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Naughty texts

Ivan wasn't the type for self-love. Noel was the person that got him going, when Noel wasn't around then Ivan had other things begging for his attention to occupy his mind. Masturbation, if anything, was a waste of time that could better be spent doing something else.

It was when Noel was at headquarters and Ivan was in his usual state of on-call from his home office that he took a break to shower, to dress. As the steam on the large bathroom mirror faded he caught his own reflection in it.

Caught the reflection of all those beautiful lines and patterns Noel left on his skin from the night before. Careful, hesitant, Ivan reached out to the mirror and traced the reflection of them before drawing his hand back to watch as he traced them on his own skin. One of the lines crossed a nipple and Ivan pinched it as he reached there, a small gasp escaping his mouth before he could stop himself. Even alone in the house, it felt ... shameless. His skin was already a little red from the heat of the shower, so it hid what was surely Ivan's own blush.

He first thought that he shouldn't be doing this. Not without Noel there. To watch or participate, he wasn't certain. That brought another thought to him though, a wicked thought that had never crossed his mind before but now that it was there he couldn't quite get rid of it.

It wasn't long before Noel had a text message alert of just a photo attachment. A selfie from Ivan, taken inexpertly in his bathroom mirror, shirt hiked up to expose his nipples which stood clearly flushed and hard from being toyed with. The lines Noel had left on his skin from the ropes criss-crossed along Ivan's pale skin, vanishing under the waistband of trousers that were opened and let sag down far enough that the patch of dark hair and the very edge of the base of his cock was visible. The eye contact that was so hard in person was easier indirectly - looking into the camera instead, his lip bitten, hoping Noel liked what he saw.

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That message would reach Noel in a meeting. They were running down a serial killer and had just unearthed a body. This wasn't Noel's special field in the least. He was the guy who would be signed up to knock down doors, run down the suspects, get right into a gun battle. Sure, he could do this as well, after years of secret agent bullshit, he had a very good idea of how the criminal mind worked. But there were others better than him at this kind of logic.

He still listened carefully while the other agents spoke and shared their thoughts, occasionally piping in with something no one else had thought of.

In short, he was a little bored.

Reclining against his chair, he fished out his phone when it buzzed and gave it a cursory glance to see who had sent him a message. If it was someone who could wait, he would answer back later. But there were people who he needed to be able to answer back immediately, most of them snitches.

And then there was Ivan.

A little worried about what it might be, he opened the message immediately when he saw it was from Ivan and then went to pull his phone back and closer to his chest when he saw what it was about. Oh, he knew that look on Ivan's face, and the way his skin was flushed and nipples stood out. It was the first time he ever thought about what Ivan got around doing when he was alone at home.

Noel kind of wanted to see him masturbating now.

He gave the meeting a cursory glance, trying to stay as cool as he would if this were just some random message. Then he typed in: You're so damn beautiful, love. I wish I was there. Then, after a moment he added: I want to see you pinch your nipples.

Ivan had waited in the bathroom, staring down at his phone, teeth worrying at his lips as he wondered if he had gone too far somehow. All that washed away when he got Noel's reply, anxiety melting like ice in summer heat.

Noel had texted, not called, so Ivan thought that meant a meeting of some kind or otherwise being in public. Turning off the microphone, he propped his phone up so he wouldn't risk a shaky video before he hit record.

Pulling his shirt back up again, fingers lightly touching at his nippes as he imagined Noel's voice murmuring in his ear. He pinched, light at first, then hard, twisting a bit as well.

"Noel..." Ivan moaned. There would be no audio but his mouth clearly formed his lover's name. His hands were indeed trembling as he reached out to turn the video off, to send it to Noel and await his response.

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Noel tried not to be obvious about waiting to see what Ivan would respond with. He even participated in the planning, raising his voice when something came up that he could chime in on, suggesting a way to catch their target.

But the moment his phone buzzed, he picked it up and rocked back on the hind legs of his chair and clicked the message open.

He couldn't help the smile that spread over his lips, though, cat-like and satisfied. Ivan looked absolutely exquisite like that. He had been teasing himself not long enough at all for Noel's standards but it was to be expected.

