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discedo_logs2008-05-11 02:40 am
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[complete] [BACKDATED] [Part 2/2]
Who: Leon & Gren
Where: the police station
When: The night before the town meeting
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The bawwfest turned SEX ON A DESK. NSFW YOU GUYS. I'M SERIOUSLY. N S F W.
the log:
It was then the one and half longest minutes in Discedo yet. Gren was gone, but a minute and a half later the same door to the police station was opened once again. Against the hissing of the rain outside, Gren looked back inside. The following words were sincere and more desperate than a hobo in the city looking for a buck to eat. "Don't hate me for asking you for a one night stand," asked the wet, thin figure at the doorway.
Leon had just barely sat back down at his desk when Gren returned. And at Gren's suggestion, he froze. It was a trap. Oh shit yes, it was a trap. He was so not falling for this again.
"I thought I'd be a lousy fuck," he said cautiously.
Gren's eyes rolled to the top of his head, and her hands started unbuttoning her shirt, showing she worse no bra. "We'll never know if nothing happens." There was a shirtless girl in the police station...THERE WAS A HOT SHIRTLESS GIRL IN THE POLICE STATION.
Leon violently started, nearly knocking himself over in the process. Holy shit. Back when the whole accidental voice post on Gren's journal got posted and everyone found out that something had happened between them, he'd felt like some kind of politician caught in a sex scandal. And now that he was sitting at a desk in a building of authority with that same person standing half naked in front of him, that feeling returned twenty times over. If anyone had walked into the room at that moment, he was completely screwed. In light of that, he found himself unable to take his eyes off of Gren's exposed chest.
"You're kidding," was all he managed to say.
Gren was a bad outlaw. BAD. OUTLAW. Conning the poor police man in who hid behind the system into a sex scandal. Gren however, started to button her shirt back up. "I wasn't, but I'll leave." It was that simple and that quick. Boobs were showing, boobs were now leaving. "I was just desperate, and admit it's been a long time." Gren never cared enough. About lots of things. Like if someone walked in, but that's what locks on the doors were for. However, this was VERY frustrating because sex would have been great.
Leon simply sat there, completely dumbfounded and with his mouth slightly hanging open. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He felt like his integrity was being challenged, but at the same time so was his ego and libido. So he just sat there, at a complete loss of words, still staring.
"...Well.." There was still one option left. Gren walked over and slipped behind the desk, turning Leon's face upwards and kissing him in such a way, that if you even watched them kiss you would break a sweat. She moved Leon's hand between her legs and there wasn't a man's bulge. "I tried to get a scientist to change me back to a man... It reversed."
Leon's chest shuddered as he exhaled. He looked at where his hand was, then up at Gren's face, then back to his own hand, all the while his head spinning. Could Gren just fucking make up her mind as to what gender she was already? But then again, did it really matter? Whatever Leon was touching, it sure as hell wasn't emotionally scarring. He could live with this, especially after that kiss.
"Maybe this isn't the best place to talk about it," he said, looking around the room nervously.
Deal was sealed. Gren was smiling like a woman who just won a war. "Hold on." Gren pushed Leon's hand back and went over the door, locked it, and swiftly turned her head to look at Leon, a bit seductively, but ready to roll. "Where do?" Everything suddenly seemed extremely easier. She even left her shirt on, Leon could take it off later.
Leon stood then, but he made no move to grab or touch Gren in any way. He was still a bit wary, and it showed on his face.
"You're absolutely sure about this," he said to reaffirm. "No second thoughts."
"I just kissed you," Gren said, advancing to Leon. "It's a go." He was getting pretty anxious here, and looked the cop in eye, and even started tugging and toying with the other's tight shirt.
Leon let out a heavy breath and shook his head once. He honestly couldn't believe he was doing this... But that didn't stop him. He reached up and gently touched the side of Gren's face, lightly tracing his fingertips down her cheek. It was crazy and wrong and stupid and holy shit he should not be doing this. But the second he got used to the feeling of Gren's skin beneath his touch, he immediately moved his hand around to the back of her head and pulled her in close, catching his lips with hers. And he was only going to advance once he was absolutely sure it was okay.
Gren stopped..BUT NOT FOR THAT REASON OF QUITTING. Gren would have been fine doing this anywhere, but before getting comfortable, she asked "Where did you want to do this?" Asked this while playing with the waistband of Leon's pants with one hand while the other, toed getting Leon's shirt up and down, and ready to rip off. She was positive, swaying back and forth little by little, getting closer and closer..
