"Maybe we'll get to know each other." His hand rubbed over Matt's wet cock when he pulled back to speak, fingers tightening around him while the stroked through the slickness of his own saliva. He licked unabashedly at the head, pressing his tongue into the slit and he wanted to drag pleasure out of him and throw it at his feet to hear the man tell him some more about how badly he wanted him. Shame for an act like this was something he had shed like a burden off his shoulders a long time ago, and when he fucked the men he chose to bring into this office he didn't care if it was shame that they felt at the way his dick shoved into them, he just fucked deeper to try and push it all out of them.
He rubbed against Matt's groin, shoved his thighs wider and nudged his erection up towards his stomach so he could lick at his balls, running his tongue along the seam of them. He sucked them into his mouth one after the other, wetting them with spit until they gleamed and then he swallowed the man's cock down again and pushed his face into his lap as he sucked him. Want ran its fingers down his back at every moment and the stroke of it was more than he could take. His desire was to consume this man as though he were something he could take inside him and keep forever. It was all a piece with how he ran his speak. Everything that came into this place, everyone who worked here or walked through it inevitably belonged to him in some way. Maybe it was all hubris. Until the murders had begun he had believed that he could make anyone loyal to him.
He drew back again, nuzzling against the hardness of the man's erection. "Go back to your station after tonight and tell them you need more time to investigate. And when you come back here tomorrow night I'll take you into my office again and you can question me some more." The words were breathed dark and low and against the man's cock, his eyes closed as he rubbed it against his mouth and his cheek. Then they opened and he lifted his gaze to Matt's face and watched the way he stared back at him with desire blatant in his expression. He didn't know what it was that so drew him to this man and before he took his dick back into his mouth he told him, "Fuck my mouth, choke me on your cock and don't stop until you come."
Keeping himself in check was too hard when Leon's mouth was intent on making him nothing but a useless husk covering want. Everything about him showed that he wanted it and it aggravated him. "You better have something better than the fact that you know nothing about the woman you hired. I don't believe that." He wouldn't be surprised if Leon kept tabs on all of his employees, maybe everyone he ever crossed paths with. It wasn't what he thought about now though. He wanted to shove into the man's mouth and make him regret asking for him to come back. Fingers caught in Leon's hair, drawing him in as he shoved his dick into the man's mouth without care.
Don't stop don't stop. He tried to choke him, fingers twisting painfully, the fact that he wanted this didn't seem real.
Keeping Leon in place as he fucked his mouth was just a matter of need. He needed to be deeper inside the man's mouth than this, feel it convulse around him, and his badge and gun seemed were as lost as integrity. Leon's words had shoved corruption and bribery into his face and this felt as dirty as that, he didn't need bribes, the man's mouth on his dick was enough to make him forget the case and the position he was jostling for. His balls were still wet from Leon's mouth and tight. His skin felt drawn over his bones too tight all over and Leon's mouth was so goddamn obscene. He couldn't get over what the sight of Leon on his knees did to him and he tried to shove the desire in him back into the man's mouth with his prick, to fuck it back into his filthy mouth and hope he gagged on it. He came hard and thought he might fall back into the chair and keep rubbing Leon's face against him. Instead he shoved the man away.
"Don't bring me back here tomorrow night." He wouldn't be able to step foot inside and not want him again. "I'll be back during the day to talk to your employees first."
He knew exactly what he needed to know and that was enough for him. There was always information to be found and always the right places to look for them. The girl had been his, in a sense, the way all of his employees were. That meant that whatever she had been before the speak, her life had passed into his keeping when he'd hired her and the fact that he'd let it slip through his fingers felt like a hideous failure. Maybe being on his knees with this man shoving his cock down his throat was a kind of penance. He gripped Matt's thighs and took the movement and the fullness and the man's hands yanking at his hair as he dragged his face down into his lap and fucked his mouth as viciously as he wanted. Breath was an impossible thing to grasp hold of when he was shoving so deep, as though lust were a thing to be fucked down his throat, to strangle him on. He felt deliciously used, the feeling crawling down his spine when Matt came in his mouth and his throat worked to swallow his semen, his eyes on his face. He hoped it overwhelmed him. He hoped that when he was reporting to his superior tomorrow morning he was remembering Leon sucking him off, remembering what it felt like to come in the mouth of the man he was supposed to be investigating.