That looked like you enjoyed yourself, he shot back quicly. Go find the box and show me what you want to put inside yourself.

He waited for a moment, glancing over his phone at the people in the meeting, his eyes meeting with Elijah's and Noel gave him a grin, nodding.

Then he hit sent on a message he had been keeping on the screen: And Ivan, do not touch your cock before I tell you to do so.

Ivan was off like a shot as soon as he got Noel's first message, shedding clothing as he made his way to the bedroom from the bathroom, only keeping his phone with him to keep the show going for Noel. It felt taboo, getting into the box without Noel there with him, watching him, even if Noel had told him to do it. His phone buzzed again, and he could swear his cock ached that much more at the order to not touch it.

Another image was sent to Noel. Ivan, naked on his knees, toybox in front of him, cock thick between his legs but untouched. Text sent with it, I'll be good.

Ivan prided himself on how good he was for Noel. He might have been an amateur at what they got up to, but he liked to think he was a bit of a natural in some ways.

With great care and reverence he opened up the box, biting at his lip again as another shiver ran through him upon beholding its contents. He couldn't work knots like Noel, so all the ropes were out. Besides, Noel had specifically said what he wanted to put inside of himself...

Ivan flushed at the selection, but eventually sent Noel another picture - a thick vibrating plug, the kind meant to tease with girth as well as stimulation. If he had to wait until Noel told him he could touch himself anyway... he liked being a mindless whimpering mess for Noel, to feel so relaxed all his worries had fled him.

Noel honestly tried to participate in the meeting while Ivan was taking his time to find a toy for himself. He still kept checking his phone just in case the vibrator hadn't worked this time...

He answered a few questions, suggested a few more, even penned down some notes. He managed to ignore the first buzzing of his phone but the second made him pull back again and stand up as if he was going to get some more coffee. And in fact he did. But while doing so he was skipping through the pictures and messages Ivan had sent, a bang of need and desire so deep and aching ran straight through him at the promise to be good that he had to take a moment just to quietly pour himself some coffee and carefully think about the caffeine instead.

Love, you are always so good. So good to me.

And because you're being so good, you should get a reward.

I want you to take some lube and loosen yourself up. Get on your knees to the bed, use your hand until you can put in two fingers without a problem. And I want a picture of your face while you're doing that.

Taking a picture and fingering himself would require Ivan to let his shoulders be the balance point against the mattress, which would put him nicely on display as well as practically offer his prostate for his fingers. Noel felt no regret manipulating him like this. It was for Ivan's pleasure after all.

While Noel texted back, Ivan waited. Noel had said to pick a toy after all, not to use it yet, and he squirmed in place where he knelt next to the bed. He was keeping his hands to himself like he promised, but oh it was difficult. The chime of his phone made him gasp, checking Noel's message and reading it at least three times over after the first. His heart was fluttering - affection, love, lust, all mixed together.

He set the plug on the bed as well so it would be easy to reach when it was time. The lube, well, it was never that far out of reach of the bed... It took Ivan a few moments to find the right angle while keeping with Noel's instructions. He didn't even feel the initial anxiety that he always did before he prepared himself without Noel there to gently encourage him through it. He imagined Noel there, however, calling up the vivid image easily thanks to the texts. His first lubed finger slid in to the first knuckle easily before there was any resistance. Tugging on his cock might have helped things along, but he'd have to both put down the phone and break Noel's trust for that, which was a no-go.

Besides, the moment he managed to just barely caress his prostate - easier than he'd ever found it on his own before - the rest came easily. That was when he took the picture, the pleasured bliss of working himself from the inside like Noel had asked, biting at his lip, dark brown curls half covering his eyes because he'd have to pause in what he was doing to move them away and it felt far too good to stop. He pressed and rubbed at the spot inside of himself until his hole was all but begging for the second finger. It was tight at first, edging on too tight, but Ivan liked the faint burn of it and with a little extra lube and more toying with his prostate and slower going it came easier. He took two more pictures in this time to send off, in various states of that ecstatic bliss he got when he was ready to beg Noel for harder, for more. The fourth and final one he was looking directly at the camera, lust filled eyes, mouth slightly slack as he gasped for breath. 2 in

The wait was longer this time and Noel found himself increasingly impatient. It was like sitting on needles. Every time he thought his phone buzzed and he was wrong, those times when he checked it just to see if he had missed it somehow. After just a few moments he had to forcibly pocket his phone and focus on the meeting.