He took that as a green light. Leon was already tensing from the way Gren touched him and the mischievous look in her eyes. He smirked at the thought, then leaned down and planted another brief kiss on Gren's lips before answering in a low tone, "I still plan on fucking you on that desk."
Finally things could get fun, now they were both smiling. "I'm good at shoving things off desks for greater purposes." She started pulling Leon closer by the tight grip one of her hands had on his shirt, right over top of her, and down on the desk, one free hand had cleared pushing everything they didn't need for sex right off the desk.
Leon let out a slight chuckle at that, craning his neck around to run his lips along Gren's jawbone, stopping when he reached her ear. Simultaneously, he reached down with one hand and slid it up into her shirt, placing his open palm on the small of her back to pull her closer to him. With that, he took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently before whispering seductively, "Tell me how you want me."
He was almost exactly how Gren had expected him to be. There was something very sweet about his actions, and the other didn't honestly now if that was because of who Leon knew who was doing this with, or if it was natural. First mesmerized by the actions, and feeling every move and kiss Leon planted making her grow warmer, Gren's long legs had kicked her shoes off and snaked up Leon's tightening, whiled fingernails lightly scratched up his back. "How about give me everything you've got. You can talk big enough about it."
"As you wish," he smirked.
Then he started moving. He reached up with his right hand and knotted a fist in Gren's hair, not-quite-gently tugging her head back to better expose her neck. Not wasting any time, he moved his mouth to that spot, using the same not-quite-gentle force to nip at her flesh. With his free hand, he slid his touch from her back around to her stomach and began to feverishly unbutton her shirt.
Gren was starting to wonder if she was ever going to get on top at this rate. Leon had taken control and was moving fast, but the element of surprise in this all was even more of a turn on. Especially when everything was starting to feel so good, and if Leon was as good as he boasted to be Gren was never going to live it down. Just as he started getting her shirt off, Gren was working on getting his own off his back. Her breath came out heated. "Work fast, don’t you?"
Leon shoved Gren back down onto the desk the second he felt any form of resistance. If there was anything he'd be able to beat Gren at, it'd be a display of brute force. She wanted all he had, and goddamn, that's exactly what she was going to get. He kept his grip tight on her hair and gave her an almost sinister half-smile.
"Don't think you'll be getting off easy," he said. "But if you don't think you can keep up..." To emphasize his point, he finally got her shirt off completely and pulled it from her body, dropping it carelessly to the floor.
There was no way Gren was going to say 'yes master' even though Leon had taken her by surprise. "Shirts don't undress themselves." But Gren watched his own hit the floor, and that was when she realized games could be changing. "...You're getting on the bottom if this isn't good--" Actually Gren stopped right there and realized...she had never 'worked' a vagina before... Suddenly she was very quiet and a little confused.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," he said.
Not that he'd willingly get on the bottom anyway; he had never particularly liked it there. But he figured he'd give her a little time on top, even though nothing serious had really started between them yet. With that, he wrapped his one arm back around Gren and pulled her up off the desk and into his lap as he sat down on the chair behind it. He loosened his grip on her hair and let that hand rest at the base of her neck, pulling her close and just barely brushing his lips against her breastbone.
Gren didn't say anything. She felt not at a disadvantage, just thrown into a world and body she was suddenly unfamiliar with. She also knew right where Leon may end up going to, but every kiss felt good and Gren concentrated on pacing into long inhales. Fingers tangled into Leon's gold hair, while other's ran down his shirt Just for a moment Gren moved her body from his kissing and moved the man's head aside to work her lips on his ear.
Leon let out a slight groan of contentment, and he felt his head spin as the blood left his face to venture downwards. Not wanting to keep his hands off of Gren, however, he slid his palm down from the back of her neck around to her stomach, making sure he touched as much skin as possible as he headed back up to cup one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb ghosting briefly across the nipple. With his other hand still on the small of her back, he adjusted her position on his lap slightly in an attempt to find a more comfortable way to fit the both of them on that one tiny wooden chair.