He got to his feet after Matt shoved him away, his lips feeling swollen and bruised, the taste of the man lingering in his mouth. "I'll be here when you come," he told him, thinking that there wasn't a single moment he wanted Matt in his club without being able to see him, touch him. "You can talk to my employees. I'll take you back here after you're done." The promise of what would happen then was implicit. He leaned close and dragged Matt up and out of his chair.
"I'm not done with you yet." The desk was there and he caught the man up in his hands and lifted him onto it with an easy heave of his arms. His weight was against him, leveraging him down onto the smooth wood surface and he dragged the man's pants off his legs before beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Maybe tomorrow I'll sit in that chair and make you fuck yourself on me. But tonight I'm going to fuck you." Matt's cock was still wet and gleaming from his saliva and he closed his fingers around it while he pushed his shirt open and kissed his exposed chest. His mouth brushed over one of his nipples and then he set his teeth to it, hard.
"I'm not coming back up here," he repeated, irritation not making quite the same impression when Leon was biting his nipple and startling a cry, tense, and it was hard to see why he wanted this or why Leon's touch seemed to spark so much desire through him. The thought of being fucked by him was both arousing and startling and whether it'd been on his mind since the kiss or not, it didn't make it less sudden to be half naked and in someone else's control. Lust was too controlling, forcing itself into every empty space inside of him. Washing through with blood and he wondered if he came tomorrow if he'd be thinking of the case or of this man. "You'll have to drag your chair out by the bar if you want to screw me in it."
He caught hold of Leon's chin and pulled him in. Pulled him in just to kiss him again, just to feel the man's mouth moving against his while his spit dried on Matt's prick under his fingers and the desk was hard, rocked against while Matt reached for Leon's opened pants, dragging them down his hips. "Except I think, no matter where we are, I wouldn't want to. All I want from you is this now."
Anything more than that was too compromising and he didn't want to think of himself in this man's grip. He wanted him but he'd wanted others before. They hadn't left him feeling so displaced in his own fucking skin, taunted by the knowledge of his anticipation for a stranger's cock, but it was still just a fuck and he valued his job more than this.
He watched Matt's face as the man pushed his pants down and then he took his wrists in his hands and pinned them to the desk. The gesture was imprisoning, his head dipping to lick at his jaw and he murmured, "I can make you want more than this." It was pure arrogance, there was no foundation for saying it when he didn't know this cop well enough to know what he really wanted but his wasn't the first life he had succeeded in making belong to him. It was only something to prove and if this man kept returning to his club on the pretense of investigating a murder he would have plenty of opportunities to do it. His mouth wandered to the man's other nipple and he suckled at him as though he were a woman, his teeth dragging, his hips working between his spread thighs as though he was already fucking him. His hands and the weight of his frame kept him pinned. "You don't have to think about it now, though. All you have to do is want my cock."
There was a bottle of oil in one of his desk drawers, kept there for the few men he had brought into his office before this one. He didn't often conduct such transactions here, preferring to keep them to the speak's lounges or anonymous hotel rooms but intent wove itself through the way he let go of Matt and straightened and pulled it out of his desk, his eyes on the man's face as he opened it to slick it over his cock. He wondered if he'd been fucked before, if any other man's prick had ever been shoved up his ass and if he'd liked it and whether there was a wife he would go home and fuck tonight after Leon was through with him. He was envious of imaginary figures, imagining them using this man's body the way he wanted to use them and he pushed Matt's thighs further apart before guiding the gleaming head of his cock to his asshole and pushing it in. The hand slippery with oil cupped over his balls and cock and pressed them up towards his stomach; it was rubbing over them as Leon penetrated him, sliding deeper and deeper in a motion that felt endless while the man's body took him and swallowed him whole.
"Fuck," he muttered when he was hilted at last, closing his eyes briefly. He leaned down to kiss him hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth while he rocked his hips and felt the way the man's ass gripped him and how he wanted to stay entwined with him like this for hours because it felt so fucking right.
