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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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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.

Asher's mouth opened to the intrusion of Elijah's thumb, showing off how good and open he could be before he ever so slowly wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Never taking his eyes off of Elijah's, he didn't fumble at all as he blindly dragged the zipper down and open, moved the underwear out of the way to free Elijah's cock.

Elijah's gut tightened as Asher's lips wrapped around his thumb to suck on his digit. The only thing that changed in his demeanor was the tension around his middle and the wideness of his pupils, though. Elijah was hard with self-control and even just the involuntary arousal that flared in his darkening gaze was testament enough that Asher was good at dancing him on a hook.

He pushed his thumb against the flat of Asher's tongue, rubbing it slowly up and down the incredibly soft surface before withdrawing the digit from Asher's mouth only to rub it across his lips, first the top and then the bottom, wetting his lips with his own saliva.

"Do you want to suck my cock?" he asked softly, never once looking away from Asher's eyes.

"I always want to suck your cock," Asher answered. He knew by now how much it meant when Elijah's eyes went dark with lust, all that tightly coiled self control honed into a man who fucked a certain criminal as intensely as he hunted others down. Intense, it was the only word for Elijah.

"Especially when you take charge and boss people around, I think of how similar that tone is to you telling me to get on my knees, to prep myself, to come for you. Makes my mouth water."

Pants open, he shoved Elijah's underwear aside to free his erection, stroking it slowly as he spoke.

Elijah was growing hard under Asher's touch, his breathing still steady even if the tick of his pulse was picking up against his collar. The corner of his mouth twitched up a little bit as Asher kept describing him taking charge. It was not a surprise to Elijah anymore that Asher had a bit of a hidden submissive side, one that liked it when he was given direction and expectations, held down and pushed.

"I see," he said with a voice gone dark and chest-deep. It was all he gave Asher before he brushed his fingers up and carded them through Asher's hair, gripping the short strands at the back of his head in a tight fist. He used that hold to pull Asher closer to his lap, reaching down with his free hand to push a thumb to the base of his cock to pop it up. "Open up," he ordered with that self-assured tone that he used when he ordered his men around. And when Asher would do what he was told, Elijah would guide him down to wrap his mouth around the head of his cock, only the head, holding him in place so that they could keep the eye contact steady.

"Use your mouth."

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