Asher was smirking at him from across the table as if he knew something was going on and Noel couldn't even care.

When he received the picture, though, he couldn't help it, he had to hear it. He just had to.

So he fished out his hands-free and plugged it in. It was gladly a thing of beauty with just a tiny plug in his ear and a microphone sticking out of it. Then he opened a line to Ivan, the phone ringing. While it took a moment to connect, Noel's fingers flew over the keys.

Ivan, you are a work of art. If you would ask me right now, I would find a flight home.

You look absolutely exquisite.

Are you enjoying yourself? How does it feel? Do you need a third one soon?

Typing back would have been difficult, with two fingers slowly scissoring himself open, always pausing to massage at his prostate again, muscles twitching around his fingers.

Reading Noel's messages were sweet torture- if only Noel were there to murmur in his ear. Then the call notification came up and ivan fumbled so much with the touch screen he almost turned it off before he answered, set it to speaker. God he hoped Noel wasnt making a work call because Ivan couldn't keep the lust out of his voice.

"Noel," ivan moaned, breathy, his thighs and shoulders were aching at the position but not bad enough to take away from the pleasure of it. "Noel, please, can I add a third?"

He wouldn't until he was given permission. If Noel demanded Ivan keep himself on edge until Noel's return he would find a way to do it.

Noel shuddered a little when the line connected and Ivan's voice was in his ear, full of lust and need. He knew Ivan wanted to hear him, so he found a way to hum approvingly in a right kind of spot during the conversation in the meeting.

The fact that Ivan was waiting for his permission also made something satisfied curl in his gut tightly. He would need a lengthy moment for himself at the end of all this. He hoped the meeting would end so he could find a private spot and coax Ivan into a mindless orgasm soon.

He had to wait for another moment for a proper moment in the conversation to answer Ivan, every dragged breath of his a sweet torture to listen to, and when it came he took it firmly. "Yes, do that."

Asher tended to be bored at most meetings. The majority of his contributions came at the beginning, and he was kept around after as a just in case for the small handful of times things turned out to be part of much more than they had originally seemed. He didn't think this was one of those times, so, boredom. He made a good show of pretending to listen, however, even if he was having much more fun watching the rest of the team.

Like Noel, exchanging naughty texts with Ivan. At least, Asher would bed cash money some naughty texts were happening, and who would they be to other than Ivan? He'd caught rope marks on the other man's wrist when his cuff rode up at one point as he reached past Asher for something, a fellow pervert like Asher didn't need many clues to peace together the exact nature of their relationship even if all the rest of the team knew was that they were much closer than they let on and everyone silently agreed to pretend they didn't notice.

Asher and Noel were similar, which helped too. Maybe not the same species exactly, but they were different animals of the same breed none the less.

Catching the man slip in a mic, hearing his contributions, Asher figured one good turn deserved another.

Under the table, he toed off one of his shoes and began running his foot along Elijah's ankle as he talked, resting his chin on his palm in such a way that only Elijah would be able to see his expression at the table, and ever so slowly licked his lips as soon as he caught the other man's attention.

He was a helper.

Elijah wasn't blind at all to Noel's and Ivan's relationship. He didn't know the extend of it. He didn't profile his team quite as eagerly as Asher and a few of the others did. He tried to keep it at minimum. But there was no mistaking the way Ivan relaxed the moment Noel was in the same space with him and the way Noel lost the edge of his focus that usually was razor sharp. Elijah had seen them once, just standing beside a railing, looking over the office, not at each other, Ivan's hands in his pockets, Noel's on the railing, turned towards the office, not to each other, talking quietly. There was nothing else there to read than the softness around Ivan's mouth and the steady lack of danger in Noel's posture. It had been a curious realisation. Elijah had thought they were just having sex, but after watching them quietly like that, he had realised that it was much, much more than that.

