#row writes

August’s hands are slowly bunching her skirt up towards her hips, and her breath catches- though her head angles back in helpless rebellion against her words as his lips wrap around the pulse point of her throat.

“A-Ah-August, I’ve got other baskets to drop off, I should have left an hour ago-“ Her voice is wavering, and she hears a smirk in his own.

“Yeah? Anyone I should be worried about?” 

And he’s so distracting in the way he’s just barely pressing kisses to her skin- seeming to delight in the shiver that runs across it- she speaks without thinking, words on her breath that had her eyes going wide in shock at her own accidental, brutal honesty. 

“No, god no- it’s only ever been you.”

And she’s shy now, head turning in embarrassment as she feels him still, body tensing slightly.

“I’m so fuuuuuuuhcking blind.” He groans, and he’s slipping down her body-knees hitting the ground as his face disappears under her skirts.

“AUGUST!” She yelps, gripping the fabrics and lifting them to see what he was doing- before gasps and soft giggles start to escape her mouth as she’s trying to maintain even a shred of her composure, leaning back with her hands on his desk for stability.

He’s taken one of her legs and is kissing the top of her ankle- lips barely brushing the soft satin covering her legs between soft kisses across the bone and up her shin.

“‘M so sorry you ever thought I wasn’t watchin’.” He murmurs, lips pressed to the inside of her knee- and she feels hot, vision going slightly hazy as she tries to process where her day has ended up.

I was just dropping off treats. 

Her thoughts are dazed as his breath suddenly ghosts over the bare skin of the tops of her thighs- just over the stockings- and that feeling-it yanks her out of her reverie, thighs snapping shut in embarrassment and stumbling backwards slightly, bumping into his desk and reaching out to steady the lamp as it wobbles.

Her eyes zero in on the open door.

A door that seemed a bit…. More open than it was before.

Her face is hot, and August is looking up at her in innocence that’s tinged with a bit of smugness, though a bit pouty, as well.

“For one, Mr. Stilza- the door. is. open.”  She hisses quietly through her teeth, pointing at it- and he turns in shock, mouth opening slightly and brows raising.

He genuinely hadn’t noticed.

“And for two….” She’s pulling him up by the straps of his overalls, and he lets her with a stupid, charming grin that’s almost drunk on his face as he stumbles upwards.

“I do have a job to finish this month.” And her voice is sad. She’s staring up at him with her fingers loose, now- slipping down his chest and resting there gently.

August is looking down at her in utter devastation, his hands going to wrap on either side of her waist as he draws himself nearer to her, leaning down to press their foreheads together as he stares wistfully into her eyes.

“Ya promise you’ll be back- right mamas?” He murmurs, and she can feel a tightness in her throat. A burning in her sinuses.

She forces it down with an axe.

Instead of responding verbally, for she was sure she would cry like a massive baby- she takes one of his hands in hers, pulling it towards her mouth and pressing a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb- before biting down, hard- swiping the blood that comes from it as he pulls away with a yelp-intrigue in his eyes replaced with shock.

And he stares at her, cradling his injury yet eyes wide in wonder as she presses the pad of her finger with his blood stained onto it to her communications collar, and bites down on her own thumb as she hops back over to his astonished self.

Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck- he’s helpless to even want to stop her as she draws him in for a deceptively sweet kiss- pressing her gently dripping wound to his collar.

“Now you couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to.” She mumbles against his lips, and he’s laughing, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her around gleefully- her own shrieks of laughter being ripped from her as he twirls her around.

“I HOPE YOU LIKE PHONE CALLS!”

And his goggles are slipping back down- and there he is.  That beautiful, boisterous genius.

She leaves his room in the attire he’d dressed her in, and she’s stunned into stillness by a low whistle, head slowly turning to stare at a tall blond man leaning- Evian, was his name she thought- and Semiu sitting at her desk- the both of them giving her an appreciative-albeit knowing stare.

Their heads are leaned together like they’re gossiping like teen girls- and she had a choice.

She could either turn seventy shades of red, pull her cloak around herself, and sprint out the front door and pretend this had never happened on her next visit.

Or….

She could shoot them a soft, innocent smile- reach into the dark doorway and yank August out- in all of his lipstick-covered glory- grip the space between his straps and drag him down to her height to plant a smiling, joyful kiss right on his lips.

So she did. And when she pulled away, he was looking at her like she put the oxygen in his tank and the beat in his chest.

“Goodbye, Augie.”  She whispers, and his responding smile is slow and lazy, love-drunk on her open display of adoration and affection.

“Goodbye, my muse.”

And she’s humming as she wanders over to the desk, blowing Semiu a kiss and giving the blond man who’s name she wasn’t quite sure of a wave with her fingers clapping against her palm as she collected her basket and skipped out the front door.

Semiu glances down at her computer monitor discretely, and she can see the woman pirouetting to her car in the camera footage.

And they both turn to August with wide eyed, complete and utter-albeit impressed- shock on their faces.

“You sure you can handle all that, buddy?” Enjin inquires with a waggle of his brows, and August is turning to him, a manic gleam behind his glasses.

“You BETCHYER SWEET ASS I CAN!”

And he’s stepping back into the workshop with a slam! of the door, and a few moments later they hear an exclamation of “MY FACE!” As August seems to finally catch a glimpse of himself in a mirror.

Semiu and Enjin are left there chittering and giggling like a couple of teenage girls in the lobby, gossiping up a storm.

————————————

With August- there’s no such thing as “how long should I wait to call?”

There were no games, no back-and-forth.

With him, it was so easy- because he was calling her before she’d even left the drive.

Collar chirping, she answers it and starts immediately apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, Ms.Anastasia, I got unfortunately for you- quite pleasantly for me- held up in the East Ward-“

And she’s interrupted by familiar shouting, her face heating in embarrassment as what she anticipated being girl talk shifts sharply.

“HEY HOT MAMAS YOU LEFT SOMETHIN’ HERE!”

“Oh! August!” And the rush of concern that rushed through her tampers down her embarrassment.

She hits the break, idling at the end of the drive.

“Yeah? Like what?” She inquires in confusion- only to a smile to crack her face in two and giggles to erupt as she presses on the gas again.

“YA LIPSTICK ALL OVEEER MYYY FAAACE!”

And though it wasn’t the girl talk she’d anticipated, she thought it was better.

They talked the entire two hour ride to her next stop, talking about nothing and everything as they just… learned.

She asked him questions-he answered, loud and proud and unafraid to turn every rock of his life over that she asked, and she in turn returned him that same respect.

