Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest II - The Porn Bites Back
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Chris nodded.
“How are you finding it?”
Warren slid Chris’ shirt over his head with deft ease. Chris shivered as Warren’s eyes gazed at his stomach before trailing northwards to his chest, finally settling upon his face.
“Everything’s great.”
“Haven’t run into any trouble yet?”
“What do you mean?” Chris asked, confused.
“It’s not always a black and white world, Mr. Skelton. Criminals escape justice, murders remain unsolved, sometimes due solely to police negligence.”
“Turn around.”
Chris complied, feeling Warren’s still-clothed chest press against his bare back.
Chris felt fabric brush against teasingly against his cheek. His eyes focused on the strip of black material before it was draped across his eyes and tightly knotted into place against the back of his neck.
“I’m fine with how everything is,” Chris said honestly. There’d never been a situation that had they hadn’t been able to handle. They got the information they needed from their informants already, and the Guv knew the city like the back of his own hand.
Tapered fingers began to work on his belt before cool air rushed over Chris’ exposed skin before he was turned back around.
“You’ll need time,” Warren said perceptively. “There are things that I see that shouldn’t happen, but my position also allows me to keep a finger on the pulse. Nevertheless, there’s nothing to stop me from giving you that information to give to your DCI. When you’re ready, you know where to find me.”
Warren pushed him against the wall, hard. Chris could feel Warren’s clothes chafing his body, the lack of sight only amplifying the sensation. Warren gently brushed over Chris’ erection, causing him to arch upwards for more.
“Not until I say so,” Warren said in a low voice, cutting off Chris’ feeble pleas and protests with a forceful kiss, wrenching his wrists away from release and pinning them above his head.
“What would I need to do?” Chris asked two weeks later.
“I would need to make sure my name’s kept out of anything you would pass on,” Warren said carefully.
“I don’t understand-“
Warren’s mouth grazed at his collarbone, his neck, ear and temple. One of his hands loosened their grip on Chris’ wrists to brush over his nipples, rolling one between a thumb and forefinger before being replaced by teeth and wet pressure. Chris writhed beneath it, biting his bottom lip as hard as he could to repress a moan.
“Loyalty isn’t always a pretty thing. It could mean I would know secrets you never wanted anyone else to know about. There are things I see that shouldn’t happen,” Warren added softly, echoing his earlier discourse. “Like one week ago, behind this very club.”
Chris felt his heart thumping in his chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking abou-“
“He certainly was very fond of you, Mr. Skelton.”
Warren traveled further down, nails suddenly digging into the soft skin of Chris’ inner thighs. And then he felt Warren’s mouth around him, threatening to tip him over the edge.
“Please,” he breathed.
Chris’ composure crumpled. “I will do…anything, just please, you can’t tell.” That would be his career over, his life ripped from underneath his own feet.
“My lips are sealed. I can prevent that incident becoming known to the public, but I’ll need something…much more personal to guarantee your loyalty to me.”
Chris nodded.
Warren tilted his head. “Was that a yes? I like to have people’s fullest consent before they purchase an important decision.”
Chris hesitated. Warren stood from his desk and came around to his side, placing a hand on Chris’ face. Chris’ breath caught in his throat.
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“You can leave right now, Mr. Skelton. We can forget this ever happened,” Warren said softly.
But Chris knew if he didn’t agree to this, there was nothing to ensure what happened one week ago was brought to others’ attention.
Chris opened his eyes and looked up. “Yes,” he whispered.
Warren allowed his fingers to remain on Chris’ cheek before trailing down towards his neck.
Warren placed Chris’ hands upon smooth, cool, wood. His desk. Chris thought vaguely as he felt Warren’s fingers pull his hips back from the desk, causing Chris to bend forward at the waist.
Warren brushed his throat before kissing him on the brow. An oddly unsettling gesture, for it had almost paternal implications. But that thought was wiped clean from the slate once Warren’s lips met his own.
Warren’s fingers traced his spine from the top of the neck to the base before traveling even further down, exploring his entrance as if it were something as of yet undiscovered. Chris whimpered when the contact was briefly broken only to be reestablished, this time with an abundance of cool lubricant.
It was gentle, at first. Chris felt himself respond, forced himself to open his mouth slightly to allow Warren access. He felt Warren’s fingers creep around the back of his neck, stroking the nape.
“Relax,” Warren murmured, pushing against and inside him and Chris keened at the intrusion, at the sensation, at the pleasure it caused. He pushed backwards desperately, needing Warren to be inside him as far as he possibly could.
But things became subtly more violent; Chris could feel Warren’s fingertips begin to apply a firmer amount of pressure on his neck, grazing his bottom lip with newfound teeth.
Warren’s fingers wrapped brutally around Chris’ erection, establishing a synchronized rhythm, the other hand clamped on his hip as skin against skin caused an overwhelming sense of friction.
And then he was being pushed down roughly onto his knees, Warren’s fingers grasping his scalp, guiding his movements to satiate desire.
Chris was only just aware of Warren’s mouth biting down on the joint that connected shoulder and neck. It was, as of now, a dull ache, nothing compared to the unrepentant thrusts that sent shock waves coursing through Chris’ body.
He could feel himself being brought closer and closer to climax, but Warren would purposefully
rein him back with a calculated shallow thrust or ill-timed stroke that sent Chris’ senses screaming even more for release--
And then it was over.
Violent waves of pleasure submerged Chris’ body in a sea of ecstasy and he gasped for air as though he’d just run a marathon, body trembling with the effort to remain upright. Warren was breathing heavily behind him, mouth pressed against neck as he withdrew from Chris’ body with ease.
Warren regained his poised, collected manner and removed a small card from his desk with a hastily scribbled name and contact details.
“You’ll find all the information you’ll need on there,” Warren said formally. “Good luck to you, Mr. Skelton.”
But when Warren quietly undid the blindfold and began to collect Chris’ clothes from the floor, there was no further information exchanged.
Because Chris had come there to pay the price of loyalty without gaining the reward.
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