#kaf

Kat took a second to appreciate the sight in front of her: Rafael, hunched over his desk under lamp light, his vest hanging open, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. The lamp light accentuated the soft lines of his cheekbones, of his jaw, the random lighter strands of hair coming in at his temples. Her lips pulled into a small smile unconsciously, and she knocked on the door frame gently, raising her brows when he looked up at her. 

“Did I lose track of time again?” 

She huffed out a laugh and stepped into his office, closing the door behind her. “No, no, you didn’t. I moved our reservation to Friday.” She stopped next to him, leaning on the side of his desk. 

Rafael sighed, dropping his pen and turning his chair, his hand finding hers. “Why?”

“I didn’t think you’d fully be there, that’s all. And I thought a night relaxing would be better worth our time.” Kat squeezed his hand. “You’ve been prepping non-stop all week.” 

“I know, I just… this case is complicated.” He let go of her hand, smoothing his palm up her thigh, stopping just under the hem of her skirt. “Rape by impersonation technically–” 

“–Isn’t a crime, I know.” She shifted closer to him, teasing as he pushed back from his desk. “You’ve talked it to death, Raf, and you know I think you’re doing the right thing. But right now, I’m here to get you to take a break.” 

He tilted his chin up, raising a brow. “That sounds like you have an idea.” 

Kat bit her lip and nodded, sinking to her knees in front of him. She smoothed her palms up his thighs, her shoulders dropping when he caught her hands with his. 

“We’ve talked about this, Kat.” 

“Oh, come on, guapo,” she whined. “It’s been two years. You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it?” 

“Oh,” his pupils dilated. “I promise you, I have. But I don’t trust myself not–” 

“To pull my hair, I know. But I trust you, and that has to count for something.” 

“Kat…” 

“Rafi, I want to.” She shrugged, tugging her hands from his and continuing to smooth her palms up his thighs, just brushing against his crotch. “Sit on your hands. Please? Just once?” 

Rafael watched her for a few moments, his hips and jaw shifting each time her fingers brushed against his crotch. She could see him hardening in his slacks, could see his resolve slipping, until he sighed. “Okay, okay.” 

She grinned, shifting closer to him, her lower abdomen warming. 

“Ah,” he interrupted, giving her a stern look. “Not so fast.” He pushed back from her and stood, methodically closing the blinds in his office, clicking the lock on the door, his arousal more obvious as he moved around the room. He slipped his vest off and unbuttoned his slacks, his suspenders allowing him to shift them down just enough. He made a show of sitting on his hands and then raised a brow. 

Kat bit her lip again, trailing her hand up his thigh again, this time palming him through his slacks. She trailed her nose along the inside of his thigh as she stroked him, shifting closer on her knees, still sitting on her heels. She met his eyes as she tugged his shirt from his slacks, unbuttoning a couple of buttons to open it at the bottom, to keep it out of her way. 

He was watching her intently, his breathing measured but unwavering so far, but she could see a faint blush on his cheeks, and it deepened as she pulled his cock out of his briefs, above the waistband so there would be no risk of his zipper snagging the sensitive skin. She spit in her hand and pumped him slowly, circling the tip with her thumb. 

Her own cheeks were flushed; she could feel it, and she gave him a sweet smirk. “Did you know your cheeks only ever blush like that during sex? Every other time, it’s always your neck.” Her stomach clenched at the thought, at knowing she was the only one who got to see it, got to cause it. 

“Yet you blush all the time,” he murmured, his voice rough, but not quite raspy. “How’d that work when you were a spy?” 

She hummed, wetting her lips. “Control, and not having a hot fiancé who likes to tease.” And then she rose to her knees, swiping her tongue along the underside of his cock before taking him into her mouth. His groan, deep and raw and unexpected, went straight to her core, and she took him deeper into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, letting her eyes close for a few minutes, to savor him. 