And she found herself grasping the collar around her neck, pouting as she sat in her now parked car.

“Ya got there safe, good!” August proclaims, obviously hearing the sound of her pulling the rusty parking break.

“Yeah? Is that why you called?” She asks coyly, embarrassed smile toying at her lips.

“AND I just needed to hear your voice for a LITTLE longer.”

And it’s the way he says it.

Not an ounce of hesitation.

So honestly. God, it made her swoon.

“Goodbye, August.” She murmurs, and she can hear him chuckle- her sudden demure attitude giving him the response he didn’t need to hear verbally.

“Goodbye, mamas.”

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For the next three weeks, he called her nearly every day. Sometimes twice a day, always in the middle, always with some new design to gush about.

And she listened to him rant, rave and yell like he was the sweetest melody she’d ever heard.

When she gave some input- the silence was heavy as he considered her words- before he would either agree or disagree. She appreciated that he was so himself, unafraid to disagree with her and she quite enjoyed the banter they’d picked up.

It’s one night, a few weeks later when she’d rented a room in a sparsely populated inn in Creapye.

She was headed back to the Cleaners-  new recipes to bestow upon them galore as she’d been given some inspiration herself- when her collar begins to chirp.

It’s hot that night, and it’s the top floor with no other tall building facing the windows to her room- so she’d taken some liberties and may be near fully nude to beat the heat. 

It’s well past when August would normally call- dusk gone and the true darkness of night having settled outside long ago- and she’s laying in bed with a book in her hands, setting it down on her stomach and pressing a hand to her collar to answer.

“It’s ya girl, what’s up?” She inquires- half expecting it to be Semiu to chat, but she’s pleasantly surprised to hear Augusts voice.

“Hey ma, did I wake you?” 

And he’s…. Uncharacteristically quiet. 

“No, I’m just laying down and reading. I didn’t hear from you today- I’m glad you called.” She says, and a soft smile is clear in her voice.

—————————

August was a wreck.

Three weeks with only her voice whispering in his ear has had him clawing at the walls of his workshop and wanting to annihilate anyone who dared to even think about knocking on his door.

Enjin had tried- even going as far as to open the door and quip- “hey lemme know if it doesn’t work out so I-“ and the tattooed ladies man had stopped cold at the look that had crossed the designers face.

It was disgusted, angry and wrathful in an instant, and the golden-eyed man quickly mumbled an apology before backing out swiftly.

August wanted her sitting on his desk as he worked next to her- her hands playing with his hair and fingers gently brushing against his skin.

He wanted to be splayed across her lap as they talked- staring up at her from his head resting on her lovely thighs- not miles away babbling his head off just to put off the inevitable silence left in his head as of late whenever she wasn’t there in his ear.

If she wasn’t talking to him- he couldn’t work. He was tearing his hair out and staring at empty pages in sketchbooks and his workshop was a mess.

He wanted her tangled in his sheets- arms wrapped around her and her sleeping in his bed with her head on his chest and he wanted it now. 

And it was so innocent. 

I mean, yeah. He wanted her thighs wrapped around his head and his tongue shoved so deep inside she couldn’t remember anything but his name.

Her wanted her screaming and panting, a writhing mess underneath him as he slammed his cock into her pussy until it was puffy and sore.

But most of all?

He wanted to feel his arms around her again. Fully clothed. His face pressed into her hair.

He wanted a hug.

He’s laying in bed in nothing but his boxers, hair splayed across his pillow and glasses discarded on his nightstand as he rubs his hands over his face.

“When are ya comin’ back?” He murmurs, and he can hear a shift of fabric as she stirs on the other end of the line.

“I’m on my way, I’m spending the night in Creapye and I should be there tomorrow around midday.” She responds softly- and his heart begins to sing. Gone was weary loneliness, here was mirthful elation.

“REALLY?” He’s suddenly hollering, excitement coursing under his skin- and he can hear her tinkling laughter in his ear, so close but so fucking far.

“Mhm. You won’t have to wait long, my love.” 

And the pet name was new.

The sheer silence that followed was thick, like she realized what she’d said.

“I-I mean, uh-“

“LOVE?” He interrupts- and she can hear the shit eating grin in his voice. And it was there. Almost cracking his face in two.

But the grin was more than that.

Heat was rising to his face - light flush covering his chest and neck as he realized the implications of the name.

“I think I could get used to that.” He’s gentler now, softer- and he can hear her nervous giggling starting up on the other end.

“What are you wearing, my love?” She teases- her usual banter seeming to turn flirty now that the sun was down- and he’s smirking, hand going down to adjust the slowly growing bulge between his legs almost subconsciously.

“Nothin’” He proclaims, and he can almost see the way her face would go red, mouth popping open in shock.

She’s spluttering, and he can’t help the chuckle drawn through his chest as he gives her some relief.

“I’m just messin’ witcha- but I am just in my underwear. Does that make you uncomfortable?” And he’s genuine, brows furrowing as his hand snaps away from his half-hard cock.

There’s a beat of silence. 

Then another.

“Well, if you were naked- then we’d be matching.” And she’s so casual about how her words suddenly had his cock leaking.

“Fuck, are you trying to murder me?” He groans, hand going back to palm his covered shaft- and he can hear a chuckle from the other end. A chuckle that has his heart rate quickening- because it sounded so….. salacious.

“You’re touching yourself right now, aren’t you?” Her inquiry is light- playful- and her teasing had that flush on his chest rising to his face in shame.

“…..maybe.” He finally gets out- and her responding giggle has his eyes clenching in embarrassment.

“I’d like to be doing that for you.”

And his eyes snap back open- a soft gasp escaping him as his lips part and his cock twitched in his hand.

More silence. 

Until…

“Keep going, mamas.” He breathes, hand slipping under his boxers and gripping the base of his cock firmly.

“Hm? Do you want your little Viander to tell you about how she wants to put her hands all over you?” She’s murmuring- attempting to be hushed in the thin walls of the inn.

“Please, yes.” And he… is not.

His head is pressed to the side- stroking himself at a torturously slow pace, boxers tucked below his balls in his haste-the saccharine tone of her voice damn near as delicious as the treats he’d been savoring. 

And he’s not being hushed that’s for sure.

“PLEEASE tell me you’re doing it too.” He groans, and his hips are twitching up, fucking into his fist as his other hand comes up to grip his hair the roots. He’s whiny, almost pleading with her.

“Mhm..  Every night-always thinking about you.” And he can hear it- that lilt to her voice, the waver. That taut sound of tightly withheld pleasure that was fucking with his already strained psyche.