His breath sucked in hard while Leon sucked on his nipple and he did want him. He wanted the man's cock so bad that it wasn't even embarrassing anymore. He'd forgotten everything but wanting it. Whatever token protest he might have offered the idea of wanting more than tonight was swallowed back while Leon's hand moved over his cock to oil it and tension felt like it would choke him just as surely as desire. "I do want it," he said needlessly. Impatience felt like something ugly and the way he looked didn't matter in these seconds, waiting for the man to come closer so he could inhale the lust that clung to him and rub himself in it. "I want your cock inside of me, tearing me open." A hand went behind him to the desk, holding him propped up while he leaned back as his legs were pushed apart. Leon penetrated deep inside of him and his cry was strangled, heavy with desire, dragging out while the man rubbed his cock and balls and made him feel torn between the touch and the way he was being split apart on Leon's cock.
His mind was splitting too. He didn't care, the idea of worrying about anything else but how to force Leon deeper into him feeling too consuming. The case disappeared, the speakeasy was nothing but a faint memory. It was this he wanted to feel sharper, the man's cock taking possession of him too easily, and Matt's fingers dug into Leon's arm as he pulled him closer to him. The man forced his way into every conscious thought and those didn't seem to exist past the lush exterior of the office and the intimacy of Leon's mouth on his. Even the man's tongue seemed intent on taking more and his legs went around Leon's waist to keep him hard to him while the man fucked him. He broke the kiss because it was too much and attempted to clear his head, his hand falling to the desk.
"Tell me, how many of the men in your pay have you fucked like this? Maybe some of them don't even need the cash, I can see how easily it might be to be addicted to your cock." He couldn't concentrate on his own fucking words.
Lust stroked its way down his spine, tightening low in his belly with the man's words telling him he wanted to be torn open. To be split apart on his cock, fucked in a way he would never forget and his hips bucked against the other man's in reaction before he drew in breath and took control of himself and began to fuck him in slow deliberate thrusts. Pushing deep, screwing all the way into him as though he could keep going forward forever and shove his cock all the way through the man. He wanted to impale him to the wood beneath him and then leave him there with his hands and legs spread-eagle, tied to the four corners of his desk. He would taunt him, bring his suppliers to the office and conduct business in front of him, let them look at the cop he had made his prize piece of ass before he sent them away so he could fuck the man, slide all the way through him again and give him what he needed.
The fantasies writhed in his mind as he drew back once the man let him go, catching his wrists again to pin them. He held him down and screwed him slowly, hips working between his legs to move his prick deep into him. "Only the ones who wouldn't be bought any other way," he said in answer to his question, his voice low and strained by lust. It was in his hands holding Matt's wrists and his gaze on his face while he fucked him, opened him up on his cock. "But I've never had a cop like this. I've never wanted one the way I want you."
The urge to make men belong to him wasn't atypical, it just didn't often come over him with someone like this. He took possession of men who had no other options, who might kill him in their desperation until he was inside them, fucking them, showing them who they belonged to now, that there was nothing they need think of or do but what he told them. Cops were to be bribed and dismissed; he'd never cared to try to make any of them his own man and he still didn't understand what it was about this one that was different. Outside of the office there was noise and music and laughter, a hundred drunken voices of men and women who would sign their last pennies over to him for a few drops of liquor, but in here there was only him and this man and the sound of their breathing, the sound of slick fucking as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. "Have you ever been fucked before?" He asked the question softly, dipping his head to lick at the underside of his chin, the line of his jaw.
The other man's deliberate way of screwing him was going to drive him insane. It felt like he was really going to be destroyed by him, the way the man moved so deeply into him that he couldn't breathe. He imagined going to work in the morning with the ache of the man's cock like guilt at every fucking step. The way they knew each other's names without knowing a thing about each other made it filthier. He could see Leon doing this to other men, driving them out of their minds with desire for him, and he freed one wrist to grip the man's shoulder when he turned his head to lick Leon's cheek messily as the man kissed his jaw.
"You're not my first man," he said indirectly, his eyes shut, and his entire life was a lie anyway, it didn't matter what he said. The desire to give Leon something real about himself, even just his name, was almost frightening. "You won't be my last either." He didn't know how it was possible to be possessed like this by anyone else though, pleasure working its way viciously inside of him and the office felt too casual beneath it, the lights baring everything they did to the antiseptic quality of life. His urgency to feel more just kept growing, shoving back against Leon's cock as if to force him to into moving too fast too hard.
"What kind of people can't you buy with anything but your cock?" he asked, wondering if he could be bought by more than this and if Leon would find his weakness faster than he could find the man's. "You haven't bought me, you know. I didn't agree to anything." He was reaffirming it to himself too, letting his hand fall to grip his dick while Leon fucked him. He stared back, his legs almost falling from around Leon's waist. "Maybe I'm buying your cooperation instead."
