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Babe, I got you

I've been rewatching Series 4 currently and let me tell you, Series 4 is a good look for Greg. It awakens lots of feelings.

Has a thing for going in from behind. He loves seeing that adorable ass of yours stuck up so submissively for him, only him. Your hair sprawled across your shoulders, curves bouncing with every motion, backed arched up into him, what’s not to like? Spanking an obvious plus. Dry palm crashes down, fingers clutch, grabs and shakes as he presses his front to your back and snarls in your ear, “You like that, huh?” Another spank. “Such a bad girl.”

Another solid go-to is his desk. An arm sweep of the paperwork, pens, and pencils - all for a midday quick one - makes the clean freak’s heart seize up. Across that flat hardwood slate, he thinks that you can do no wrong. He’ll push you over the edge face down or face up. Face down: hands find sturdiness with strong grips at your hips. Face up, he loops your ankles around the back of his undercut - securing both you and your pleasure, an unmatched angle. He stands where his chair would normally be: a space for his knees to bend as he thrusts and thrusts.

Still, he doesn’t leave the desk chair out of it. When you get super needy, he loves to lean back, rest his hands on your sides, and kiss your neck as he lets you have your way with him - time and time again. The order of things can switch, but two things will happen when he sits down in that chair: getting on your knees and sucking him off, perching yourself on his lap and riding him relentlessly.

Bonus: Really really really likes being between your legs. It’s what he lives for: lying you down, head to the pillow, back against his sheets, toes curling in his peripheral vision. He is sure there is no better pastime, no better sight, than eating you out, peaking a glance up, and taking in your riled state. Whether he’s overstimulating you, denying you, warming you up, as he gives, he receives as well. 

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[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck.

Would they end up doing it again? 

When Orochimaru began kissing him, Sasuke attempted to reciprocate. Not fast enough. Already, Orochimaru pulled away from his lips and moved down, plastering his neck with kisses instead. It wasn’t unwelcome, just unexpected. Maybe there was something on his mind again, emotions that he wanted to distract himself from. …Or maybe not. There was no point in asking and even so Orochimaru had a reputation of being inscrutable. 

Sasuke tilted his head sideways a bit to grant Orochimaru better access. Hands began touching his chest and the skin above his collar bone. He wasn’t uncomfortable. For the first time, Sasuke wondered when this development had occurred. The last months were a blur with constant changes and challenges. Pinpointing an estimated date was hard. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he attempted to figure it out. Before the auction? Aft—er?

Don’t space out, Orochimaru’s teeth made that message clear. It caused Sasuke’s eyes to snap open. For a moment, he thought to feel Orochimaru smirk against his skin but the impression was too fleeting to last. He exhaled sharply, a sound somewhere between a hiss and a sigh. It really didn’t matter, not now at least. 

“You’re brash, you know that?” But Sasuke wouldn’t complain. He somewhat gently pushed Orochimaru’s face away from his neck by using his palm, then pulled him up to kiss his temple. It wasn’t meant to be loving. Sasuke knew how to let out his inner brat.