The more he listened to the man speak, the more unsure he was of what the hell was meant to have gone on. There was too much inebriated rambling that made him feel as if the man didn't know anything at all. Glancing past him, Matt caught the bartender watching him, a bare glance, but he broke off from the other conversation to move toward the bar again. It was there that Leon's men closed in and asked him to come upstairs. His eyes slid away and scanned through the room again, knowing that the man he'd come with would see this if he was still in the room. He caught him in one of the glances around the cigarette smoke filled room and wondered if he should resist. Another look at the men's faces made him decide against it and he fingered the gun he carried while he walked with them out of the room, as if making sure it was still there
( ... )
Except they were still the good guys and Leon was still the man making a profit out of an illegal business. He wanted to tell the man this, to make him understand, but he didn't. He let Leon send him stumbling into the chair instead, gripping the arms as it moved when he collapsed in it, his thighs opening willingly enough, and the sight of Leon going to his knees before him like this was enough to make the next breath feel like it might choke him. Whether Leon might have really killed him or not tonight wasn't something he wanted to explore. He liked to think the men he'd come with tonight would have been some help against this man and his employees but tucked away like this he was completely alone and distant from any other person's corruption
( ... )
"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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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.
( ... )
"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 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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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 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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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