“Please don’t hold out on me, ma. Please lemme know you want me.” And the pitiful lilt in his voice is broken by his tongue coming out to lick the palm of his hand- adding more lubrication than his dribbling precum was supplying.

“‘Ve been thinking about you-about how your lips felt on my legs- your breath on my thighs. About how I want it higher…”

August feels a shudder rumble through his body as he can’t hold back a panting groan, the sound of his cock fucking his fist filling the room and surely the other end of the line with wet squelches as he spits more into his hand.

“Shit, ah- please don’t stop, doll. Please tell me…”

“And, I might have been lying about being naked…..I’m wearing the stockings you made me.” She mumbles- and he blue screens. 

Windows XP ERROR 404 

August not found

———————————-

Her confession is breathy, ending with teeth biting into her lip as she hears a more surprised, damn near feral sound coming from the other end of the line.

The sound makes her lower stomach pulse as she slips a finger inside her slick heat, petting her folds as she grips the pillow next to her head and turns her head into it with her other hand.

Embarrassment is starting to creep in, as his silence grows longer-but as shes about to ask if he was still there- she hears an almost pained whimper.

“You can’t just SAY something like that! Do you know how HARD I just had to grip my cock not to shoot my load from hip to hairline?” 

And the sudden hiss in his tenor voice has her giggling- though she stops short at the way it makes her clench around her fingers, laughter cut off by a breathy moan- more salacious words flying from her lips with abandon.

“God, Augie-I want you here so bad. I wanna feel you. Mmnh…. My fingers aren’t enough, I want yours.” And she knows surely he can hear the wet sound of her fingers plunging in and out of herself between her pitiful moans.. 

Moans that are accompanied by the sound of his own panting breath- the wet sound of him fisting his cock returning to punctuate his  murmurs of “It’s okay, you’ll have me soon-you’ll have all’a me soon.” building that slow pulse in her lower stomach that started matching the beat of her heart in her throat.

“August- ‘m gonna-“ She gasps, and she can hear the wet friction picking up on the other line and she can only imagine how he looks- spread out nude on his bed- hair splayed like a beautiful,  erotic painting saved for the most sacred of temples from religions long dead to their world. Pale skin soaked with sweat as his fist works his cock, head thrown back- her quite visual imagination had her panting, so close, yet so far from what she really wanted.

“Yeah mamas- please, please come, iwannahearitsobad, PLEASE.” He’s demanding her, a hitch in his throat filled with pure, whiny need that sends her tripping and flying off the ravine that was an orgasm that had her throwing her head back, gasping his name and face contorting in sheer delight as she pulls her fingers from her slick entrance and rubs quick, sloppy circles around her pulsing clit to chase the tail of the shivers of pleasure causing twitches down her torso and thighs.

And her pleasure is prolonged by the sound of keening in the other side, Augusts voice a strangled cry as he follows her over that edge from a hundred miles away- and her clit jumps against her fingers greedily, her back arching and toes curling as another, smaller yet just as spine-tingling orgasm flutters through her at the sound.

“I miss you, August.” The moan of his name and the confession is ripped from her throat, and she can hear the sound of his fist on his cock become obscene- not seeming to stop after he came, instead working harder as she can hear his open-mouthed panting of her name in the soft moans on his breath.

“I need you here-“ the wobble in his voice has her swallowing thickly, and he’s babbling at her- the sound of tears clear in his tone as he strokes his overstimulated, still painfully hard cock.

“Please don’t stop talking- I need it mamas- I need you- I’ve been goin’ crazy- Your voice has me weak and angry and I just need you so much.” He’s sobbing, breath hiccuping as a pathetic punctuation to the slick sound of him chasing his high.

“My beautiful designer, I adore you, you know that? You’re always on my mind, have been for so long. I can’t believe you’re all mine, my love.” She’s murmuring, and she can hear him falling apart all over again- continuing her words through the sobs wracking his throat turning into a strangled cry as his breath catches, then panting breaths crumble into embarrassed coughs on the other end of the line.

And she’s softly smiling, wiping her hand on the sheets and rolling over onto her stomach before whispering coyly- “I think that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

And now he’s nervously giggling, and she can hear him sniffling and the sound of tissue being ripped from a box followed by him blowing his nose.

“It was certainly one of the most intense ones.” He mutters shyly, and she’s smiling as she feels her eyes droop, humming pleasantly in agreement.

“Don’t hang up on me, ma. I wanna hear you breathing. Please?” And she agrees sleepily, body loose and head feeling almost stoned with how pleasant she felt.

“I’m not sure I’m going to let you leave again.” He murmurs tiredly himself- and she smiles, the inky blackness of a well earned sleep taking over her, his final words a blurry haze in her ears she didn’t quite catch.

“Mnlvwthya.”

———

SMACK!

The sound of flesh on flesh resonates through the quiet hallway on the fourth floor that held the Team Leaders’ offices.

Offices that were, for the most part aside from Team Childs’ being used as a classroom occasionally- remaining unused as a whole.

So no one had heard the back of her hand meet Tamsys’ face with a force that’d snapped his head to the side.

No one saw the way his irises shot to the corners of his eyes- and how his teeth dug into the inner flesh of his lower lip.

He’d followed her when she’d silently stalked off when they’d come back from Canvas town- where the sudden, devastating news of Gobs-her best friends’- death had shaken her to her very soul.

And she’d stood there staring at his paint and ink stained  hands in disgusted agony at the beautiful artists’ selfishness.

Until she’d had to calmly walk out the door to go throw up.

The absolute horror had flowed through her and out her mouth in an alleyway like a river of undamable revulsion and sorrow. Always known for keeping a level head on her shoulders- no one knew the anger-the animosity- that had settled under the layers of her skin- prickling like needles emerging outwards from her body like the barbs of a porcupine.

And Tamsys’ words to Rudo on the walk back to the Jeep, the acrid taste of her own stomach bile still sharp on her tongue and in his shit-stirring, elegant voice- were still ringing in her ears like the tinnitus that came after being body slammed by a Leviathan sized Trash Beasts’  shockwave.

“Don’t let it bother you, it’s quite a boring cause of death down here.”

Tamsy- with his poking and prodding disguised as “teasing.”

With his nonchalant attitude that grated on her senses and made her want to burn the building down with him in it.

But she’d wanted to do that for a long time.

Everyone else was too blinded by his charm to see the way his brows twitched in pleasure when something unfortunate happened.

He was so calm. Appearing so patient and kind.  

They were all too damn infatuated to see that they had a wolf in their den.

But when that wolf turned his face back to her- it was not anger in her eyes she saw.

