trash beside your bed. then, gently, he returned to his position and pushed the head of his cock through your folds. only with a “ready?” and nod of confirmation did he enter you completely.

your blissed out expression has jack immediately setting the pace again, pressing kisses to your neck while he thrusted into you. “yeah, that feels better, huh, princess? my girl needs to get stretched so full.”

you clawed at his back, rocking up into his thrusts, and, fuck, was he right: it felt so much better, and you were so fucking close. “mhm, feels so. . .so much better, daddy.”

jack grunted as he rocked his hips into you, a sign that he was right on the edge with you. “you’ll feel so good when i fill you up, baby. mark my sweet girl with my cum.”

that little comment had you clenching around him harder, and finally, you whined, “can i cum, daddy? please, please, please?”

“yeah, baby. cum for your daddy.”

with all the permission you needed, you released around jack’s thick cock, moaning loudly as you painted it with your juices. simultaneously, jack finished inside you, hot spurts of cum filling your needy hole just like you’d wanted.

“that what you wanted, honey?” jack smiled, pressing a kiss to your mouth.

“mhm. but we probably made a big mess. . .”

“oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” jack whispered. “daddy’ll take care of everything.”

you knew that what you and jim were doing was wrong.

hawkins wasn’t a huge town after all — if people found out what you’d both been doing together, you’d be crucified. gossip spread like wildfire around here so good thing this was the last time.

or so what you both had told yourselves.

you’d landed this job by a mere fluke. flo — the previous secretary of hawkins police station had given up her job four months ago, retired. and luckily you had just happened to have some office qualifications and got in.

by no means was the job easy — you practically worked your ass off everyday and sometimes even stayed after hours to get some of the never ending paperwork done.

but there was one person that made your days a little less stressful — well, that’s what a good fuck’ll do to you, right?

jim hopper, hawkins chief of police.

this whole thing between the two of you — something you weren’t even sure you’d call a romance started right around your second month on the job.

at first, jim was fine. professional, a little cranky at times and sarcastic. he didn’t hassle himself with getting overly close to you, just came in, did his job and went home. but you were sort of drawn to him. like a moth to a flame. did it come from having no father figure in your life whatsoever? likely. but he was just.. real. he said what everyone else was afraid to say they were feeling. he was straight up, no fucking around and had that dry kind of sense of humour that you’d catch yourself chuckling at every once in a while.

so one night, while working late in the office you and jim.. sort of just happened. a rough fuck over his desk was the start of everything. and now, as much as you both tried to convince yourselves that it was wrong and that you needed to stop, you both couldnt seem to get enough of the other.

it was one of those mornings that made you not want to get out of bed. the weather was gloomy, a little wet from the fall rain but still had that kind of beauty to it that made everything feel cozy.

the office was warm when you made it inside, your desk just the way you left it. you checked your watch, 6:23 am.

you liked to get in early. it made you feel productive, like you were achieving something before most people had even made it out of bed.

you set your bag down and settled into your chair with a sigh, already starting to look over your schedule of whatever bullshit you had to put up with today, but a familiar voice pulled you out of your concentration.

“you’re here early,”

jim.

you turned your spinning chair around to face him and was met with him standing in the doorway of his own office. you, out of habit and maybe nerves fixed your hair, a surprised chuckle escaping.

“i could say the same thing about you, chief,” you mused, standing up and adjusting your skirt, taking a couple steps in his direction. “what’s got you out of bed?”

his expression stayed neutral but you could see that underlying amusement in his eyes. “just thought i’d get a head start on lookin’ over some of that paperwork on the spray painting incident.”

“really?” you smiled, clearly unconvinced. “so you didn’t come to see me?” you cocked your head to the side, a cheeky grin crossing your lips.

you shouldn’t be doing this.

this is wrong.

jim seemed to stifle a noise, shuffling on his feet. “hm. i don’t know, maybe i did. might just have to come into my office and find out.” he mumbled.

you snorted. “is that your attempt at flirting?”

“just get your ass into the fucking office.”

and that’s how you ended up here — jim waiting expectantly on his office chair, legs spread invitingly as he watched you unbutton your blouse.

“i hope you know that this is the last time, kid. we seriously have to stop after this.” he said, trying to sound responsible despite the fucking tent in his pants.

he was whipped and he knew it.

