Naughty texts

[telecommute]

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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[arthen]

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.

[twotruthsandalie]

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.

[arthen]

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.

[twotruthsandalie]

"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.

[arthen]

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."

[twotruthsandalie]

All that manhandling was making Asher so hard, but fair was fair. Asher saw how the second Elijah had a chance to dominate he took it, harder than he ever used it in his daily life. Like he was just waiting for a shot at someone who wanted to take that as badly as Elijah wanted to give it.

It was so hard to keep staring at Elijah's eyes and not at his cock, and then the head of it was forced into Asher's mouth but that grip didn't let up for him to take the rest of it in. He whined, giving Elijah a pleading look, but did as he was told and gratefully sucked at the head of Elijah's cock slow and steady.

[arthen]

It was definitely a matter of give and take with the two of them. It wasn't exactly official kind of deal but they were both discovering what they liked from each other and it definitely fit together as far as sex went.

Elijah rarely asked to be treated like this. He was much more prone to spreading Asher onto his bed and fucking him until he was weak and pleading. But sometimes, sometimes he indulged in a moment of taking as well and Asher was so very eager to give. Elijah could see it in his eyes as as they kept getting darker and darker the moment they went on.

"That's a good boy," he said in a throat deep voice, one that was utterly confident about his own desires as well as his partner's. He let go of his own cock and reached up to brush his thumb across Asher's cheek, currently bulging out because Elijah's cock was pressing against it.

"A little further now," he said and pushed Asher's head towards his lap, making him take the cock as he dictated, on inch at a time. "You look so good with your mouth full."

[twotruthsandalie]

Asher sucked harder, sounds muffled by the cock in his mouth. He couldn't reply with his normal witty (bratty) flair, though not from the way Elijah usually fucked him too stupid to speak. Asher palmed at his own crotch as he sucked Elijah, tongue stroking the thick vein of the underside of it. His cheeks were flushed at the words of praise.

[arthen]

"I would rather you didn't touch yourself," Elijah said in a calm, warning tone. "I will take care of you after this." But first Asher would have to be patient.

Elijah didn't push him past his comfort zone. If Asher felt like taking his whole cock, he would make him do that, but if he gagged, Elijah would release the pressure.

"Look at you," he murmured and brushed his fingers gently across Asher's cheek. "Such an adorable colour on you. I know you like it, let me hear it."

[twotruthsandalie]

Asher whined, pressing down against his clothed erection once more before removing his hands. Eli had never let him down before.

He could and did feel like taking the whole thing, though he needed to go slow, to get his throat 'warmed up' to taking something so deep. Slow and steady wasn't just a good way to tease him, it also made certain he had time to adjust to the girth of it in his mouth. Asher moaned around Elijah's cock when prompted to, some of the saliva spilling out of his mouth, the vibrations humming against the soft skin that Asher was sucking on.

[arthen]

Elijah smiled down at him with a satisfied little hum on his lips. "Good boy," he said and brushed his fingers through Asher's hair. Then he gripped it again in a tight fist and pulled Asher further down. Elijah let Asher control must of the speed and depth. He just pulled when it seemed that Asher was all for it.

And when Asher's nose was buried in Elijah's pubes, he leaned back and groaned, hand still tight and holding tension in Asher's hair. This mouth was divine. So damn hot and tight and perfect.

"Yes, so damn good," he murmured as he nudged Asher's face against his groin. Those sounds even if they send vibrations through his cock weren't hot only because of that, but because it was Asher's voice that Elijah could listen to, so turned on and good.

[twotruthsandalie]

Asher's scalp tingled where Elijah pulled and Asher groaned into the action. He wanted to touch himself, his own cock was aching for it, especially when Elijah made those sinful sounds... and Asher knew a thing or two about sin.

He couldn't get words out around Elijah in his mouth, so it was the perfect time to let out everything he couldn't say while he was keeping his cards played close to his chest as he was. Too much affection, trust, a want for a future that they could never have. They had right now, though. Stolen moments of filthy trysts in the middle of a police headquarters where Asher sucked off Elijah while a dozen cops milled about a few feet away outside those doors none the wiser.

He sucked hard, needy, reminding Elijah that he had promised to take care of Asher.

[arthen]

Elijah was a strange bird in borrowed feathers. The thing he liked most about sex was seeing his partner get off. For all his sharp edges and cunning intelligence, he was a caretaker first and foremost. Asher needn't worry about being taken care of, he would be well satisfied and high on pleasure by the end of it.

Elijah just knew that Asher was eager to get to his own pleasure and sometimes pacing only made things better. He didn't mind giving Asher a show to tug on those strings that only heightened his arousal.

He wasn't thinking about the cops outside. He wasn't thinking about much anything else but the mouth around his cock. Asher knew how to give when he got into it and damn him, but there was little else Elijah could do than focus on not spilling himself right away into that tight throat.

He loosened his grip and let Asher pull back, only to grab him again and pull him back in. They found a rhythm that was comfortable and maddening, making Elijah's gut tighten with each approach.

"Asher," he finally groaned, voice tight and strained, raw with pleasure. There was a hazy look in his eyes as he looked down at Asher, every bit of the pleasure written clearly on his furrowed brows and the complicated affection between them riding heavy on the trembling line of his mouth.

[twotruthsandalie]

It wasn't quite fucking his mouth, but it was good, a sweeter version of it. Leave it to Elijah to find a sweet way to fuck someone's mouth. Asher would have laughed if his own wasn't otherwise occupied.

That pleasured vulnerability was so much, a punch right to the stomach. To the heart. Asher couldn't look away from it, sucking harder instead, encouraging Elijah to spill himself into Asher's waiting mouth. He'd swallow it down, swallow it all down. Whatever Elijah gave him.

[arthen]

And spill he would, with a muffled groan and his whole body going string tight as he lifted his hips up from the chair and actually fucked Asher's throat for a few paces before spilling into his throat. He couldn't curl his toes in his shoes but oh he wanted to.

But instead of letting his head loll back, Elijah kept his chin tilted forward, gazing right into Asher's eyes, forcing himself to keep his eyes open, allowing Asher to see how the black eclipsed completely over the sharp blue of his eyes.