His cock was heavy on her tongue, the musky taste matching his natural smell with a hint of salty. The skin was soft against her lips as she slowly bobbed her head, and his breathing was getting heavy, quiet groans escaping him. She pulled away, focusing on his tip while her hand pumped the rest of him, and she flicked her tongue in the small slit, between her legs warmthing to an almost painful level as she tasted his precum for the first time. Kat trailed her lips down him, gently sucking as she opened her eyes again, looking up at him. 

His eyes were half-open and trained on her, his lips slightly open. His tongue darted out, wetting them, when she met his eyes, and her name came out strangled. 

She kissed back up his cock before swallowing him again, bobbing her head and hollowing her cheeks, her thighs pressing tightly together. She took a few deliberate deep breaths, preparing herself, and met his eyes again as she took him deeper into her mouth, until his tip and a bit slid into her throat. 

Rafael’s head fell back, and his thigh tensed under her hand. “Mierda, Kat, Jesus fuck,” he moaned, his voice going higher like he was angry or overwhelmed. 

Kat smiled around him and pulled back after another moment, breathing through her nose to catch her breath, her tongue twirling around him. She was out of practice and knew she wouldn’t be able to take all of him, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try. So she did it again, taking a couple of inches into her throat, and bobbing slowly until his hips started to jerk. 

Then she pulled away, pumping him with her hand while glowering up at him. “You’re not going to hurt me, papí. Let go.” 

His chin fell to his chest, his voice raspy. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” 

“You weren’t my first everything, you know.” And then she took him back into his mouth, back into her throat, and swallowed. His eyes closed, a moan escaped him, his thigh tensed further under her hand, and his hips jerked, less controlled. So she did it again, and when he hardened further in her mouth, she pulled back and hummed at the same time. His cock jerked in her mouth, and she hummed once more, moaning as he came on her tongue. 

She swallowed, only pulling away when he relaxed back into his chair, resting her cheek on his thigh as she caught her breath. Between her legs was pulsing, but she ignored it for the moment, smiling at him as he opened his eyes, chest heaving. 

He shifted, pulling his hand from under his thigh to stroke her cheek. “You okay?” He rasped. 

Kat nodded, her thighs clenching. “Never better.” 

“You didn’t have to–” 

She flicked his knee, cutting him off. “I wanted to. I like getting you off, the same way you like eating me out.” 

His eyes darkened again, and he sat up with a quiet groan, tidying things on his desk just above and behind her. “Speaking of,” he pushed back again, giving her room to stand. “On the desk.” 

Kat sucked in a breath and did as he asked but not before reaching under her skirt and pushing her underwear off, letting them fall to her feet, and then the floor as she sat on the desk. 

Rafael grabbed them and raised a brow, smirking at the wet spot. 

“Oh, shut up and make me cum.” 

He chuckled, a dark, sensual sound, scooting forward and between her thighs. “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.” 

She squeaked as he tugged her closer to the edge of the desk, pulling her knees over his shoulders. He was slightly hunched over, and she ran a hand through his hair to grasp the back of his neck. “You’re going to hurt your back.” 

Rafael rolled his eyes, trailing his nose up her inner thigh. “I feel like you only ever call me old during sex.” 

She shivered and leaned back on her other hand, looking down at him. “I wasn’t calling you old. I was calling out a fact of life.” 

He shoved her skirt around her hips, looking at her through his eyebrows. “My back will be fine, I assure you.” His nose trailed further up her thigh until it brushed her labia, and his tongue traced the crease of her thigh. He smirked against her as she shivered again, and then traced her slit. 

“Rafi, c’mon,” Kat whined, able to feel herself clenching around nothing, her stomach twisting. 

“Patience, querida, patience.” His breath brushed against her, and she shivered again, and then he pushed his tongue into her. 

A breath escaped her as his tongue pushed into her, just barely, until he found her clit, circling it. And then he flattened his face against her and sucked, and a moan ripped from her throat. 

“Quiet, Kat,” he murmured, teasing. 

