#request it

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"Sevika, see to it that any evidence of Jinx being at the warehouse is properly disposed of. I need her to stay out of the spotlight until everything dies down." Silco spoke, looking up from the papers on his desk to look at Sevika who stood to his right. Sevika quietly stepped out from behind his desk, walking over to the door.

"Lock it behind you. I don't want any more visitors."

Sevika nodded and closed the door behind her. Silco could faintly hear the jingle of keys followed by the lock sliding into place. He let out a sigh and finally let himself relax into the chair. One glance up at the empty ceiling beams where Jinx would normally be sitting, drawing up some blueprints, reminded him of exactly why he had been tired. All day he'd gone from meeting to meeting, trying to reassure the other chairs that the situation was under control and that they weren't under attack. Of course, the situation wasn't actually under control, but they didn't need to know that.

Jinx had been collecting some supplies for one of her newest inventions. From what Silco remembered from her coming in to show him the blueprints, it seemed to be another shark themed weapon. This one would shoot small canisters of gas that could explode on command, creating a smoke shield that would obscure her enemies vision and allow her to escape.

Silco doubted she'd use that to escape. Jinx never ran from a fight, despite how much he's all but begged her to run from a fight when she bit off more than she could chew. She'd more than likely use it for one of her more dramatic entrances where she liked to scare her target before she actually went in for the kill.

To get the specific ingredients she needed for her little smoke bombs, she had gone into the warehouse of the Chem-Baroness herself, Margot. An up and coming leader of Zaun with her weapons and poison proficiency. Despite how many times Silco offered to just buy the supplies from the other heads, Jinx insisted on stealing them for herself, claiming it taught her how to sneak into places better. She ended up blowing half of the warehouse up when she'd gotten herself caught. This forced Silco to go and spend a good chunk of his day trying to make amends with Margot before she sent anyone after Jinx or any of Silco's establishments. The entire thing was a headache, and Silco had already reached his limit after taking his daily dose for his eye just an hour or two earlier when Jinx came to let him know she'd be out all night collecting supplies again.

Silco rubbed his face and looked down at the papers scattered around his desk. Reports from Piltover and his own people in Zaun needing to be looked at. Being the eye of Zaun was exhausting. Silco stared at the papers before pushing them further away from him. The Nation of Zaun had been waiting for years. It could wait a few hours while he took a much deserved break.

Silco pushed his chair back slightly, moving a hand to his crotch. It'd been a while since he'd relieved himself like this. Silco closed his eyes as he palmed himself through his pants. The friction was good, but not enough. Not nearly enough. Silco started to imagine someone doing this for him. Maybe they'd be hidden under the desk, hands on either side of his thighs keeping them spread open. The thought of someone's warm hands on his inner thighs, keeping them wide open made him aroused. He'd be desperate to close them around the other persons head. He could imagine their lips pressing open mouth kisses to the bulge in his pants, tongue occasionally flicking out to tease him. A shuddering gasp left his lips. Suddenly his pants were too tight and this chair was far too uncomfortable.

Silco didn't wait another moment before relocating himself to the worn, leather couch in his office. He threw his jacket off on the cushions and sat down on the couch, propping himself up on some pillows. He closed his eyes once again. Now where was he...? Oh, right. He started to palm himself through his pants again, but the stimulation wasn't enough. He groaned and opened his eyes, glancing towards the door. Was he really going to do this? He was acting like he was in heat, so desperate for any kind of stimulation that he didn't care where he did it. Silco sucked in a deep breath before moving to unbutton his pants. After the fourth button he was way too impatient, growling into the air. Finally the last button was undone and he pulled his pants, along with his boxers, down enough to free himself. The cold air in the office brushed by his aching cock, eliciting a soft moan from his throat. He cursed quietly, he was being far too loud for this. Silco reached over to grab his jacket, balling up the sleeve to bite down on it like a gag.

The idea made the arousal pool low in his gut. Silco wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, dragging his hand up and down, slowly collecting the precum that had already started dripping down from his tip and using it as lube. He groaned into the sleeve, his grip tightening just slightly. His mind pictures the imaginary person kneeling between his legs, using their hips to keep them spread. He could imagine the look on their face, watching him twitch and squirm on the couch. Would they like seeing him like this? Would they have a hungry look on their face while he touched himself?

Another wave of heat wracked his body and he couldn't help but buck his hips into his hand. Maybe he liked that idea more than he thought. He moved his hand faster, feeling the familiar feeling of an orgasm start to creep up on him. Gods he was pent up if he was coming this fast. But he didn't give a damn anymore. Silco tightened his grip a little bit and moved his hand faster, whispering pathetic pleas into the sleeve of his jacket. Muffled and incoherent, but that didn't stop him from begging the imaginary figure to touch him more. To tease him and taunt him with that same dirty mouth of theirs that had been sucking him off under the desk moments earlier. His legs trembled and he came pathetically all over his stomach, gag falling from his mouth as he gasped for air. Silco shivered, the aftershocks traveling up and down his spine. He took a few more moments to himself to catch his breath before feeling something drop down his face. He reached up with his free hand and wiped it off, bringing it in front of his face to see.

"Ah... a tear." He said quietly. Silco hummed and rubbed it on his shirt. He glanced down at his stomach and let out an annoyed sigh when he saw the mess. He was far too tired to clean himself properly. He reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a rag to wipe it off before pulling his pants back on. He didn't bother with the buttons, turning onto his side to catch himself a power nap after having a moment of excitement to himself.

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Whatever argument you had been just about to have with him? Gone. Maybe it had been something about- Oh fuck he just swallowed and you felt him lick his lips. This is it, you’re going to die from some weird form of shock or sheer embarrassment in a closet with one Percival de Rolo because he just… went and did whatever it is he’s still doing.

The tip of his tongue barely brushing your ear as he speaks up in that same no-nonsense manner, still tight against you and quietly deadly, “We need to stay quiet, dear. Remember, we’re not supposed to be here.”

You’d turn and talk to him but the hand over your mouth slides to your chin, holding it in place too. That-That’s fine. You can still speak, even if it means you’re going to have to do it against his gloved hand. Totally normal! This line of reasoning will fail any inspection later but, well, you are hardly thinking about that right now.

“So you pin me to you in a closet?” you hiss and that bastard you can feel his chest as he laughs against your back, so pressed against you is he. When you go to elbow him, his second hand grabs your elbow and spins you again. (What was this man made of?)

Now, your front is pressed against a wall instead of a door, at least. When he presses close again though, this time his whole body pressing a warm line against you. Some part of you wants to buck back against him but when his hand around your jaw slides to your waist and holds you close? Well, that’s a new development. A very welcome new development.

“Well,” he purrs against your ear, well aware that you aren't pushing him away at all “How else was I supposed to get you all alone and to myself?”

“I don’t know,” you squeak as he lazily grinds against you and you fight down every urge to moan or make any sound. You succeed in that endeavor but wholly fail not to push back against him in an effort for some friction, “Try asking? I’ve heard it works wonders, you know.”

“Mmmmm, I think not,” he hums as his hand on your waist draws suggestive circles on your hip, “Much better this way, you see. Let’s me plan for the future.”

“The future-” you cut off with a quiet stuttered moan as he nips at your neck, nothing more than a little sting that shocks you.

“Quiet~” he singsongs in your ear, “or did you forget just who’s pinning you to a wall right now? If you can’t follow such simple instructions, I can go find other forms of entertainment.”