Oh, not at all.

There’s blood dripping from his nose, and he looks down as a drop splatters onto his sleeve, where he holds his stupid-ass hidden hands up by his chest all the damn time.

And then he’s looking up at her, from tilted brows and there it is. That flash of pleasure. Shooting through his gaze like a dying star as his tongue darts out- licking blood from the lip he’d cut on his teeth.

And the tinnitus comes to a screaming climax before suddenly it all goes silent, like it knew what he was about to say and went hush in anticipation.

“Would you please…. Do that again?”

And the tone of his voice has her swallowing harshly, feeling as though it’s full of glass- jaw twitching as she grinds her teeth.

It’s…. Pleading.

There’s a twitch of her brows, a sneer crossing her face- and she slaps him with her palm, next. On his other cheek.

And it smears the blood across his face- a gasp  ripped from his throat- like he hadn’t expected his little Supporter to actually do it.

A gasp she’ll pretend didn’t feel so good in the middle of the way she was hurting.

There was so much force- her hand stung. It burned like she’d touched a hot stove- but the pain did nothing to ground her.

And neither of them had any room to think about what was about to happen- She was too pissed and all she knew is that whatever was wrong with this asshole is gonna be what helps her heal.

So she leans in, and grips the navy hair at the base of his neck, yanking his head back and watching his Adam’s apple bob as she does.

Before she’s pulling-hard, and yanking him into his own dusty, unused office.

And she doesn’t so much push him to the ground as he throws himself there, kneeling in front of her and gazing up with a look on his face she wouldn’t have told someone was possible if it wasn’t begging at her feet in that moment.

His hands are on the fronts of her thighs with a ghost of touch- like he’ll burn if he touches her instead of the other way around.

Her hand is gripping the hair on the top of his head, his bun loosening as he stares up at her in what could only be described as pure, unfiltered, raw bliss.

Every squeeze of her fingers in his hair had his eyes fluttering, and she watched him swallow before he whispered- gazing at her from below his ash-blonde lashes shyly.

She’d never seen him be shy a day in his goddamn life.

“Please.” He begs softly- and who is she to deny him something she’s wanted as well?

But when her hand comes up- he closes his eyes in anticipation, and her lip pouts practically against her will, brows furrowing as she waits.

When no hit comes- he opens his eyes slowly- connecting with hers- and that’s what she’d wanted to witness.

And her pout smooths into a pleased, dominating smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

“There it is.”

And her hand connects the moment their irises meet- paired with a  trembling breath of fear that had shook him and given her the signal he hadn’t known she’d been looking for.

And he moans- like a bitch in heat.

She sees his hips twitch under the mounds of fabric that was his cleaners uniform- and she swallows harshly herself.

Despite how much he pissed her off- even her banal, monotonous ass could recognize the prettiest man on the Ground when he stared her in the face.

But she thought this was probably enough of a boundary to cross for now.

What’s a little fetish play between coworkers, right?

So she stepped away,heading to the office door in one fluid motion and pulling it open- and his fluttering lids shoot open, a panic flying through his eyes and voice she’s never seen or heard before as he reaches out, a gasp of “wait!” tearing through his throat before she turned her head, staring at him from the corner of her eye over her shoulder as the door swung shut.

“You don’t get to feel good right now.”

As she decided it was his turn to be the mouse in their game.

Now -  it’s her turn.

For a month.

For a whole. Fucking. Month.

That’s how long she played with him.

And it was as though they had traded places- a turning of tables that had him stumbling around in the dark- hands held out to prevent slamming his beautiful face into walls, searching for any kind of reprieve- and finding none. Like a twitchy fool.

Now it was her right behind him every time he turned around, simply just standing there in peaceful silence, a placid smile on her face- before walking away without a word- while he practically flinches back, anxiety flashing through his veins underneath his apathetic exterior.

Because his little supporter knew one of his little secrets.

And every time he tried to follow her- a door slammed in his face.  

But she’d never tried to follow him before.

She’d avoided him like the plague, back then. As though any kind of un-work related interaction made her skin crawl with insects begging to be let free.

He wasn’t following the rules, and she made that clear to him.

It was her eyes that followed him from across the rooms, and she could tell he could feel it-even when his back was turned- because she could see him tense up. His back going even more rigid- posture becoming so straight you’d think Tokushin had activated and rammed up his ass.

And she had to admit…..

She got it, man.

The feeling of being a predator stalking its prey.

Leaving him in the dark. Waiting.

Wondering.

Hiding in plain sight, like he thought he could blend in with the walls and furniture. 

And she finally understood.

The thrill of the hunt.

It was the kind of excitement that was a welcome reprieve from the flashes of her loved one’s body being lowered into the grave she and a too-young, too-small new spellcaster had dug.

A distraction from the disdain that clawed at her gut with every forced interaction they used to have.

A hatred that had morphed into something….else, it had evolved, shifting and flipping in her stomach into something she could only describe as more.

That was the only thing she could really claim it as.

She didn’t like him- that’s for sure.

Liars? Not her thing. And every breath that man took felt like a lie to her. It felt like a high pitched whine like screeching metal to her ears. And it made her itch not knowing why.

All of the missions this month had been with Eager and Akuta- and they preferred to run a tight ship with just Akutas’ supporters, but- she wasn’t complaining.

No skin off her back if all she had to do for a month is stare at a pretty man unsettlingly and scrub the floors of HQ.

But finally, a job that required her was upon them.

And to her bemusement, it was scheduled to be just her and Tamsy.

A research mission, essentially. Odd Trash Beast behaviors off the outskirts of Creapye that needed reporting on and records brought back- no true interaction with the beasts required.

Would probably be a three day trip- sending the two most-cool headed members of the Cleaners was probably a purposeful choice. 

Though it made her brow twitch just slightly, staring Corvus in the eyes a little too long.

But his steely, silver gaze was as unreadable as ever- not a hint of anything other than the very same cool, calm exterior the two standing before him also kept plastered over their own faces.

The car ride was fine enough.

She’d popped a CD in and started it, turning it just high enough to prevent any kind of meaningful conversation as she settled in the passenger seat- testing boundaries with a calm, casual facade 

It would take a few hours to get to Creapye- they’d likely get a couple of rooms at an Inn and then spend the next few days heading out to record and observe. Trash Beasts of late had begun a slow, but notable evolution from mindless beast to calculating animal, and Boss wanted observations done lately instead of actual Cleaning.

So she tucked in, pulling the lever on the side of her seat and yanking her supporters’ cap over her eyes as she reclined lackadaisically, feet hanging out the window- and while appearing to take a snooze-she plotted.

