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riessene asked: 'first time for everything' for Sylvian/August!;)

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Oof, I’m not sure how good this is, it’s one of those days. But never mind, I still love these two ❤ 

NSFW


‘You’re a day late,’ August pointed out, breathless already, groaning when Sylvian kissed them again. Their tunic and sash were slung over the back of their chair, carefully removed, and warm hands pushed the hem of their shirt up, thumbs brushing over their smooth stomach. He pressed them back against the desk, one hand going to the top drawer, and they could feel him grinning against their mouth.

They might have been embarrassed about the bottle of slick, if they could concentrate.

‘Sylva,’ they blurted as he lifted them to sit on the desk, deft hands at work on their belt. ‘I haven’t locked the door.’

He huffed a laugh, fingertips grazing the soft skin of their arching hipbones, dipping into the front of their trousers, his mouth on their neck. ‘Then lock it,’ he said, nipping at their earlobe. Insufferable man.

Their attempt to focus was completely shattered as his fingers curled around their already-hardened length, stroking slowly. August groaned, arms wrapping around his shoulders, reeling him in, and he laughed.

‘Can’t concentrate?’ He asked innocently, and August dipped their head, catching his bottom lip with their teeth. Sylvian’s eyes lidded, pink dusting his cheeks, and although his blush was nowhere near as bad as theirs, it was still satisfying to watch.

They made use of the distraction, pushing out with their magic, and they heard the lock click. As soon as it did, something wicked flickered in his silver gaze, and he dropped to his knees. Here? They thought in disbelief, gasping as he dragged their trousers down, cool air ghosting across bare skin. This was their office, they’d never… Well, first time for everything, they supposed, and then thoughts spiralled out of their reach as he took them in his mouth.

August gasped, biting their lip to stifle the noise, fingers pushing into ebony hair, gripping tight. He hummed around them, amused by their reaction, his tongue circling in long, hot glides. A slicked finger pressed against their entrance, and their hips bucked involuntarily as he pushed. Scarlet flooded their face, embarrassed at the whimper that escaped them as they rocked gently into the wet heat of his mouth, eagerly riding curled digits as a second finger entered, hitting that one spot that made them fall apart.

They damn near whined when he withdrew, his face flushed, eyes lidded. ‘Fuck, August,’ he groaned, spinning them around, his chest meeting their back. August’s palms pressed against the scratched surface of the desk for balance, their hips flush against his as he curled against them, one hand reaching around to their front to stroke languidly. ‘I missed you.’

They didn’t have time for a glib reply; with a steady roll of his hips he pushed inside, that familiar burning stretch making their toes curl. August arched their back in pleasure, unable to stop themselves from crying out as Sylvian thrust into them, his fingers digging little imprints into the flesh above their hips. His hand cupped their cheek, turning their face towards him, and their moan was muffled by his mouth, tongues meeting in a slick tangle, tasting of wine and heat and sex.

‘You’re so beautiful, August,’ Sylvian murmured when they broke apart for air, running the tip of his tongue along sweat-slicked skin as August’s head lolled back onto his shoulder, their breath coming out in broken, ragged pants.

They both heard a sudden, sharp knock on the door, and Sylvian clapped a hand over August’s mouth.

‘Enforcer Willenheim?’ someone called, and August shuddered as Sylvian slowed, each steady, slick glide driving them closer to the edge.

‘Ssh,’ Sylvian whispered in their ear, still thrusting against them, maintaining that maddeningly slow pace. ‘Just be patient.’ They could feel him grinning at their muffled whimper, the only response they could manage at the moment.

August groaned in frustration, pushing back against him, desperate for more of that heat, more of him, and his hips stuttered, fisting their cock, his mouth pressing damp kisses against their neck. One hard, deep thrust was all it took, and they spilled over his fingers, their cry muffled by his hand as he bucked against them. He pressed his lips hard against their shoulder blade as his own climax hit him, stifling his groan, wet heat splashing against their thighs.

‘Enforcer?’ the voice called out again. There was a long silence, and then they both heard heavy boots stomping away. Sylvian laughed against August’s shoulder, lowering his hand from their mouth. August grinned as well, in spite of themselves, turning to face him.

‘I hate you,’ they told him, and he pressed a brief kiss to their nose.

‘I know you do.’

  23   Sep 13, 2018
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