#tbb gregor

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Gregor who gets impatient after a long mission away.

He hits the button to close your door behind him a little harder than he needs to, still smelling like a battlefield, not bothering to switch a light on because the city lights through the window are more than enough. His greeting is quick and breathless and he barely gets it out before he's yanking you up and pressing his mouth to yours, cutting himself off.

He has you pressed up against the window almost before you can think, your chest pressed against the cool transparisteel, one of his hands gripping your waist as the other works your sleep shorts down, and then switches to get just enough of his armor off as necessary to free his cock. The skylanes visible below through the window are empty enough at this hour, but not fully. Gregor doesn't care.

"Missed you," he mutters against the shell of your ear, voice low and warm and still carrying a grin even while he's grinding the hard length of his cock against the cleft of your ass. "Missed you so much. Whole damn mission I kept thinking about how good you'd look just like this. Had dreams about it."

You push back into him, palms flat on the transparisteel. "You're such a sap when you're horny."

He laughs and tilts his head to nip the side of your neck just hard enough to make you gasp, then soothes the sting with his tongue. "Only for you, baby. Now spread those legs a little bit for me."

You do, and he doesn't bother with more than a quick swipe of spit and the slick already gathering between your thighs before teasing your entrance with the blunt head of his cock. He groans, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

"Kriff. You got yourself ready for me, didn't you," he mutters, barely a question. "Did you cum?"

Your breathing is uneven now, and you arch your back, trying to press harder against him. "No," you reply breathlessly. "Was waiting for you."

"Good." He finally presses in with a slow push, groaning. "Ahhhh…all for me, huh." His hips snap forward, pushing you harder against the window, and one of his hands slides around to cup your breast under your shirt. His thumb brushes your nipple and then he pinches it as he starts to fuck you properly, rougher than usual after so long without.

"Kriffff…look at you," he grits out against your ear, his free hand coming down to find your clit and start rubbing firm, wet circles that make your knees threaten to buckle. "Anyone passing by could see exactly how good this pretty body takes my cock, huh."

Heat floods your face. You try to turn your head, but he catches your chin and keeps you facing the transparisteel, his mouth finding your neck. "Gregor--"

"Shhh. You're doing so good." Another deep thrust, slower this time, letting you feel every inch while his fingers keep working your clit. His hand leaves your chin to grope your breast again, rolling the soft weight of it in his palm. "Let 'em look. Let 'em see who you belong to. How kriffing good you take me."

You whimper, pushing back to meet him. "You're-- ah-- you're impossible."

"And you love it." He kisses the hinge of your jaw, panting against your skin as his rhythm turns even rougher, more desperate. The transparisteel is fogging under your breath, your knees growing weak as he keeps driving into you, his fingers on your clit still pressing, circling, sometimes dipping down to where you're stretched around him just to gather more slick and drag it back up.

"C'mon, baby," he rasps, his hand leaving your breast so he can instead wind his arm around your waist and help hold you up as he feels you getting shakier. "Gonna cum for me? Give the whole damn city a show."

You hold on for as long as you can, but finally break with a loud cry, your walls clamping down hard around him as your orgasm hits you.

"Yeahhh. Kriff, there it is." Gregor swears under his breath as you clench around him, hips stuttering, and then he's burying himself as deep as he can go, groaning low against your neck as he spills inside you in thick pulses. He stays there for a moment, grinding lazily through the aftershocks, still rubbing slow, gentler circles over your clit.

When he finally eases out, the rush of his release follows, warm and messy, dripping down the insides of your thighs. Gregor makes a quiet, appreciative sound at the sight, then turns you around and kisses you.

"So good," he praises against your mouth, voice wrecked but pleased. "C'mere."

He walks you backward toward the bed, still mostly in his armor but completely uncaring, and eases you down onto the mattress. He crawls between your spread legs without another word, his hands settling on your thighs and spreading them a little wider. He looks up at you, his grin somewhere between smug and playful.

"Time for me to clean you up, eh?" he says, and then leans in.