He would have loved to think about this man trying to work with his ass aching from being fucked tonight, every motion reminding him of this, of Leon holding him down and screwing so deep into him it was as though he wanted to ruin him. Maybe he would jerk off tomorrow underneath his desk thinking about it, wondering if this man was thinking of him, if he could still feel Leon inside of him. Waiting for him to come back to the speakeasy and question his employees so that he could watch him while he did it and dog every step he took through his domain, cornering him out of sight so that he could eat at his mouth and slide hands beneath his clothes, remind him that he had let Leon fuck him, that he had come with him in his office and let him put his cock in his mouth and let him split him open on his own prick. He released Matt's hand so that he could clutch at his shoulder and when he licked at his cheek he turned his head to catch him in a kiss, suck his tongue into his mouth.
"You don't have to agree. You just have to come back tomorrow." His hands caught at Matt's hips and he hitched the man up against himself, pulling him into deeper, faster thrusts. He watched the man watching him, watched him jerk himself off while Leon was fucking him, sliding through the slickness of oil and the tight grip of his ass. "We'll talk more then." As though talking was what he had in mind. One of his hands ran caressing over the man's ribs and he bent down over him as he moved through him, wanting to be close, to feel their bodies sliding against one another. He licked at Matt's mouth, holding him by the hair to keep him still.
"Who fucked you before I did? Someone you work with?" He dragged his mouth over this man's face, his eyes closed as he spoke, the questions breathless and invasive. "Do you have a wife? Does she know that you've had other men?" He grasped Matt's thighs to open them, pushing them up towards his chest so that he could impale him deeper. "Tell me about your life. Tell me what makes a man like you want this."
He wondered what Leon would do if he sent someone else in the morning instead. There were other people who could ask the same questions, men who'd been with him tonight. Perhaps Leon would fuck this other cop too, even if it was just to send him back as a message of what'd gone on between them. A flaunting of it. He could throw the case away, he knew this, disappearing wasn't a problem, but he'd come here for a reason, had taken it on because he wanted to win this. His pride was hurt enough by being spread out on this stranger's desk with the man's hands all over him. He could ignore that much when he wanted it too, when Leon might have been a murderer but he was one that he could feel shoved up hard inside of him and still crave for more. "Fuck tomorrow. I don't care about it." The words were low, almost muttered, and he reached back to hold his weight when Leon pulled his hips up, an involuntary moan following the action and then pinned down by the weight of Leon's mouth on him.
It made him feel likely to agree to anything. He tried to shake the feeling off but it clung on tenaciously and thinking of a story to tell this man felt like too much work, reaching for words, as he attempted to place himself into anything. "It was someone I worked with," Matt agreed, attempting to pull back from the way Leon's mouth roamed over his face. "He made me ride him in his chair the first time we fucked while he talked on the phone with his wife." He didn't answer anything else after, falling silent for a moment, his mind focused on how Leon's prick felt shoving into him. The other hand went back too, resting on the desk rather than on Leon while the man spread his thighs open and made an obscene picture of him on the edge of his desk. He felt so fucking exposed and it didn't matter. "You don't need to know about my life," he pointed out, "All you need to do is fuck me."
The mention of another man sent envy spiraling through him along with lust. It became a reality as Matt described it; he could imagine this other cop with his hands on Matt's thighs or his hips while he rode him, and he despised that nameless, faceless figure for fucking this man before he ever had, for taking what he wanted before he'd had the chance. His fingers gripped hard in Matt's hair and dragged his head back so that he could suck at his throat, digging teeth into the skin and he didn't care if he marked him, sent him back to his station with the evidence of what they'd done written on his skin. Let that other cop see him and know that he belonged to someone else now.
He kissed Matt again, a brief, pillaging drag of his lips and his tongue and then he pushed himself up a little, bracing his hands on the desk; his head hung low and he watched the man, watched his eyes as he fucked harder and harder into him. "I don't need to know," he agreed breathlessly, looking at his swollen lips, the sweat beading at his temples and the roots of his hair. "I'll find out what I want to find out." It was somewhere between a threat and a taunt, his hand reaching between them to cover Matt's on his dick and guide the way he stroked himself, making him do it faster in time with the quicker harder rhythm he was forcing on the man. He thrust deep, the sounds of it obscene, the slickness of the oil and the smack of his hips against Matt's. "I wish I could have been the first," he admitted, his voice tight with pleasure, with coiling tension. "Just to see what you looked like when I was done with you. You must have been so fucking gorgeous with his come running down your thighs."