“mhm. last time, totally.” you nodded in mock seriousness, pouting in an authoritative looking manner to mirror his own. you unbuttoned the last of the buttons and allowed your baby pink blouse to fall open, your white, lacy bra coming into view. you bit your lip as jim’s eyes spilled over your figure, taking in those full breasts of yours, your nipples which were peaked in anticipation slightly visible through the thin material.

“fuck,” he groaned head tilting back. he signalled you over with two fingers, an action that could’ve made you cum on the spot itself. you strutted teasingly slow over to him and as soon as you were in reach he pulled you by your wrist into his lap, manoeuvring you so you were straddling him. you squealed a little at the sudden action and soon his hands were up cupping your breasts. “you look so beautiful in lace, you know that?”

your throat tightened a little as his words. it was something so small but it wasn’t often that hopper complimented you like that. it was usually just some lewd comment about your ass or how your legs looked in a certain outfit — not that you didn’t enjoy those ones — but this one just felt a little different, tender maybe?

“i guess i do now.” you whispered, voice breathy as you leaned in to capture his lips with your own. he tasted of coffee and something else you couldn’t quite place, something just.. uniquely jim, you guessed. he responded to the kiss eagerly, shifting you in his lap so he could flip up your pencil skirt, hands grabbing greedy handfuls of your thighs until they eventually drifted up to the matching panties you were wearing. his fingers found your already over excited bundle of nerves over your underwear and they pressed down on it as you both made out.

the feeling made you moan against his lips, tongue now sloppily exploring his mouth as you bucked your hips into his hand. the feeling was so delicious, even more so with the layers between the two of you.

you pulled back breathlessly, hands travelling up to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath your palms. “do you have a condom?”

he heaved a breath, face slightly flushed and lips pink from the bonne bell strawberry lip smacker you had applied before work. he lifted his hips up while keeping you on his lap and reached into the butt pocket of his khaki pants — pulling out his leather wallet. he opened it up and pulled out a trojan from it, holding it between two of his fingers and smiling like he’d won a prize.

you giggled at his face, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “you’re an idiot.”

“hm,” he hummed, hands cupping your waist and thumbs stroking idle circles into your skin. “but you still want this idiot to fuck you. so.. that makes you a bit of an idiot too, doesn’t it?”

you shrugged, grinning at his playfulness, something that was rare for jim, especially in work. “maybe it does,” you rocked your hips into his own in an experimental grind, humming when you heard him groan at the sensation. “how about you get to it then, idiot?”

“fine then.. idiot.” he replies in a mocking, slightly bratty-child tone. you shifted back on his lap enough for him to get his fly open, his hands working the button and zipper of his work pants. “up,” he orders, tapping your hip but you didn’t budge. he looked at you with a confused expression, clearly not expecting this sudden adamancy.

you flushed a little, crookedly smiling as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. “want you to.. keep your uniform on.”

you pulled back and you were met with the cockiest goddamn smirk that it almost made you wish you hadn’t said anything.

“you like my uniform, honey?” he asked, clearly amused.

“oh shut up,” you grumbled, manoeuvring yourself a little awkwardly to pull his boxers down while still on top of him and freeing his hard cock from his pants that were hardly down his thighs. you fisted him and jim immediately groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your soft hand around his dick. “goddamn, someone’s eager.”

you moaned softly, leaning into his lips yet again and giving his cock a shallow stroke while you clumsily tore the condom open and took it out of it’s wrapper, fumbling with it a little while rolling it onto his cock. hopper kissed you back, hands travelling under your skirt to pull your panties aside, the cheap material ripping a little at the rough action. jim hiked your skirt up just above your lower belly, exposing your cunt to his lap.

“just want your cock jim,” you whined.

hopper chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “yeah, i can see that. pussy’s dripping all over this damn uniform, trouble.” he said in a slightly mocking tone, as if he found it amusing how aroused you became around him.

“mm, it’s all for you,” you hummed, voice breaking into a whimper when he collected your slick from your hole and brought it up to your clit, massaging your sticky fluid into that bundle of nerves. your hips twitched forward at the sensation, head tipping back as pleasure washed over you.