She thought about work- yeah. But she also thought of how far she really wanted this game to continue.

She wasn’t stupid.

She knew how cornered animals act.

But still-  she let him sit there with his own thoughts and Too Lilys’ sex metal music hopefully grating on his ears while she pretended to nap.

——————-

When they finally pulled into a parking garage, she hopped right out and stretched her legs.

She was right to business.

“We should stop for something to eat, find lodging, then head back out and check out where they’ve been gathering before it’s dark out.” She says brusquely- slamming the Jeeps’ back door shut after retrieving her pack and heading towards the exit- but she’s forced to hesitate.

“I’m the Team Leader, you know.” 

And it’s the first thing he’d said to her in a month.

It was pointed- 

Damn. 

Near. 

Irritated.

She’s barely glancing over her shoulder, face blank and voice bland as she responds.

“That’s nice.”

And she’s leaving- forcing him to follow.

While on the inside she’s pirouetting and bounding and giggling like a schoolgirl- jumping up and down and throwing cherry blossoms into the air.

When he exits the parking garage- it’s to her standing to the right of the doorway and staring up at his taller frame with a completely innocent gaze.

Before she speaks, brows raised and in soft, taunting tone-  “Team Leaders don’t beg their underlings to slap them stupid-“ and his eyes go wide for a moment, the first crack in his ethereal mask- before darting them around and seeing that the street is thankfully deserted.

Then they twitch- narrowing into a gaze that can only be described as daring.

“Don’t act like this isn’t a game to you, my little supporter.” He says demurely, casually- but she can see the itty bitty fissures beginning to form- and she can’t help but smirk.

Someone’s getting bold.

“Ah, but it’s my game now, Tamsy.” She leans in, their faces just a few breaths apart as she whispers the last bit of her taunt. 

“And you don’t even know the rules.”

She’s turning away with her hands in the pockets of her Supporters’ coveralls and a pep to her step.

He’s once again forced to follow.

The mask is sliiiipiiinnnng.

Her fun is starting.

And he’s prevented from saying anything in retort by them stepping into a more populated street- though not by much.

So they walk in silence.

Her- whistling and staring into the partially boarded windows of shops as she casually strolls with her hands in her pockets.

And Tamsy- well, he’s Tamsy.

Not a single expression is readable on his face.

But the quick pace he’s maintaining to keep up with her is telling enough.

He’s letting her lead. Literally and metaphorically.

Because if he doesn’t- he’ll never get what he wants.

———————

But what doesn’t escape Tamsy’s notice- is the fact that she blew right past the Inn that was the usual choice for the Cleaners when they were in this section of their part of the world- not even sparing it a passing glance- and he almost moves to correct her, before stopping himself.

She didn’t seem to like it when I’d tried to take back even a modicum of control.

So he stays silent. Waiting. Watching. Curiosity piqued. 

But he was also anxious. And that wasn’t something he was used to.

And it filled him with rage.

As the month had worn on- his want for his beautiful little supporter to lay her hands on him again had molded from something less erotic and more violent.

The feeling of being a lab rat- forced into a maze that had no solution in sight wasn’t one he was used to being applied to him.

His behavior when she’d begun working with the Cleaners, the behavior she was mimicking in his face- was because he’d never seen someone so quite like him before.

Someone so cool-headed to the point of apathy. 

So calculating- so…… cunning. 

Like him.

But what he hadn’t anticipated was that she’d be just like him.

And it tinged that rage in his stomach with a desire that was too feral to be purely sexual.

He wanted her throat under his hands.

Her blood smeared pathetically across her face, her tongue hanging out as he spits into her disgusting little whore of a mouth.

He wants her screaming and sobbing as he binds her with Tokushin and forces the smooth metal end of his Jinki between her legs while he ignores her begging him to stop.

He wanted power over her that just being her Team Leader would never get him.

But on the other side of that curtain….

He’d been wanting her to absolutely rock his shit this whole month-he never could have even imagined how it’d arouse the other half of his psyche once he’d gotten a taste of heaven.

The feeling of her hand connecting with his face had sent him into a spiral he was barely holding onto. It had flipped a coin within him that he’d thought only had one face- spinning midair like gravity had forgotten its hold.

And every time he’d try and corner her- she’d slip out of his grasp by the skin of his teeth.

And even though he hypothetically had her trapped with him here- in Creapye for at least two nights- he still hesitates.

They are still coworkers. She’s a Cleaner- and he can’t let that fact remain ignored.

If Tamsy did the wrong thing, crossed a boundary too far- it’d be a lot harder to cover it up.

Maybe they’d been overwhelmed by Trash Beasts…

His …angelic thoughts are interrupted as he realizes- she’d led them to the “hospitality” district.

Lush with sex and debauchery- the streets were suddenly lined with lanterns and women in Kabuki masks are beckoning them to enter their brothels with delicate hands and loving coos.

It mostly consisted of said brothels and food stands- but there were a couple of Inns that were available for hourly and nightly rent, as well.

And Tamsy finally saw the puzzle pieces begin to click together.

What a sly girl. 

She walks into an opulent inn bathed in hues of navy and gold- luxury and hedonism being found only within the confines of the barrier that contained Creapye-  without a word to him, and like normal- and to his bemusement- requests two separate rooms. 

Thankfully the receptionist- used to every single pair who walked in there to only request one- gave her a confused blink for him, though his own face hadn’t moved a muscle.

What in the world is she up to? Maybe she prefers the luxury of this district… hm.

They checked in and dropped their bags off- managing to grab a silent bite to eat and making it back to the parking garage before he was speaking again.

“Listen, what happened was a boundary neither of us shoul-“

His voice is cut off by a sharp intake of breath as her hands are suddenly around his throat.

Not tight- not in anger.

But in the firm grip of of the delicate, strong hands of someone sending a very clear warning.

Oh, dear.

His hands instinctively come up, slipping through the folds of his jacket and placing themselves on her forearms as he stares at her in something other than placid disdain for the first time in a month-

He’s visibly nervous, now- a weak chuckle escaping him as his eyes are once more darting around to assure they’re not being observed in their current situation.

And she’s observing him. Watching that muscle twitch in his jaw- feeling him swallow under her palms.

But what she also saw- and felt- was him oh so subtly leaning into her grip as he’s allowed himself to be pressed against the side of the Jeep.

His grip on her arms is tight- but he’s not pushing her away- oh no.  He’s trying to keep her there- fingers and forearms subtly flexing as he practically forces her to grip tighter.