He almost choked on the words, the breathless image they provoked. His hips slammed forward and he grasped Matt's hair again quickly and shoved their mouths together, smothering low sounds against him as he jerked and shuddered and came.
Each of Leon's words was hard to focus on, the threat the man pushed across not meaning enough when he didn't think the man could touch him so fucking easily. Never mind the fact that Leon was already in everything he was aware of, fucking himself into him until pleasure was defined and dragging a litany of obscene sounds from his throat, the way Leon held him and guided his hand decimating the memory of anyone else. For a split moment, this man was the only thing that mattered and he didn't think he'd be capable of leaving if he wanted to. His hand slipped free, pressing Leon's hand to him instead and he arched into it with silent demand, reaching to wrap his arm around Leon's body instead. The nearness of him was deliberate enough to make this motion hitting hard in him a necessity and he was still aware of where he was and the reason he was here but it felt so distant.
"You can see what I look like when you finish fucking me." The pleasure in Leon's voice felt like it was echoing inside of him and he wanted to melt into the insanity of it. The office was fucked up and too clean, the way Leon moved into his ass seeming to fuck filth into the room too, saturating it with the sweat and need, growing with Leon's mouth moving on his and dragging him into the whirlwind of another kiss. He didn't want to stop kissing him back, swallowing the sounds Leon made as he came as if they were something he could keep inside of him.
Breath stolen, kisses turned vicious, his legs moving to wrap briefly around Leon's waist as if to keep the man hard up against him because it wouldn't feel like enough otherwise. He had to be overwhelmed by him, had to feel him shake up the entire basis of his existence.
He rubbed against Matt's groin, shoved his thighs wider and nudged his erection up towards his stomach so he could lick at his balls, running his tongue along the seam of them. He sucked them into his mouth one after the other, wetting them with spit until they gleamed and then he swallowed the man's cock down again and pushed his face into his lap as he sucked him. Want ran its fingers down his back at every moment and the stroke of it was more than he could take. His desire was to consume this man as though he were something he could take inside him and keep forever. It was all a piece with how he ran his speak. Everything that came into this place, everyone who worked here or walked through it inevitably belonged to him in some way. Maybe it was all hubris. Until the murders had begun he had believed that he could make anyone loyal to him.
He drew back again, nuzzling against the hardness of the man's erection. "Go back to your station after tonight and tell them you need more time to investigate. And when you come back here tomorrow night I'll take you into my office again and you can question me some more." The words were breathed dark and low and against the man's cock, his eyes closed as he rubbed it against his mouth and his cheek. Then they opened and he lifted his gaze to Matt's face and watched the way he stared back at him with desire blatant in his expression. He didn't know what it was that so drew him to this man and before he took his dick back into his mouth he told him, "Fuck my mouth, choke me on your cock and don't stop until you come."
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Don't stop don't stop. He tried to choke him, fingers twisting painfully, the fact that he wanted this didn't seem real.
Keeping Leon in place as he fucked his mouth was just a matter of need. He needed to be deeper inside the man's mouth than this, feel it convulse around him, and his badge and gun seemed were as lost as integrity. Leon's words had shoved corruption and bribery into his face and this felt as dirty as that, he didn't need bribes, the man's mouth on his dick was enough to make him forget the case and the position he was jostling for. His balls were still wet from Leon's mouth and tight. His skin felt drawn over his bones too tight all over and Leon's mouth was so goddamn obscene. He couldn't get over what the sight of Leon on his knees did to him and he tried to shove the desire in him back into the man's mouth with his prick, to fuck it back into his filthy mouth and hope he gagged on it. He came hard and thought he might fall back into the chair and keep rubbing Leon's face against him. Instead he shoved the man away.
"Don't bring me back here tomorrow night." He wouldn't be able to step foot inside and not want him again. "I'll be back during the day to talk to your employees first."