She clenched her lips together, each whimper almost embarrassingly high, even while muffled. 

He slipped a finger into her, and she clenched around it immediately, her stomach heaving and clenching at once. She lowered herself, knocking something to the ground, and bit her arm to muffle herself. He slipped another finger into her, thrusting them slowly at first, teasing her clit with his tongue, and her stomach tightened even further. 

She pulled her arm away from her lips, just enough to whimper out his name, her eyes squeezing shut and her other hand tightening in his hair. She felt him smirk against her, and then he did the ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, right against her G-spot. That was all it took for the knot in her stomach to burst, and her thighs tightened around his head, her fingers pulled at his hair, and her back arched off the desk as she bit her arm. 

Rafael’s movements slowed, but only until her muscles relaxed around him, and then he sped up again. She was overstimulated, her thighs twitching next to his ears, her gasps sounding more like sobs. She knew he was giving himself time to recover, but he knew how to play her like the law, his fingers finding the right spots inside her, his lips sucking at just the right strength, his tongue pushing against her clit at the right times. She came again in no time, and this time she pulled at his hair, pulling him away, as her muscles relaxed. 

He smoothed his hands along the outside of her thighs, resting his cheek against her inner thigh, pressing soft kisses to the skin there as she came down. 

When she could breathe almost normally and her toes had stopped tingling, she pushed herself back into a sitting position, a laugh escaping her as she took him in. His hair was sticking at all angles from her pulling on it, his lips slightly swollen, the bottom half of his face shiny with her arousal. She plucked a tissue from the box on the corner of his desk, gently wiping his face as he looked up at her with that look that was saved for her. 

He stood when she was done and brushed her hair behind her ear, his other hand still smoothing along the outside of her leg. “You alright?” 

“More than alright. Is your mouth clean of gluten?” Kat asked, already urging his mouth to hers. 

He responded by pressing his lips to hers, his hand resting on the side of her throat, his thumb caressing her jaw. She grasped the back of his neck tightly, pressing herself as close to him as possible, their noses smashing together as their tongues danced. This wasn’t the first time she could taste herself on his lips, but it was the first time the taste of him mingled with it, and warmth bloomed in her stomach again, spreading closer to her fingers and her toes with each second. 

Rafael pulled her leg around his hip, grinding against her, his cock once again hard, sliding against her, against her clit. He pulled away, whispering against her lips, eyes searching hers, always checking. “Yes?” 

“Yes, please, fuck,” she responded breathlessly, reaching between them to line him with her entrance. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he buried himself inside her, stretching her, filling her, and she dragged his lips back to hers. She trailed her hand up his torso to wrap it around his shoulders, wanting to be as close as possible, even with their clothes between them. It was absolutely salacious, being connected to him like this in his office, but she’d never felt closer. 

Maybe it was because it was their anniversary, or maybe it was because he trusted her trust in him by letting her suck him off, or maybe it was the fact that they were doing this in his office, or maybe there was no reason. But she wanted to savor it, and she tightened her leg around him, a shaky hand resting under his ear, her thumb brushing his cheekbone, murmuring breathlessly: “Stay.” 

He nodded almost imperceptibly, pressing closer to her, his hand leaving her leg to wrap around her waist. They were pressed as close as possible, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, lips to lips, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. Her body warmed even further, absolute adoration and love and understanding pumping through her veins, and she tried to push it through her kiss, and his hand tightened around her waist, and she knew he knew. 

And she knew he felt it, too. 

He slowly started to move against her, barely withdrawing from her before pushing back in, the drag of him inside her creating just enough friction for the warmth across her to turn tingly. She had to drag her lips from his, her breath coming out in low whines against his cheek. “Rafi,” she whimpered, grasping the back of his neck tightly, her other hand moving to clutch the back of his suspenders, needing anything to hold on to. “Harder–fuck–please?” 

