#spicebook

hazel eyes look up to try and meet brown , brows knotting together and feeling his face flush a light pink . hugh looked around the office , noting the lack of a second chair that had been present on previous nights , and then narrows his gaze in thought back onto his coworker . it's moments like these where hugh is glad he can mask his attraction with flirtatious jests , and that he lacks the proper anatomy to show how the proposition of his attractive , stoic little coworker having to settle down somewhere rather precarious made a small heat form in his stomach . the brunet easily tries at a joke , a fair hand coming to pat at his lap as he pushed away from the desk .

⁺ so when he notices the 'read' underneath his texts, his grin widens. he crosses his legs and adjusts his position on the desk as he starts to write up another text.

Are you going to keep gawking? Or are you going to say something? Don't keep everyone waiting, now... ♥

aw , how cute this was . it could almost be domestic in nature , the way arms wrapped around nate's form , head rested on his shoulder , a placid smile on the brunet's face ; but easily , the way his hips grind up into the raven , shoulder were tinted light pink , and eyes were brimmed with lust , it could be seen this moment was rather intimate . so many errands , so many videos , so many TASKS , for the two their days were filled to the brim with some sort of project that needed tying up and finishing and more often than not they would usually unwind with a shared game or a movie . although tonight , matthew would have a more . . . interesting idea to say the least . his hard cock was buried deep within his boyfriend , one fair hand rubbing along his stomach and sides , murmuring sweet nothings into nate's ear while he was stretched by matt .

god . . . matt needed to try and catch more hours of sleep BEFORE coming to work , but this night shift was starting to take a HEFTY toll on his sleep schedule , finding himself falling asleep as soon as he gets home and then waking up around 3 pm . by the time WORK actually DID come , the brunet had worn himself down with OTHER work , like cleaning , eating , writing down the information he GAINED from this stupid job , being ALIVE . he doesn't even notice the fact that he's started to fall asleep , his head is in the crook of his arms , lower of half of his body jutted back from the desk in his chair , a soft snore leaving through his nose . overall , the brunet had gotten use to a GOOD portion of the strange occurrences at the place , the odd way he can't really seem to remember his employer's face but can recall there was something . . . surprisingly similar between the pair . the way he'd heard that previous coworkers had seemingly quit after the first night whether it be LEGAL trouble or paranoia . these WALKING animatronics that were renowned as EVIL , yet seemed so . . . kind ? child like ? nonetheless , all of these oddities had hardened him quite a bit , or so he thought .

matt is forcefully yanked from his seamless slumber when he feels cold , solid , almost static like fingers comb through the back of his hair , pushing his uniform hate clear off his head onto the table before him . the brunet rustles , a soft noise of confusion and sleep leaving him as his brows knit together , trying to piece whether or not this was a crazy real dreaming he was having or if SOMEONE was genuinely touching him . before he can ponder longer on that thought , he is pushed back into his chair by another hand that snaked just under his jaw , successfully FULLY waking him with a gasp as one hand shot towards the touch , wincing and whining as he still felt that first hand carding through his hair and their thumb rubbing along his jawline . touches so intrusive yet still tender filled matt with two things : confusion and strangely maybe a bit turned on ? he wasn't too sure about that second part though , not even entirely sure who had him in this grasp due to the sleep blinding his vision .

hazel eyes immediately snap to a lilac form , small and slender , he was just about as quick in movement as marnan had imagined . instinctively he grunts at the new weight that has settled into his lap , fair hands reaching to rest upon full hips and mouth opening to speak . " noi -- ? " the half-elf is cut off when drastically warmer lips are pressed to his , for a second concerned if they would be under another's gaze in the bar before his eyes f l u t t e r closed . it was like the room washed away , a soft breath passing through his reddened nose , hands tightening on the tiefling's hip , and eliciting a soft hum at the contact .

there was NO fight from the cleric , immediately melting into the contact . no liquid courage to fuel his actions left him far less clunky than he would usually consider himself , pressing back into the kiss with an equal if not FURTHER desire and keeping noise close . the brunet allows his hands to wander , one going to run along the intricate patterns that adorned the small of noise's back , the other sliding down to the tiefling's thigh and rubbing circles into the fabric with his thumb .

this position was not . . . GREAT to say the very least . the brunet feels his palms flush against the back of a cold closet wall , his thigh pressing against a newfound , foreign warmth , each word passing from nathan making his breath gently brush against his face . matthew swallows thickly , feeling how deathly still the raven was , and grimacing when he himself adjusts and feels the drag of his thigh against nate’s crotch .

hazel eyes quickly snap to the door of the balcony , the thing that had led the pair out here in the first place . initially , the conversation had been tame , mostly just matthew is disbelief to have found his friend HERE of all places , not even to mention the way they had changed since the last time honey brown had met dull hazel . the detective had taken the moment of privacy as a chance to catch up , to relearn about a friend that matt once held close to his chest before work had dragged the tight pair apart . nal has always been such a close friend of the detective’s , someone he at one point could recall even in his youth crushing on due to their constant proximity . so , matthew had wanted to take the time to get as close as they once had been .

and , close he certainly was . the detective wasn’t sure how they’re endeavors had led to this point , but truthfully matt didn’t care . his actions are all done in a mixture of compassion and longing , noting the way his own hands shake in baited emotion as they coast along soft skin , how his breath had been caught in his chest until he’d slid his cock inside them and it escaped him in a punched gasp . whether they were cast from the public eye now felt like a secondary thought to the brunet , especially when the only thing he really wanted to pay attention was the man locked in his arms . one fair hand wraps around the raven’s hips to keep them flush for a moment as the brunet gave the butler time to adjust, the other pushing up naphthali’s uniform shirt so he can graze along their bare skin .

this was certainly messy , something done out of pure instinct and passion without much planning . all matthew knew was that he MISSED nal , a lot ; and , that time had changed his friend both in personality and . . . appearance . not that the detective was complaining , his friend had become incredibly handsome in the time they had parted , so much so it had almost made the brunet flush on recognition that this WAS the same person as back in his childhood ; but , this reignited that youthful flame he’d once held towards the other , this desire that could not have been mimicked nor replicated in their fonder days . the brunet slowly rocks his hips , having them positioned to where they were standing with the shorter man’s weight pressed directly into him , a fair chin rests upon nal’s shoulder .

marnan can feel the way his hips are solid to the mattress , the way he still tries to struggle to bury himself into their captivating warmth , yet hands of entrancing magic held him down in a vise grip he'd not expected . that delightful fog of submission and brainlessness had deeply embedded itself at this point with the length of time magnus had delicately wove in making their ministrations almost agonizing to the cleric . the brunet was nothing but a patient man , he'd commended himself on it greatly , but when you're pushing onto the third ( was it fourth ? ) time you've announced you're going to cum and it's been ripped away , you start to LOSE that virtue . a dog in heat was a proper descriptor for sure , the way calloused hands tenderly held plush hips , but half-lidded hazel eyes held such a deep seated carnality when met with greener ones .

then , the warlock is DEGRADING him , and the shame that licks at his reddened skin makes his cock twitch and dribble . the cleric gives a punched whimper when the warlock closes their proximity , easily pressing back into magnus when they leaned closer , small pathetic noises leaving his slightly agape maw as his muddled brain tried to make out their words . a fair hand climbs to coast along fragile ribs , a touch dazed and captivated , ears wiggling at the grazed teeth and cooed words . the brunet tries to formulate a sentence , tone breathy and wanton as he fruitlessly attempted to keep his hips still from the waves of pleasure that shot down his red , swollen cock .