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He got to his feet after Matt shoved him away, his lips feeling swollen and bruised, the taste of the man lingering in his mouth. "I'll be here when you come," he told him, thinking that there wasn't a single moment he wanted Matt in his club without being able to see him, touch him. "You can talk to my employees. I'll take you back here after you're done." The promise of what would happen then was implicit. He leaned close and dragged Matt up and out of his chair.
"I'm not done with you yet." The desk was there and he caught the man up in his hands and lifted him onto it with an easy heave of his arms. His weight was against him, leveraging him down onto the smooth wood surface and he dragged the man's pants off his legs before beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Maybe tomorrow I'll sit in that chair and make you fuck yourself on me. But tonight I'm going to fuck you." Matt's cock was still wet and gleaming from his saliva and he closed his fingers around it while he pushed his shirt open and kissed his exposed chest. His mouth brushed over one of his nipples and then he set his teeth to it, hard.
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He caught hold of Leon's chin and pulled him in. Pulled him in just to kiss him again, just to feel the man's mouth moving against his while his spit dried on Matt's prick under his fingers and the desk was hard, rocked against while Matt reached for Leon's opened pants, dragging them down his hips. "Except I think, no matter where we are, I wouldn't want to. All I want from you is this now."
Anything more than that was too compromising and he didn't want to think of himself in this man's grip. He wanted him but he'd wanted others before. They hadn't left him feeling so displaced in his own fucking skin, taunted by the knowledge of his anticipation for a stranger's cock, but it was still just a fuck and he valued his job more than this.
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There was a bottle of oil in one of his desk drawers, kept there for the few men he had brought into his office before this one. He didn't often conduct such transactions here, preferring to keep them to the speak's lounges or anonymous hotel rooms but intent wove itself through the way he let go of Matt and straightened and pulled it out of his desk, his eyes on the man's face as he opened it to slick it over his cock. He wondered if he'd been fucked before, if any other man's prick had ever been shoved up his ass and if he'd liked it and whether there was a wife he would go home and fuck tonight after Leon was through with him. He was envious of imaginary figures, imagining them using this man's body the way he wanted to use them and he pushed Matt's thighs further apart before guiding the gleaming head of his cock to his asshole and pushing it in. The hand slippery with oil cupped over his balls and cock and pressed them up towards his stomach; it was rubbing over them as Leon penetrated him, sliding deeper and deeper in a motion that felt endless while the man's body took him and swallowed him whole.
"Fuck," he muttered when he was hilted at last, closing his eyes briefly. He leaned down to kiss him hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth while he rocked his hips and felt the way the man's ass gripped him and how he wanted to stay entwined with him like this for hours because it felt so fucking right.
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His mind was splitting too. He didn't care, the idea of worrying about anything else but how to force Leon deeper into him feeling too consuming. The case disappeared, the speakeasy was nothing but a faint memory. It was this he wanted to feel sharper, the man's cock taking possession of him too easily, and Matt's fingers dug into Leon's arm as he pulled him closer to him. The man forced his way into every conscious thought and those didn't seem to exist past the lush exterior of the office and the intimacy of Leon's mouth on his. Even the man's tongue seemed intent on taking more and his legs went around Leon's waist to keep him hard to him while the man fucked him. He broke the kiss because it was too much and attempted to clear his head, his hand falling to the desk.
"Tell me, how many of the men in your pay have you fucked like this? Maybe some of them don't even need the cash, I can see how easily it might be to be addicted to your cock." He couldn't concentrate on his own fucking words.
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The fantasies writhed in his mind as he drew back once the man let him go, catching his wrists again to pin them. He held him down and screwed him slowly, hips working between his legs to move his prick deep into him. "Only the ones who wouldn't be bought any other way," he said in answer to his question, his voice low and strained by lust. It was in his hands holding Matt's wrists and his gaze on his face while he fucked him, opened him up on his cock. "But I've never had a cop like this. I've never wanted one the way I want you."
The urge to make men belong to him wasn't atypical, it just didn't often come over him with someone like this. He took possession of men who had no other options, who might kill him in their desperation until he was inside them, fucking them, showing them who they belonged to now, that there was nothing they need think of or do but what he told them. Cops were to be bribed and dismissed; he'd never cared to try to make any of them his own man and he still didn't understand what it was about this one that was different. Outside of the office there was noise and music and laughter, a hundred drunken voices of men and women who would sign their last pennies over to him for a few drops of liquor, but in here there was only him and this man and the sound of their breathing, the sound of slick fucking as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. "Have you ever been fucked before?" He asked the question softly, dipping his head to lick at the underside of his chin, the line of his jaw.