“come on, baby,” he encouraged, his other hand caressing your side. “ride my dick. show me just how much you need me.”

that was all the encouragement you needed. you took his cock into your hand rubbed it against your slick hole, teasing yourself a little by putting it in and taking it out a couple times. you dug your nails into his shirt clad shoulders and in one swift movement, you sunk down onto his length, your pussy greedily swallowing him up and your walls welcoming him gracefully. jim wasn’t huge in length but he was thick so he never failed to hit that spot inside you and the anticipation for that moment was enough to slick you up even more.

hoppers head tipped back, hanging awkwardly off the chair as he felt your heat envelope him so comfortingly. the feeling of your wet walls hugging him so damn tightly was enough to nearly make him loose it. he had been thinking about this all morning so hopefully he didn’t really show his age and cum in seconds. “jesus, sweetie. she’s squeezing me so tight.” he grunted, his hands going to your hips supportively.

“fuck, jim,” you breathed, your head dropping forward and thumping gently against his chest. you let yourself sit with the feeling of him stretching you, you always found this angle a little more intense.

“take your time,” he comforted in a surprisingly soft voice, one of his hands holding the back of your neck, his thumb stroking idle circles into your skin as you regained your bearings.

you pressed a kiss to the material of his shirt, rolling your hips experimentally just to feel his member graze your swollen g-spot. you bit your lip, moaning through your teeth when you felt his dick put such a perfect amount of pressure on where you needed it the most.

“that’s it honey, get yourself used to it before you get to bouncing.” he instructed, his fingers finding their way to your scalp, his blunt nails scratching you there.

“feels good,” you mumbled, pulling your head back from his chest and looking up at him. he looked so beautiful like this, so masculine with his uniform on and his hat. before you could over think it, you plucked the hat from his head and with a sheepish smile, put it on the top of your own head. you giggled and brought your hands to his shoulders as you started to ride him with more intention now, rolling your hips a little more confidently.

he let out a breathy laugh, looking up at you while he guided your hips. “what’s this all about? trying to be a cowgirl?”

you hummed thoughtfully. “well, i think i ride you pretty well.” you moaned.

“hm. suppose that you do.” he agreed, his hands sliding up your torso to cup your covered breasts, kneading them in his hand while you moved your hips in a steady rhythm.

you let out a choked sound, adjusting your position so you could start to bounce a little unsteadily in his lap, the backs of your thighs now starting to thud against his own partially covered ones.

jim moaned, the sound a little startled from the sudden determination in your moves. “fuck, kid. gonna make me cum if you keep that up.”

your lips parted in a messy moan at his words and the feeling of your clit rubbing off his skin. “god, just keep talking,”

“yeah?” he asked, his fingers starting to dig a little painfully into your now bouncing, covered breasts. “you like when i talk dirty to you, doll?”

you could only respond with a half moaned “mhm,” too focused on the task at hand to think of something hot to respond with.

“yeah, i think you do,” he replied for you. “think this pussy likes it anyway. can feel it twitching around me. you gonna cum, sweetheart? you gonna cum on my cock?”

soon, the only response you could say was a babbled “gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum,” before you were gushing on his cock, your fluid running down his length and making a mess of the thin hairs at his base. your bounces started to become uneven so hopper took over, using his big hands to bounce your wrung out body in his lap to get himself closer to his own climax.

“s’too much, too much jim,” you whispered urgently, your head falling forward into his shoulder.

“hold on, m’nearly there, oh, fuck,” he grunted.” “here it comes,” he spilled into the condom with a broken groan, hands squeezing your waist as he fucked himself through the last spurts of his orgasm. you groaned tiredly into his shoulder, relieved when he finally stopped bouncing you on his cock.

“goddamn,” he breathed, rubbing your back a little. “made a bit of a mess, huh?”

“mmhm. too bad we did this in your office. means you have to clean it up.” you quipped, slowly pulling out of your hazy, post-orgasm state.

jim raised his head at that immediately. “hey — what? that’s not f—”

“not fair?” you giggled, slipping off of his lap and rummaging through one of his drawers to look for something to wipe yourself down with, coming across a couple of deli napkins — good enough. “i seem to recall you saying the exact same thing to me last week when we did activities like this at my desk.” you argued, wiping between your thighs quickly before balling the thin napkins and tossing them in the trash can underneath jim’s desk.

jim looked up at you with a clearly unimpressed face, grabbing your blouse and tossing it to you while pulling the used condom off of his softening length with a grimace.

“think of it this way,” you smirked. “we won’t be doing this again, as you said, so, this’ll be the last time you’ll have to do this, right?”

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