He had to wonder at times if the rest of his team saw the same kind of signs around him. It was possible. And yet, he wasn't worried.

The meeting was starting to circulate around the same issues, repeating itself. There were those who needed it in the team. Elijah didn't get much out of it. He either got something or didn't. And here he would need a few more breakthroughs before they'd find the real culprit.

Asher's toes on his ankle still make him pause, his body going still and suspended in anticipation when he glanced at the little imp in question.

And there he was, giving Elijah that little smirk that he never had been very good at resisting, licking his lips that was completely unnecessary in terms of effect. Elijah could feel himself growing hard simply because that smirk and Asher knew exactly what kind of an effect it would have on him.

"Eliot," he said a little sharper than he usually would have but didn't draw his foot away from Asher. "Where are we in terms of the hotline tips?"

"It's an even keel between the hysterics and the unnecessary," Elliot provided an easy answer with a stiff shrug of his shoulders.

"Seems like the usual then," Elijah replied and glanced at Asher. Maybe he should keep the meeting going. But there were so many other interesting things he could be doing...

Interesting things. Interesting people. The imp in question didn’t even bother to hide the amusement sparkling in his eyes when Elijah looked at him again, entertained by the sudden sharpness of his voice at Eliot. He continued to caress at Elijah’s ankle, barely straying higher than that… but the way his eyes darted down to where Eli’s lap was hidden by the table and back up again to meet his gaze, all dark promise, it was no secret what he was thinking of.

He an Elijah get a little fun before returning to DC again and Noel got to leave to take care of his own little minx miles away at home thanks to the wonders of technology, it was win-win all around if he could get Elijah to adjourn the meeting.

"We don't have much to go on with," Elijah said while Asher was glancing at his lap and oh, he didn't miss that suggestion at all. It was quite concerning just how easily Asher manipulated him in terms of sex but Elijah just didn't really care. They'd gone through a kidnapping and a trip to Japan and back, and here they were, again. If Asher had unreasonable amount of power over him, Elijah honestly didn't see much wrong with that.

"I want all of you," he glanced at the team, "beside those phones. Answering as much as you can. He's going to call us. Eventually he will. And you will catch him by the attempt to get involved with the investigation."

Eliot was already getting on his feet, Elijah gave him a brief smile that was returned with a roll of the other agent's eyes. "Noel, I want you to check with Ivan," Elijah called out into the sudden movement all around the room, people getting up and moving their chairs back. He stayed seated, though.

"I'll do that right away," Noel promised with a rush that was a little uncharacteristic for him and he was leading the exodus from the room.

Asher stayed right where he was as the rest of the team filed out. It wasn't surprising, he sometimes helped with manning phones but mostly he just stuck by whoever was his handler at the time which was usually Elijah as he was team leader. Even so, just to be sure, he said "I'd like to speak with you about something, Elijah..." as the last of the people were leaving the room. See? He could play along and do good cover.

And as soon as the door was closed behind them, the room windowless, Asher ducked under the table to go for Elijah's trousers.

Elijah was eternally grateful for the fact that the door was already locked and would be so when the rest of the team filed out of the room. He looked around to see if the blinds were closed when Asher slipped under the table.

"By speaking you mean sucking my cock, don't you?" he asked warmly while he spread his legs invitingly and leaned back a little to be able to see Asher between his thighs.

That smug look on Eli's face, the boss of the whole team, the man in charge. Asher's cock ached under his clothing as he made short work of the belt, the zipper.

"What, you don't want to hear me talk?" Ash asked with a glance up at Elijah, a sly smile on his face.

Elijah pushed himself a little closer to the edge of the seat, his back pressing comfortably against the back of the chair. Asher looked nice on his knees on the floor. He had thought for a moment that they'd fuck on the table and it had been such an interesting mental image, but he was starting to get convinced that he wanted to see Asher's mouth wrapped around his cock like this.

"You've convinced me that I'd rather see your mouth engaged in other kind of activities," he said simply as he reached down to take Asher's jaw in his hand, his thumb pressing against Asher's bottom lip, wedging his mouth open so he could press that thumb against Asher's tongue.

"Go on," he urged with a voice gone sinfully chest deep. He was growing harder under the zipper.

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