She leans in, squeezing just barely- and he feels hot shame rising up his chest as the breath leaving his lips could only be described as a pitiful whine escaping a tightly pulled string that’s been plucked.

“I know what happened. I was there. Now be a good team Leader and keep your little supporter safe on our mission so you can get a reward.” She murmurs with a gentle press of her thumbs on either side of his Adam’s apple where they criss-cross.

Her voice is so simple. So factual and uncaring that it had his heart suddenly racing- and he was sure she could feel it.

Tamsy may be psychologically shifted a bit to the left- but he was still a man.

As though against his will- listening to the head in his pants instead of his actual brain like he was some depraved weirdo like Enjin- he can’t stop his lids from lowering, tongue darting out to parch his dry lips as he mumbles- that flash of demure meekness flying through his eyes she’d simultaneously found disgusting and hoped to see more of.

“What kind of reward, pray tell?” Tamsy asks- and he knows he heard the slightest warble in his usually apathetic tone.

How could anyone be normal with a beautiful woman’s hands around their throat?

One of which hands leaves- and he can feel her eyes on the scarring covering his pale skin like her palm had never left the surface.

The feeling of her eyes on that which marred Tamsys’  beautiful skin had heat rising to his face- and his breath hitches when she leans in- and licks his scars- hot, wet tongue dragging up his throat- from his communications collar to the soft dip where his lower and upper jaws meet under his ear.

“Ignorance looks so ugly coming out of that pretty face.”

Her voice is so soft. So saccharine in his ear- the small kiss she pressed to his earlobe and a pat to his cheek from the hand that had been on his throat and squeezing just seconds before were meant as- and were taken as the insult they were.

Tamsy could feel his cock start leaking in his briefs.

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She let him drive again- but she didn’t pretend to doze like before.

She was all work, now. Notepad in hands as she’s describing the layout of where they were going- just a short thirty minute drive from the outskirts of Creapye where they were staying. Like the latching of the car door had flipped a switch- and she hadn’t just done one of the most erotic things Tamsys’ ever had done to him.

He stayed silent for the most part, though giving his input and opinions as seen fit.

And like a good boy- he did as he was told.

She seemed to blatantly ignore the entirety of her own safety from the moment she exited the vehicle from the second she got back in, leaving him to scan their surroundings for any signs of danger as she lay down at the edge of the cliff face they’d parked atop for a good vantage point.

There’s a herd of Trash Beasts below- and the reports were right- they were acting strangely.

They were…. Moving the trash piles.

Pushing them into larger, more contained heaps with their heads- at first it seemed like foraging- until they realized they all seemed to be working together.

Nothing was coming from the behavior that they could see from the hours they’d spent watching them until the light began to fade from the hazy yellow sky.

She snapped the notepad shut and hopped up into a crouch- knees on elbows as she stares on worriedly, brows furrowed in thought.

They’re halfway to Creapye when she finally speaks up.

“I think they’re breeding.” She finally murmurs- and he glances at her from the corner of his eye in interest, curiosity piqued- but she’s staring out the window, deep in thought.

“They’re not real animals- they’re amalgamations of trash and hate. They don’t have sexual reproductive organs nor urges- so what would you do if you needed to make more to continue your species?” She inquires- and Tamsy has no other explanation he could conceive.

“Probably start pushing trash around until it starts moving on its own.” He replies, face darkening despite his casual tone of voice.

And the rest of the car ride is spent discussing other explanations, sexual tension dissipated by the sudden problem they now had on their hands.

But they could only keep circling back to the first one.

——————

They park, and she’s so deep in thought, notebook being put away just to be brought right back out as she jots down every word that flies through her head, so Tamsy takes what little control she let slip and leads them to a ramen stand near their Inn for dinner.

It’s one with seating- a more permanent fixture sat between two brothels with Courtesans that bat their eyes at the beautiful man and beckon him inside- just to be blatantly ignored as he sits down and stares instead at the Supporter at his side while she’s distracted, taking her in- in all her work-weary glory.

And he wasn’t so apathetic as to not notice a stunning woman when she was sat next to him. 

Or had her hands around his throat.

Even in dusty, dirty coveralls and a backwards cap, nails black with grime and mud smeared on her face where she’d scratched an itch while laying in the dirt to observe the Trash Beasts- he had to admit-even if just to himself- that she did something to him.

He couldn’t figure out if it was the narcissism sat deep in his bones that could see a bit of himself in her- or the need to have, take, and break any beautiful thing that falls into his lap that craved her more.

She was so wrapped up in her note-taking, he just ordered his usual for the both of them and she paid it no mind- though he did notice her placing the money down to pay.

So she is still paying attention. Hm.

She finally put down the notebook once their meals were placed down- and they ate in what actually seemed to be comfortable silence.

Until, that is- Tamsy finished his noodles and finally spoke up.

“So. I was promised a reward.” 

And he has a smug, small smile on his face as he turns to her, eyes closed and hands in his lap as he looks at her with an innocent, pleased look on his lips.

And she’s staring at him with a raised brow and noodles hanging from her mouth.

“Can the sadomasochism wait until I’m not stuffing my face?” She mumbles around her food, and he shrugs- looking way from her and picking his bowl up- sipping from it with brows raised and glancing away like he hadn’t just requested she discuss slapping him around in the middle of their meal.

When she was done eating, she set her chopsticks down and pushed her bowl away, setting her elbow on the counter and resting her cheek on her hand as she took a long look at him- while he pretended to ignore her, of course.

Tamsy really was beautiful. In an effeminate, androgynous way- the kind of pretty that made you wonder if he was really meant to be down here with the refuse and rubble.

“You’re a little freak under that bird costume- huh Tamsy?” She says simply- quite obviously more  observation than question- and he sets his bowl down, though continuing to avoid her gaze.

He’d gone deathly still- the crowd bustling behind them seeming to fade far away as the two of them suddenly became the only people within the city, two coworkers crossing boundaries in a tiny ramen stand in the red light district of the apocalypse.

Tamsy said nothing, silent as the grave- and she wasn’t even sure if he was breathing, he was so still.

“What do you want from me?”” 

And the tone of her voice was soft- but firm. A sternness telling him she wouldn’t accept a non-answer.

He’s staring down into the herbs left over at the bottom of his bowl like they might offer up words to give her- but they offer no compassion to the turmoil hanging like a cloud over his head.

She could see a war in his mind- jaw twitching, and his hands kept clenching into fists rhythmically in his lap.

And eventually- a single word leaves his lips, on a sigh. Like it almost inconveniences him to have to say it aloud. Brows twitching, like the omission gave him what he wanted- but in the wrong ways.

