#tagging later

♡　＃　𓂃 on the plush and soft sofa in his office you feel the heat of graves body pressed against yours, your mind races with thoughts and desires. hands roaming and groping over his scarred n’ pale skin. you feel the muscles ripple mildly beneath you in your harsh and slow touch.

you can't help but let out a low growl as you press your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. he moans in response, his body arching into yours, like his body is begging for more.

your fingers trail down his chest, teasing each of his nipples slowly before continuing their antagonizing descent. he trembles and gasps as your fingers reach his waistband playing with it for just a bit to watch him whine in discontent, fumbling down with the button and eventually the zipper. you yourself can't wait any longer, your cock basically throbbing for some sort of physical treatment or release.

as you push his pants down, his erection springs free, flopping back down onto his scarred stomach, sitting there so prettily against it, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip and sliding down. you can't resist the urge to lean down and lick it off, savoring the sweet-tangy taste of his arousal. he groans and tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you to take more of his length in your mouth. and you would have let him.

but you had other plans tonight. you pull back and flip him over, pushing him onto his hands and knees. his ass presented to you nicely in this view, his back arching looking so enticing you can't help but marvel at the sight.

rolling up his shirt more you lean down and press a kiss to his spine before spreading his ass apart, exposing his tight entrance. he was still halfway clothed, his shirt was unbuttoned, gear was still sitting loosely on the sofa behind you and his pants slung down around the ankles of his feet. 

one of your calloused hands slides down his thighs once, twice more gripping and holding before stopping at his entrance. a thumb coming to circle around the rim. teasing if not only for a bit before pushing against the barrier and slowly inside of him. graves immediately clenchs around the tip of your thumb. whines would’ve most definitely been heard from outside if not for the sound proof walls that came with a commander’s office.

the dry push of your thumb inside of him was enough for you to contemplate giving him a bit of relief. spitting onto his puckered rim as lubricant. incoherent words come spewing out of his pretty lips “fuk’ me ohhhh lord.” he babbles as you remove your thumb to add a second finger now, your pointer and forefinger moving in and out of him while increasing in pace. he bucks down onto your fingers with an animalistic and carnal desire to chase his release.

only a few minutes later and you're already adding a third. thrusting into him at a speed his alluring little mind couldn’t comprehend, at least not while you’re almost full knuckles deep inside of him. desperate moans leave graves mouth, his lips bruised and coated in the smallest amount of blood after biting them so hard trying to stop his sounds.

once you felt like he was ready you pulled your fingers out to unbuckle your belt. graves' head turns swiftly to catch the source of the clinking, looking too blissed out from the foreplay. his tongue catches the blood dripping from his lips from a swipe across as he flips himself over to his back with a bloody smirk on his face “lieutenant, if s’you keep goin like this I won't last much longer.” 

the final buckle to pull off your belt is released. now advancing to the zipper which doesn’t take long as you pull down your uniform pants, leaving you in those uncomfortable shadow issued boxers. the ones graves loves to see you in, the ones he wants you to take off right now. 

he shifts on his back lifting onto his elbows to hook his fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers and he pulls you forward, each one of your arms landing on a side of his head. 

your eyes lock onto graves, dirty blonde hair cascading over his forehead, sweat sticking them together in strings. 

he lifts a smirk to you, knowing exactly what's on your mind with the lust ridden on your face. he pulls your boxers down so your cock springs free and slaps up onto your abdomen comically. he brings his hand down to stroke you “jus’ knew this thing was big.” he mutters fingers tracing veins along the shaft. the cool air hits you just right as you groan and take hold of his hand to guide his hand along your length.  

graves watches you with hungry eyes, his lips parting slightly he lets out a low moan, your hand tangles in his hair as you press your lips to his. the kiss is wild and passionate, rough with teeth clashing, fueled by months of pent-up desire. graves moans into your mouth. his left hand gripping your hip tightly, pulling you closer to him while still dragging long strokes out of you.

as you break the kiss, graves looks up at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. the hand stroking your length glides back up past your abdomen to your chest and grabs your neck.

you lean in to capture his lips once again, your tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. graves responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you. you break the kiss to catch your breath, your eyes locking onto his.