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"You're not my first man," he said indirectly, his eyes shut, and his entire life was a lie anyway, it didn't matter what he said. The desire to give Leon something real about himself, even just his name, was almost frightening. "You won't be my last either." He didn't know how it was possible to be possessed like this by anyone else though, pleasure working its way viciously inside of him and the office felt too casual beneath it, the lights baring everything they did to the antiseptic quality of life. His urgency to feel more just kept growing, shoving back against Leon's cock as if to force him to into moving too fast too hard.
"What kind of people can't you buy with anything but your cock?" he asked, wondering if he could be bought by more than this and if Leon would find his weakness faster than he could find the man's. "You haven't bought me, you know. I didn't agree to anything." He was reaffirming it to himself too, letting his hand fall to grip his dick while Leon fucked him. He stared back, his legs almost falling from around Leon's waist. "Maybe I'm buying your cooperation instead."
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"You don't have to agree. You just have to come back tomorrow." His hands caught at Matt's hips and he hitched the man up against himself, pulling him into deeper, faster thrusts. He watched the man watching him, watched him jerk himself off while Leon was fucking him, sliding through the slickness of oil and the tight grip of his ass. "We'll talk more then." As though talking was what he had in mind. One of his hands ran caressing over the man's ribs and he bent down over him as he moved through him, wanting to be close, to feel their bodies sliding against one another. He licked at Matt's mouth, holding him by the hair to keep him still.
"Who fucked you before I did? Someone you work with?" He dragged his mouth over this man's face, his eyes closed as he spoke, the questions breathless and invasive. "Do you have a wife? Does she know that you've had other men?" He grasped Matt's thighs to open them, pushing them up towards his chest so that he could impale him deeper. "Tell me about your life. Tell me what makes a man like you want this."
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It made him feel likely to agree to anything. He tried to shake the feeling off but it clung on tenaciously and thinking of a story to tell this man felt like too much work, reaching for words, as he attempted to place himself into anything. "It was someone I worked with," Matt agreed, attempting to pull back from the way Leon's mouth roamed over his face. "He made me ride him in his chair the first time we fucked while he talked on the phone with his wife." He didn't answer anything else after, falling silent for a moment, his mind focused on how Leon's prick felt shoving into him. The other hand went back too, resting on the desk rather than on Leon while the man spread his thighs open and made an obscene picture of him on the edge of his desk. He felt so fucking exposed and it didn't matter. "You don't need to know about my life," he pointed out, "All you need to do is fuck me."
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He kissed Matt again, a brief, pillaging drag of his lips and his tongue and then he pushed himself up a little, bracing his hands on the desk; his head hung low and he watched the man, watched his eyes as he fucked harder and harder into him. "I don't need to know," he agreed breathlessly, looking at his swollen lips, the sweat beading at his temples and the roots of his hair. "I'll find out what I want to find out." It was somewhere between a threat and a taunt, his hand reaching between them to cover Matt's on his dick and guide the way he stroked himself, making him do it faster in time with the quicker harder rhythm he was forcing on the man. He thrust deep, the sounds of it obscene, the slickness of the oil and the smack of his hips against Matt's. "I wish I could have been the first," he admitted, his voice tight with pleasure, with coiling tension. "Just to see what you looked like when I was done with you. You must have been so fucking gorgeous with his come running down your thighs."
He almost choked on the words, the breathless image they provoked. His hips slammed forward and he grasped Matt's hair again quickly and shoved their mouths together, smothering low sounds against him as he jerked and shuddered and came.
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"You can see what I look like when you finish fucking me." The pleasure in Leon's voice felt like it was echoing inside of him and he wanted to melt into the insanity of it. The office was fucked up and too clean, the way Leon moved into his ass seeming to fuck filth into the room too, saturating it with the sweat and need, growing with Leon's mouth moving on his and dragging him into the whirlwind of another kiss. He didn't want to stop kissing him back, swallowing the sounds Leon made as he came as if they were something he could keep inside of him.
Breath stolen, kisses turned vicious, his legs moving to wrap briefly around Leon's waist as if to keep the man hard up against him because it wouldn't feel like enough otherwise. He had to be overwhelmed by him, had to feel him shake up the entire basis of his existence.
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