“Pain.”

She blinks at him slowly, like a lazy cat-  cocking her head deeper into her own palm slightly.

“Giving- or taking?”

He glances at her from the corner of his eye- before snapping right back to try and stare a hole straight through the bottom of his bowl.

“Both.”

She could tell the simple, quiet omission was hard for him. For a man known so well for being so calm, collected, and aloof to take the mask off on purpose- it had to have taken a lot.

And that ache in her stomach started to find its name. Not quite there, but the feeling was evolving again.

Not respect- no, that was a feeling reserved for those she trusted wholly, and Tamsy was not for whom that bell tolls.

Lust? It was there, an underlying buzz under her skin that was easy to ignore- she wasn’t a mindless pervert. 

But there was something else inside her- an anticipation that made her hum appreciatively, nodding once- slowly.

“Okay.”

And she was standing, collecting her cap she’d removed out of respect once their food had arrived- and wandered in the direction of their inn- twirling the cap around on her pointer finger as she strides casually down the street.

On the inside-she had grown horns, rubbing her hands together manically like a demon.

While Tamsy? He was staring at her retreating form with a completely lost, almost pleading gaze.

He’s not lying- anymore at least.

She ponders this as she walks away- before she turns and glances back- maybe a couple of meters away and catching a look he hadn’t meant for her to see as he swallows to soothe his suddenly sticky-dry throat.

“You can stop being so nervous now. Aren’t games supposed to be fun?” And she’s shooting him a wink- her own mask slipping to show him a hint at what lay beneath its surface.

“You can let that crazy out with me, Tamsy.”

And Tamsy’s tightly contained psyche- kept close to his chest and worn like armor not meant to protect him- but hide from others- began to fracture and fray- rust taking hold at the joints. Pieces crumbling and cracking- all because a pretty Supporter who was leaving him speechless in a noodle stand seemed to be able to see straight through him.

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Pt.2

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“I’m gonna make all your dreams and more come true, beautiful.”

Enjins’ promise has her skin abuzz - with anticipation at the thought, or the feeling of his lips trailing across her throat, she didn’t know and she didn’t care.

This started with a sparring match with Follo.

The thought flies through her mind like Dear being absolutely launched by Bro Santa.

Being with the Cleaners as a Supporter for Team Danger for a little under a a year now- You were the unofficial supervisor of the Team that refused to cooperate with each other- much less any other team.

Hell, she barely saw the field- her time was almost entirely spent lecturing and slamming their heads together to knock some sense into the group.

Which is why she’d asked Follo for some sparring practice- and why she’d wiped the floor with him.

Everyone seemed to forget their adorable little Supporter was in Team Danger- not just their wrangler.

And that’s because she was smart. More cunning than intelligent, sure- but it got her results that pleased everyone.

Enjin had come in to watch like he had many other times before.

But unlike those many times before…..

He’d followed her back to the building- waiting outside the communal shower she preferred to use on the fourth floor- usually reserved for Team Leaders despite all of them already having attached baths. She and Zanka were known to high-five in passing as they each headed in or out, their little secret.

Or it was.

Until she’d turned to the left of the doorway just to slam into a warm, hard chest wrapped in a burgundy sweatshirt.

And he’d been standing there, staring at her with an expression she couldn’t quite understand with steam rising off her still-damp skin and towel slung around her neck.

“Why couldn’t you have sparred with me?”

And ah.

That’s what it is.

“You have an odd sense of entitlement, Mr. Akuta.” She says flippantly- and he pouts harder. The past year had been a subtle back-and-forth between them. He chased her- she humored him. It was fun. Nice. A bit of banter never hurt anyone, right?

“It’s not my last name- what if I just started calling you Miss Danger?” Enjin asks with a raised brow- only to be met by a smirk and a twitch of her brows.

“Then you’d be right, handsome- I am dangerous.”

And he’s staring at her again, unblinking- before she can see a pulse in his jaw, and he’s moving towards her.

No, not moving.

Stalking.

She’d only put on a shoulder-slipping tee layered over a sports bra and a pair of shorts- and she could feel his eyes taking in all of her- a flush of insecurity rushing through her body- before his irises are boring golden hot holes into hers, and he’s saying the most coworker-boundary crossing thing she’d ever heard.

“Ya wanna show me how dangerous you are?” He murmurs, head cocking to the side slightly as she can feel her heartbeat pick up exponentially.

Oh damn, looks like I’ve lost that bet with Semiu. She thinks weakly, though not unhappily-before taking a step backwards and back into the large bathroom.

And she lets him follow her.

The lock clicks decisively behind him.

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

Or maybe that feeling is being caused that thing pressing against your thighs, my dear.

Her hands are in his hair at the crown of his skull and she’s yanking on it, hard.

To her pleasant surprise, it wasn’t the crunch of gel she got, but the soft firmness of pomade she felt on the strands.

When he lets his head be forced up, it’s with a desperate groan that’s ripped from his throat, one she feels right in her core, entrance clenching around pitiful emptiness as she’d unlocked a new face on the gorgeous blond man.

And it was divine.

The way his lips were parted with the sharp angle of her pull, eyes staring into hers under lowered lids as his head is nearly pointed horizontal with the ceiling.

A bead of sweat is rolling down his neck from the still steamy-room, and she watches its trail with bated breath- before leaning in and licking it, quick- before it could disappear under his communications collar.

God, he doesn’t know how good he fucking smells when he hasn’t showered.

To anyone not desperately attracted to a man- his B.O. is probably a turn off- horrifying even.

But to her- it was like the most heady aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced. The scent dispelled any nerves and anxieties and replaced them with pure, unadulterated need.

She’d wasted damn near a year that she could have been riding this man like a god damn rollercoaster.

And when her tongue hit the hoop hanging from his ear, she flicked it up, watching it wobble slightly as she breathed her words into his ear.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Enjin.”

And his nails dig in to her hips, blunt, painted nails leaving half-moon crescents as his tongue darted out to parch his dry lips.

“You do you, boo.” He mumbles- but she can see his eyes wandering away from her face and down her body- and she lessened her grip to allow him to.

Pert nipples brought to attention by their interactions pushed through the thin fabrics of her clothing- and she can see his brows and lids twitch in pleased surprise; before bringing a large, inked hand up to hover under one of her breasts, eyes flicking up to hers as nerves flitter back into his gaze before he could make contact.

She smirks, hooking her ankle in the crook of his knee and pulling him towards her sharply, the motion forcing him to cup the mound- and he lets of a breath of surprise into the kiss he’d eagerly met in the middle.

