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.
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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