...Just don't mess up the paperwork on the desk. ( He's teasing a bit, but still. He rolls his hips against that hand, closing his eyes with a pleased whine. )
[ That just makes Sinbad laugh as he lifts him, turning his lover and in one swift move, turning him over the desktop and pressing it down against the cool surface. Pressing in behind him, he slides a knee between Ja'far's legs to stretch them apart to make room, rubbing up against him from behind. ]
You're hopeless. ( He rolls his hips back, teasing Sinbad, trying to egg him onwards. ) I know you keep lube on your person, even at work, so you'd better prepare me first.
And what makes you think I'll need lube for what I'm about to do? I'm merely going to repay the favor, love.
[ Only Ja'far is face down in how he's bent over the desk and Sinbad sinks down on his knees behind his lover, hands reaching around to unfasten Ja'far's slacks as he goes, sliding them and his underwear down over his hips to drop them to pool at his ankles with deliberate ease.
To keep his lover in place, Sinbad reaches up to palm both cheeks, squeezing playfully as he keeps him pushed down against the desk. ]
( He shudders though, groaning a little as Sinbad palms him, already half hard from earlier. He leans into the touch in turn, kicking his pants off as he looks behind him. )
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...Just don't mess up the paperwork on the desk. ( He's teasing a bit, but still. He rolls his hips against that hand, closing his eyes with a pleased whine. )
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[ He's grinning as he purposefully grinds down with his palm against the erection he can feel hidden beneath Ja'far's clothing. ]
So. Would you like to be bent over it while I fuck you, or shall I lay you out on top of it?
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( Still, he sighs in pleasure, rolling his hips again. ) Just- Mmn, bend me over and be careful.
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I thought getting you off was the point, love?
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You're hopeless. ( He rolls his hips back, teasing Sinbad, trying to egg him onwards. ) I know you keep lube on your person, even at work, so you'd better prepare me first.
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[ Only Ja'far is face down in how he's bent over the desk and Sinbad sinks down on his knees behind his lover, hands reaching around to unfasten Ja'far's slacks as he goes, sliding them and his underwear down over his hips to drop them to pool at his ankles with deliberate ease.
To keep his lover in place, Sinbad reaches up to palm both cheeks, squeezing playfully as he keeps him pushed down against the desk. ]
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( He shudders though, groaning a little as Sinbad palms him, already half hard from earlier. He leans into the touch in turn, kicking his pants off as he looks behind him. )
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And then, very purposefully, leans in as he spreads his lover's cheeks and teasingly swipes his tongue over Ja'far's entrance. ]
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Gods.
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Nope. Just me.
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( He says it playfully, huffing out a small protest. Still, he leans into that swipe, enjoying it. )