#cortus

The undignified squeak had not gone unnoticed by either man. Titus had just enough control to pause mid-thrust and  look over his shoulder just in time to see Khara’s retreating form vanish from the doorway. For a second neither said a word, taking a moment to process exactly what had just happened, before Cor’s shoulders started to shake and he dropped his head onto the desk, muffling his laughter. Reassured that he was not about to be castrated for their sudden bout of exhibitionism, Titus covered Cor’s body with his own, resting his forehead on Cor’s shoulder and allowing himself to laugh.

“You motherfucker,” Cor gasped out between chuckles “You said you’d locked the door.”

“I thought I had, but it’s pretty hard to focus when your partner’s hand is on your cock.” Titus’ snicker turned into a choked-off moan as Cor thrust back on him. “The door’s still open.” He groaned.

“You have thirty seconds to shut it, lock it and get back over here.” Growling Titus bit Cor’s neck before reluctantly pulling away and moving across the room to shut his office door. He was midway through locking the door when he heard Cor quite literally brush everything off his desk. Looking back over his shoulder he gave Cor a blank look. Cor winked, carefully setting the computer on the floor prior to laying out across the desk. “You try being bent over a desk for fifteen minutes, it’s not exactly comfortable.” He reasoned.

Wasting no further time Titus finished locking the door and in a few swift steps was between Cor’s thighs. Cor grinned up at him, stretched his arms above his head and wrapped his legs around Titus’ hips. He took the hint and thrust back into his partner.

“Fuck” Cor gasped, clinging onto Titus’ wrist with one hand while the other clung onto the desk for dear life.

“That’s what we’re doing, yes.” Had the man not been hitting his prostate with each thrust Cor would have slapped him on principle alone. “Shit” Titus hissed. So focused on one another neither man registered the familiar sound of warping until there was a cry of disgust. Titus stilled immediately, his grip on Cor’s hips tightening to the point the Marshal hissed in pain and pushed his hands away. Muttering an apology, it was only as he pulled out once more that Titus noticed the owner of the noise. There, outside of the window, Kukri embedded into the window frame, was Ulric. Following his gaze Cor turned towards the window.

“Fucking-” He rolled off the desk in his panic, grabbing his trousers from where they’d been discarded earlier.

“Ulric!” Titus roared, sprinting towards the window. A small part of him was highly amused by the panicked screech Ulric let out as he warped away. Throwing the window open he just managed to catch sight of Ulric running off with two other Glaives before they were out of sight. He sighed heavily as he closed the window once more.

“Titus,” Cor muttered from somewhere behind him “As much as I love you, we are never having sex outside of the apartment ever again.” And as much as he wanted to argue it, he couldn’t help but agree. Cor appeared at his side, fully dressed and holding Titus’ own pants. Passing the items of clothing over, Cor leant in to kiss his jaw. “See you tonight. I’ll cook dinner and we can plan Ulric’s inevitable death.”

Groaning Titus wrapped his arms around Cor’s waist and pulled him close. “Astrals I love you.”

-

“You were right,” Nyx whined as he dropped into the seat beside Pelna. “The Captain is hung and I’m going to be dead by this time tomorrow.” Luche snorted as he reclaimed his seat.

“You were the dumbass who decided it was a good idea to warp onto the Captain’s window ledge.” Libertus blinked slowly. Looking between the pair before turning his attention to Crowe. She simply shrugged.

“Some of us like being alive, but go them.”

“I told you” Pelna slurred, pointing his beer at Nyx “I bloody told you.”

“It was Luche’s idea!” Nyx protested

“I was going to stand outside the door!” Luche shot back “Not look through his damn window! I can go my entire life without ever needing to see the Captain’s cock!”

“It wasn’t a cock! It was a fucking Behemoth! And the Marshal wasn’t much smaller!”

Sighing Crowe leant against Libertus “How did we get stuck with their dumbasses?” She asked. Libertus snorted and downed the remainder of his drink.