Gren found it first, and wasn't even aware of it. It was an entirely new sensation as well, but she managed what was between her legs to sit on Leon's bulge, up close, very intimate and warm even between two layers of clothing between them. There was one last sexual bite and tug on an ear before Gren's hand got the cop’s shirt off. The second clothing touched the floor, the musician greedily pulled Leon in for a hotter kiss and had their chests and bare skin meet.
And almost like clockwork, Leon's hips started to move ever-so-slightly, began to rock up and into Gren's slowly and rhythmically as he put damn near everything he had into that kiss. He blew out a heavy breath through his nose and moved his hand downward, grabbed a hold of her ass, and held her firmly in place.
Gren suddenly had no idea what was going on between her legs. The warm rubbing sensation, the pressure. It sent blood and vibrations all through her body and right between her legs every time Leon moved. Right against his neck Gren said "Keep doing that" in a heavy breath, tightened her legs around him and clung on. Leon's head was pulled down, Gren kept up with the hip movements and gave him a kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Keeping his one hand in a tight grip on Gren's ass, Leon moved his other hand to rest on her hip, pulling her down as close to him as humanly possible. His movements became just the tiniest bit harder and more intense in order to make sure that Gren could really feel it, and he let out a brief moan into her mouth as he kissed her back, slowly and intimately.
For the first time ever, Gren felt, very wet Right between her legs. Leon's touch was making her shiver, the pressure was driving her mind into a fogging whirl in which she wanted to stay. The kissing was just icing on the cake. For all of that, she knew she wanted to do something for him, but really, just keep at this first. Tongue licking and flicking against one another, Gren got a hand down the back of Leon's pants and held on o his as. And then, to hell with it, the other hand began getting the cop’s belt off.
If there was one thing that Leon loved in this world, it was the sound of metallic clanging that his belt buckle made when a woman moved to undo it. He broke the kiss and let out a deep, eager breath as he tilted his head downward and watched Gren work for only just a second before turning his attention to the nape of her neck.
“What are you doing down there?” he asked in a low voice.
"Something I know you want." The sound of leather zipping out of pants was unmistakable. Gren wanted a bite on her neck whenever Leon kissed it. It was just a moment of burring her face against his, giving his butt a squeeze like it might do something. BUt really, it was something she liked, tracing her hand along any bare skin. Enough of that distraction, two seconds and Leon's pants were unbuckled, unzipped, and there was a hand sliding down his torso, fingers tracing, and with each inch the hand moved there was a kiss right behind it. Gren had slipped off the cop's lap and was on the floor before him, parting his legs.
Leon reached down and ran his fingers through Gren’s hair—at least, as best as he could considering the fact that it was still soaking wet from the rain. His chest was heaving with anticipation and he looked down at her with half-lidded eyes. It’d been way too long since this scene had played out before him just in the way it was doing so now. There was a pretty girl on her knees in front of her, about to give him everything he wanted, and oh Christ he could hardly contain himself. He shifted in his seat slightly, feeling the ache of waiting beginning to pin itself between his legs.
Gren started. Not even at wear she knew the attention should be. First licks, light, and then starting to more sensual and preassued, kisses and licks with a moving tongue over Leon's stomach. Down the stomach and right below, never once touching what was throbbing with wait before her. Gren started slipping with both her hands trousers and underwear off the other until she hadd his thighs bare, clothing at his ankles and hands pinned down on Leon's thighs. Gren finished kissing Leons stomach and stilla voided the area. The tension in it all was enough to hand a man. She started right on teh inside of his thighs.
Leon’s breath spiked suddenly in his chest and his mouth fell open at Gren’s actions. He could feel his body temperature rising, the feeling central right in the center of his chest. Did she know? Did she know that that spot just beneath his bellybutton was particularly sensitive on him—that it drove him wild? She had to. His mouth went dry, and he licked his lips in a futile attempt to bring some form of feeling back to it. The whole thing felt so surreal, almost like a dream. He leaned back completely into the chair and gritted his teeth, waiting anxiously for Gren to take this just that much further.
Just the right reaction. Leon looked like he was about to explode in the chair. If he looked hard enough, it would have been obvious Gren was smirking like a cat who just caught the mouse. Her face lifted and Gren swallowed the man whole. Just once. Lips came back up and she teased his head, kissed around it, licked, sucked and drove her tongue up and down before the repetitive motions started. Up and down, tongue moving while she worked, all the while keeping hands on Leon's thighs, making him stay in place. And it was honestly from being with men for so long, that someone just got good at this sort of thing.
