For Sarah -- who asked for Savin and #1 theun4givablesOctober 2 2015, 14:33:45 UTC
Savin glanced around the Palace reception hall, his eyes landing on a familiar head of blond hair. He stood with two other men, his expression oozing nothing but professional courtesy, his body language relaxed. From where Savin stood, he watched as Jazz lifted his glass of wine to his lips.
He knew he shouldn’t interrupt the conversation. He was just the Imperial Consort, after all. Nothing more than that. Except this particular political dinner had gone on far too long in Savin’s opinion, and he should probably head back to their apartment soon.
Thing was, he didn’t want to go alone.
As he approached Jazz, he did so with a purpose. Maybe if he could convince his husband to leave with him early...
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Savin said, flashing the two men surrounding Jazz with a disarming smile. “I would like to speak with my husband alone for a moment.”
Jazz just raised an eyebrow, his brow furrowing some as Savin then whisked Jazz away from the two men in question before they could so much as say anything. “Is everything alright?” he asked, blindly following Savin as he directed him away from the reception hall.
“No,” Savin answered, finding a secluded enough area hidden from view. He was mindful of Jazz’s wine glass as he pushed Jazz up against the hallway, his lips coming down hard on top of Jazz’s. Jazz stiffened underneath him, one hand gripping Savin’s arm tightly as Savin deepened the kiss. “I want you. Now.”
“Savin, I --” Jazz let out a quiet gasp as Savin began to kiss along the edge of his neck, his hands making quick work of Jazz’s belt. “What if someone --”
“Can move this to a bathroom stall if you want,” Savin muttered, his hand slipping underneath the edge of Jazz’s boxers. His fingers ghosted along Jazz’s forming arousal. His lips were still at Jazz’s throat as he spoke, his teeth grazing against sensitive skin. “I promise to be quick...”
“Don’t think there’s --” Jazz bit back a moan and threw his head back, giving Savin better access to his neck. “-- the bathroom’s not -- not a good idea...”
“Guests aren’t allowed in this part of the hall, you know,” Savin muttered, relishing in the way Jazz shivered underneath his touch. “Confirmed it with Amelia. Only regular Palace staff and Council members...”
“But the cameras --”
Savin snorted, lowering himself to his knees in front of Jazz and looking up at his husband. “Do you want me to stop?” he breathed as he pulled Jazz free from his pants, his lips brushing against the head of Jazz’s cock as he spoke.
Jazz let out a quiet whine and shook his head. “Just -- you better be quick,” he said. “If anyone comes looking for me --”
“Don’t worry,” Savin murmured, smirking up at Jazz. “They won’t even notice you were gone...”
He knew he shouldn’t interrupt the conversation. He was just the Imperial Consort, after all. Nothing more than that. Except this particular political dinner had gone on far too long in Savin’s opinion, and he should probably head back to their apartment soon.
Thing was, he didn’t want to go alone.
As he approached Jazz, he did so with a purpose. Maybe if he could convince his husband to leave with him early...
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Savin said, flashing the two men surrounding Jazz with a disarming smile. “I would like to speak with my husband alone for a moment.”
Jazz just raised an eyebrow, his brow furrowing some as Savin then whisked Jazz away from the two men in question before they could so much as say anything. “Is everything alright?” he asked, blindly following Savin as he directed him away from the reception hall.
“No,” Savin answered, finding a secluded enough area hidden from view. He was mindful of Jazz’s wine glass as he pushed Jazz up against the hallway, his lips coming down hard on top of Jazz’s. Jazz stiffened underneath him, one hand gripping Savin’s arm tightly as Savin deepened the kiss. “I want you. Now.”
“Savin, I --” Jazz let out a quiet gasp as Savin began to kiss along the edge of his neck, his hands making quick work of Jazz’s belt. “What if someone --”
“Can move this to a bathroom stall if you want,” Savin muttered, his hand slipping underneath the edge of Jazz’s boxers. His fingers ghosted along Jazz’s forming arousal. His lips were still at Jazz’s throat as he spoke, his teeth grazing against sensitive skin. “I promise to be quick...”
“Don’t think there’s --” Jazz bit back a moan and threw his head back, giving Savin better access to his neck. “-- the bathroom’s not -- not a good idea...”
“Guests aren’t allowed in this part of the hall, you know,” Savin muttered, relishing in the way Jazz shivered underneath his touch. “Confirmed it with Amelia. Only regular Palace staff and Council members...”
“But the cameras --”
Savin snorted, lowering himself to his knees in front of Jazz and looking up at his husband. “Do you want me to stop?” he breathed as he pulled Jazz free from his pants, his lips brushing against the head of Jazz’s cock as he spoke.
Jazz let out a quiet whine and shook his head. “Just -- you better be quick,” he said. “If anyone comes looking for me --”
“Don’t worry,” Savin murmured, smirking up at Jazz. “They won’t even notice you were gone...”
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