Their mouths molded together like fluid, and his large hands were so gentle as they roamed her body- just barely brushing over soft skin before large palms slowly slip under the back of her loose shorts and rest on the top of her ass.

And the rumble she felt from his chest to their joined mouths set a tingle racing from her scalp to her toes; and suddenly he’s lifting her, gripping her ass cheeks like they were an anchor and pressing their hips together as he turned.

Now he’s leaning backwards on the bathroom counter, as her knees are now precariously perched on the countertop on either side of his hips, and oh. my. god.

The weight that settled between her legs was even more than she’d imagined- and she was helpless against her own desires as she wrapped her arms around his neck- pulling herself up and dragging her torso and hips against his until she felt the tip of it slide across her clothed entrance and catch slightly against it, her shorts having ridden so high that every movement brought a pressure against her clit had her practically vibrating in delight.

——————-

Enjins’ breathing had stopped, just for a strangled, pleading noise to escape the back of his throat as she dragged herself back down, pressing her warmth against the bulge still contained in his sweats that were quickly losing their place around his hips like she was sliding down a banister.

She’s so fucking soft. God, we’re making out and rutting like teenagers and I’m hard as fucking stone.

Fucking hell yes, just use me.

And she’s grinding back up, so slowly, like she didn’t care about him and his- only her pleasure- and when she presses down, his cock that had been tucked into the waistband of his boxer briefs- already having been made painfully erect from the sight of her sweaty and confident on the training grounds- catches on her clothed entrance again and he’s helpless to give in to the urge to cant his hips upwards, a twitch that pressed the swollen, pierced head inside of her just slightly, held back by her shorts and his briefs as his sweats drop too low on his hips to contain it.

“Are- are you not….?”

And she looks at him from lowered lashes and cocky bite of her lip paired with a smile that was brimming with egotistical desire, bouncing her hips slightly and forcing the end of his sentence to become a strangled gasp rather than actual words. There was no chance she was wearing underwear.

“Nope.” She ends the word with a pop! of her lips. “I usually don’t.”

And she lifts again, his cock slipping back inbetween their bodies, and they both glance down.

The idea of her uniform including no panties had his cock twitching so violently she felt it pulse against her clit in a way that caused a soft moan to escape the both of their lips.

The fabric covering the swollen head of his cock was glistening, pre-cum and her desire indeterminable between the two, and he saw her eyes zero in on the slight glint of metal straining against wet, thin fabric.

“Fuck.”

And his lips are on hers again, and this kiss is dirty.

Enjins’ tongue presses against the seam of her lips- not searching, not cautious or wanting- but demanding- and her arms tighten further around his neck as he helps her bounce and grind against his cock.

He accepts her greed with his own, their tongues sliding together like they were trying to replace the other as his hips move of their own accord, his cock slipping and sliding against the now slick, soaked fabric between them- and he can feel her starting to shake, her thighs and arms trembling as she struggled to stay in their tight, yet unstable position.

And he was far from better off.

His inked hands were gripping her ass like it were the only thing grounding him-allowing her to control the situation for he feared if he did he’d go too far.

Her tongue down his throat, her hands gripping his hair and yanking at the roots like she was afraid he’d disappear- the ass he’d been staring at for twelve fuckin’ months in his hands and her pussy grinding down on him until they both reach that end like two horny virgins- it was better than any fantasy he’d ever imagined.

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna.” He purrs against her lips- because he does.

“I wanna see it, please? Please lemme see that pretty face while ya cum on my lap? Promise I can make ya do it again and again?” And Enjin is begging her- eyes hooded as he had a lust-dumb smile on his handsome face. He was so far gone already- absolutely drunk on finally having what he’d been waiting for so long- so patiently for in his hands.

It’s only been a couple of minutes, but he can feel her tempo faltering, hips stuttering and her breath panting against his throat and down his sweatshirt as she presses her face against his neck.

And it was like a command she couldn’t have ignored even if she’d wanted to. His voice is so hot, so soft, like he needed her to cum, pleading for her to.

Her rhythmic movements stutter and falter as her breathing stops- tempo lost entirely as she feels the pierced tip of his cock slip past her clit once, twice, again, and she was coming undone- biting down on his shoulder and sweater to stifle the scream that was ripped from her throat so roughly.

“That’s it, beautiful, breathe for me, cum on Daddy’s cock-fuck- look at what you’re makin’ me do, fuuuuuck-” His sentence is ended by a deep, guttural moan she can feel under her teeth.

The feeling of her canines digging into flesh is what did Enjin in, tip catching on her entrance one final time- the sudden surprise causing his hips to jump of their own accord and shove the entire head of his cock inside her despite the soaking, slick barrier of their clothing- and he was coming. Back arching forwards over her, gasps being ripped from his own mouth as waves of pleasure shoot from the bottoms of his feet to the end of his cock, which was dribbling cum through thin fabric the moment he turned them around and slammed her back down on the desk, leaning their foreheads together as they both struggled to catch their breath.

And when he finally comes down, she’s looking up at him with a blissed-out grin and hands slipped under his shirt- gently tracing the curves of his ribs and stomach.

Enjin captures her lips in one more kiss, pulling her to his chest and wrapping his arms around her frame firmly.

“Yer actually so dangerous, I’m gonna haveta conduct further research to see if we should be scared.” He murmurs into her hair, drawing a chuckle from deep in her chest.

“You? Yes. Everyone else? Only if they try and stop me.” She says against the fabric of his sweatshirt, and she’s rewarded with a laugh of his own.

“Please believe me when I say that jizzing in my shorts from just some bump and grind isn’t my best work.” He mumbles some more, subtly fixing the waistband of his sweats and ignoring the now cold, tacky feeling sticking his boxer briefs to his cock. She can feel some slight embarrassment radiating from him, and she’s pulling away with a soft giggle to make him look at her.

And what he sees- is the monster he’s created.

She’s staring at him like a meal now.

“Do you have any idea how hot that was?” She whispers with a tilt of her head- and suddenly she’s hopping off the counter to fall to her knees in front of him, pulling his sweats back down- and his eyes are wide, humble protestations on his lips.

“I- you don’t have to-“

But his voice is cut off by her cheek pressing to his bare thigh - breath ghosting over flesh as she’s gazing up at him like he’s some kind of holy altar standing in a graffiti-covered bathroom.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want to, Enjin.” She says simply, trailing her nails up and down the inside of his other thigh and watching the goosebumps raise there from her whisper of a touch.

“Now…. May I?”

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