“Anything,” he gasped out, his breath warm on her cheek, and he trailed kisses down her cheek, her jaw, her throat, until his forehead could rest in the crook of her neck, increasing the sharpness of his thrusts against her as he went, burying himself in her again and again, until his hips were snapping against hers. His hand dropped from her throat to between them, his thumb finding her clit. 

She was babbling in time with his thrusts, seemingly only knowing three words at that moment: “Rafi,” “fuck,” and “yes.” The tingling grew stronger, turning to pulsing under her skin, and then small electric shocks. Her head dropped to his shoulder, her babbling turning into gasps. 

Rafael was grunting lightly in her ear, and in the back of her mind, she acknowledged that it was a good thing they were wearing clothes; skin-on-skin would no doubt be much louder if they weren’t. He shifted angles, now hitting her G-spot with each hard thrust, and she clutched his suspenders tighter, her knuckles burning. “C’mon, mi amor, I’ve got you,” he rasped, his arm tightening around her waist. 

“Rafi,” she whimpered, “Please.” 

“I’ve got you,” he moaned, “Mierda, Kat.” His hips jerked unsteadily against hers, his breath heavy in her ear, and then he gasped, “Come, now.” 

And she fractured, her entire body going fuzzy, and she bit his shoulder to muffle her small shriek. He buried himself in her one last time, and she felt him pulsing inside her, felt his warmth fill her, heard his deep groan against her neck before her ears rang and she lost herself in the static of her orgasm. 

When she came back to her body, Rafael was breathing more evenly in her ear, his hands smoothing up and down her sides. She let go of his suspenders as she slouched against him with a small whine, her body still a little fuzzy. “Was that a good enough break?” 

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Better than good. It’s even going to get me to go home, though I have a feeling that was your actual goal.” 

She hummed and nodded against him. Kat let her leg fall from his hip as she pulled back, massaging the back of his neck and giving him a lazy, satisfied smile. 

He smiled back, kissing her quickly, and spoke against her lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” She kissed him chastely before leaning back on her hands, rolling her neck. “We’re going to have to figure out dinner now, though.” 

“We have leftovers.” Rafael plucked a few tissues from the corner of his desk before pulling out of her and gently wiping between her legs. He tossed it in the trash and grabbed her underwear, sliding it over her feet and over her thighs as she slid off the desk. He smoothed her skirt back over her legs and raised a brow as he rebuttoned his slacks. “Alright?” 

She nodded, her brows pinching as she reached up, running her hands through his hair. She did her best to smooth it out, but eventually gave up with a sigh. “Your hair might give us away.” 

“And whose fault is that?” He deadpanned. 

“Oh, you like it, and we both know it.” She smoothed down his tie and stepped to the side so he could gather his papers. “You should probably bring some cleaning wipes with you tomorrow, wipe down your desk?” 

He nodded absentmindedly, “Probably, but I’m not going to lie, mi amor, all I’m currently thinking about is getting home with you.” 

“Oh.” She smiled to herself, a pursed, bashful smile. “Well, I’m ready.” 

Rafael slid his papers into his briefcase, grabbed his vest, and then slid his blazer on, holding out a hand. “Me, too.” 

Kat intertwined their fingers and unlocked his office door before letting him tug her out. They almost smacked into Olivia and Sonny just outside the antechamber. 

Olivia looked surprised, speaking as she took them in, her voice confused. “Oh, Barba, just who we were–” 

Rafael sighed, tightening his hand around Kats. “Can it wait until the morning, Liv? We were just on our way home.” 

“I–” She looked over them again and smirked. “Yeah, it can wait until the morning. Anniversary dinner?” 

Kat’s lips twitched. 

“Something like that,” Rafael replied, pulling Kat away and tossing a “Good night” over his shoulder. 

Kat couldn’t help it: she giggled incredulously. “She so knows.” 

“Probably.” 

Sonny and Olivia watched them go, and Sonny spoke quietly. “Do you think they just–?” 

“Yes.” 

“In his office?”