2nd Fill: Business Propositions (7/?)
anonymous
November 6 2011, 15:41:26 UTC
Erik would have none of that, transferring Charles' hands to one of his own and pinning them to one side of his head. Then, he stilled, and simply stared. That, more than anything took Charles' breath away, stilling his frustrated motions even though the steady thrum of want was still there. He tried to imagine what it was Erik was seeing. He seemed to be taking in the sight of Charles spread out before him, flushed, saturated with lust, and just ready to be fucked. Erik almost looked... reverent.
“Last chance.” Erik said suddenly, voice dark, even as he reached to undo his own belt buckle, reminding Charles that the taller man was still completely clothed.
Something about those words made the annoyance rise back up in Charles and, given that he didn't have access to his hands, he latched his legs tighter around Erik's hips and tugged him forward. Erik only avoided falling completely by using the hand that had been pinning Charles' to catch himself on the desk, leaving the smaller man to his own devices. Charles took full advantage, using his newly released hands to wrap firmly around Erik's neck and bring him down to his level.
“It's a little late for that, I think.” Charles said low, once he bent Erik down so that his face was only a bare inch from his own, words more husky. It had the desired effect, stunning the man into absolute stillness and making Charles incredibly pleased with himself. A section of Erik's hair had escaped its styling to fall over his forehead, the dark hair almost shining red under the light. Charles tugged at the strands idly, smoothing them back piece by piece, trying to figure out if he'd imagined the shudder that had shot through the other man.
“Besides,” The word almost came out as a sigh, even as the words Charles was about to say made all of his muscles clench, “if I didn't want to do something... you would know it.”
And with that, Charles was pretty sure he broke the other man. Any distance between them was gone in an instant, the fabric of Erik's shirt rubbing evilly along Charles' length, probably ruining the fabric. Neither cared. Erik's belt came free with a savage tug, the rest was easy after that.
The only warning Charles got for the next inevitable step was an indistinct motion of Erik reaching back into the open desk drawer. He came back out with the flash of a familiar square of foil and the small bottle from earlier. Then, impossibly fast, everything was set, the blade of Erik's nose pressed snugly under Charles' jaw, and there was pressure.
Erik's hand clamped over Charles' mouth just in time to stop the moan from tearing out of him, leaving him only to blink away the sudden moisture in his eyes and try to regulate his breathing.
Whatever preparation those fingers were supposed to be, Charles knew now that they were completely inadequate for the task at hand. The burn was back again, in force, but it was a blunt throb that had waves and troughs in time with is heartbeat. There weren't any sharp pains, which he took as a good sign. Courteously, Erik kept still, letting Charles get used to it, whispering in the younger man's ear with sharp syllables. Charles honed in on it desperately until he world just became simply sounds and the throbbing burn at the bidding of his heartbeat.
Outside the office one of the employees must have told some kind of joke as four or five people bubbled into laughter, cutting through the paper thin walls clear as day. Their conversation eased back to a nonsensical murmur shortly after, the sounds of pens tapping on desks, typing on keyboards adding to the onslaught. Above it all, was the steady soothing whisper of Erik's voice.
“Easy. Be calm.” He coaxed, talking to him like a spooked horse. Charles didn't think into that too deeply, especially since it seemed to be working. As soon as he eased somewhat, no longer pinched and pained, Erik took the opportunity to slide his free hand under Charles' hips and pulled him up for a more appropriate angle. The jostling sent the pressure inside him to new and frankly amazing places... and then Erik pushed again.
“Last chance.” Erik said suddenly, voice dark, even as he reached to undo his own belt buckle, reminding Charles that the taller man was still completely clothed.
Something about those words made the annoyance rise back up in Charles and, given that he didn't have access to his hands, he latched his legs tighter around Erik's hips and tugged him forward. Erik only avoided falling completely by using the hand that had been pinning Charles' to catch himself on the desk, leaving the smaller man to his own devices. Charles took full advantage, using his newly released hands to wrap firmly around Erik's neck and bring him down to his level.
“It's a little late for that, I think.” Charles said low, once he bent Erik down so that his face was only a bare inch from his own, words more husky. It had the desired effect, stunning the man into absolute stillness and making Charles incredibly pleased with himself. A section of Erik's hair had escaped its styling to fall over his forehead, the dark hair almost shining red under the light. Charles tugged at the strands idly, smoothing them back piece by piece, trying to figure out if he'd imagined the shudder that had shot through the other man.
“Besides,” The word almost came out as a sigh, even as the words Charles was about to say made all of his muscles clench, “if I didn't want to do something... you would know it.”
And with that, Charles was pretty sure he broke the other man. Any distance between them was gone in an instant, the fabric of Erik's shirt rubbing evilly along Charles' length, probably ruining the fabric. Neither cared. Erik's belt came free with a savage tug, the rest was easy after that.
The only warning Charles got for the next inevitable step was an indistinct motion of Erik reaching back into the open desk drawer. He came back out with the flash of a familiar square of foil and the small bottle from earlier. Then, impossibly fast, everything was set, the blade of Erik's nose pressed snugly under Charles' jaw, and there was pressure.
Erik's hand clamped over Charles' mouth just in time to stop the moan from tearing out of him, leaving him only to blink away the sudden moisture in his eyes and try to regulate his breathing.
Whatever preparation those fingers were supposed to be, Charles knew now that they were completely inadequate for the task at hand. The burn was back again, in force, but it was a blunt throb that had waves and troughs in time with is heartbeat. There weren't any sharp pains, which he took as a good sign. Courteously, Erik kept still, letting Charles get used to it, whispering in the younger man's ear with sharp syllables. Charles honed in on it desperately until he world just became simply sounds and the throbbing burn at the bidding of his heartbeat.
Outside the office one of the employees must have told some kind of joke as four or five people bubbled into laughter, cutting through the paper thin walls clear as day. Their conversation eased back to a nonsensical murmur shortly after, the sounds of pens tapping on desks, typing on keyboards adding to the onslaught. Above it all, was the steady soothing whisper of Erik's voice.
“Easy. Be calm.” He coaxed, talking to him like a spooked horse. Charles didn't think into that too deeply, especially since it seemed to be working. As soon as he eased somewhat, no longer pinched and pained, Erik took the opportunity to slide his free hand under Charles' hips and pulled him up for a more appropriate angle. The jostling sent the pressure inside him to new and frankly amazing places... and then Erik pushed again.
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