Leon groaned through his teeth. He clenched his eyes shut and leaned his head back, breathing deeply though his nose.
“Shit…” he muttered out quietly. His hips wanted so badly to buck, to move in time with the movements of Gren’s mouth, but her hands kept them from doing so. It drove him absolutely crazy. Reluctantly, he struggled to open his eyes and gaze down at her, admiring the view of her lips, her jawbone, her eyes, all focused and working. “You’re so good at this…”
Gren didn't say a word until time later. She liked to keep him there in waiting, just a little torture. It was only for a second she looked up and caught Leon's eyes, before going back to work on him till she could get another moan out of his mouth. Gren was done. She refused to finish him off, that was for later. When Gren parted with Leon, she spoke. "It's something I can enjoy.. just get creative..." Gren hadn’t known about Leon's 'place' that made him wild, but from the reaction earlier, it was obvious. The musician leaned over and started kissing just bellow Leon's stomach again.
Oh god. He couldn’t stand it. Unbeknownst to Gren, just a bit more of this, and she would end up finishing him off.
“S-stop,” he breathed. He inhaled deeply and steadied his voice before repeating in a more demanding way, “Stop.”
His hands were shaking and his head felt as though it were floating away from his neck, but he relished the feeling. In an effort to calm himself down, he placed a trembling hand on the side of Gren’s face and gently turned her head upwards to look at him.
“Get up on that desk, beautiful,” he said.
Gren wasn't sure how to look at him with words like that. It was extremely exiciting. And looking at Leon in that sate was painful, since all Gren would have like to do is get up and kiss him all over senseless. And then...but Gren was confused enough by the actions since she knew what she had now. And it was feeling warm, and begging for something. From previous experiences Gren knew how to handle such a thing, but was nearly shy about it. Swallowing Gren got to her feet and slipped on the desk, sitting down and watching Leon. She could grin again.
It took Leon a few seconds to steady himself before he was finally able to push himself up and off of his chair. And even as he did so, he felt a slight wave of dizziness wash over him, but he was able to get it under control before he did something like stumble. Kicking his pants off to the side, he took that one step over to the desk and planted a firm kiss on Gren’s lips—long enough to not count as a peck, but brief enough to leave the desire for more. He smirked at her then, his hands finding the button of her pants.
“So,” he said playfully. “What do I do with you…”
Want more Gren did. Actually, want a whole lot of things. "I'm hoping you have a good idea in mind." Her hands came up and rested lightly on his arms. But in temptation, they feeling the bare skin up and down. Greed made her take Leon's face back for another kiss. This was going to get to be a bad, and desperate addiction once it was over.
He broke the kiss momentarily.
“So…” he said, undoing the button and zipper on Gren’s pants. “No suggestions, then?” He kissed her again. “None at all?”
It was more than just seeing that Gren wanted his hands on her. He wanted to hear her say it, hear it in her voice, ask him in the least ladylike way possible that he knew she was capable off. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers—not a full blown kiss, but enough to tease—as he began to yank Gren’s pants around her hips and down her legs.
Gren swallowed, moving and letting Leon go about getting the pants off. By this point, Gren had Leon on the end of a rope dangling in need, and with as stubborn as Gren was, she just couldn't beg right yet. This was payback, wasn't it? She hadn't even registered they were both naked. Just tugged Leon closer, weaving her hand about his, and putting it back on her hip. "I thought you were claiming to be a master at this." Gren planted a kiss on his forehead. Then his ear. Then more of drawn on kiss on his lips. "Weren't you supposed to blow my mind?" Because Gren was inwardly begging for it. Her legs came around his and pulled him in, tracing up his naked body to his waist, and pulling his lap right up against her warm center till they touched, and giving him just a taste of how wet she was.
He grinned triumphantly at that fact. She was enjoying this one hell of a lot more than he’d expected her to, and he’d barely even touched her at that point.
“Mmm,” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet…”
He pushed her shoulders back slightly in order to give him access to her neck, and he leaned down to bite her softly just beneath her jawbone.
“Why don’t you ask me nicely?” he suggested. He pushed the matter by giving her another gentle bite, moving further and further down the side of her neck.
But I.Don't. WANT TO ASK NICELY. Of course this is what a very small portion of her mind thought, the part in the front. In the back of her mind, Gren was GLADLY wanting Leon to tease her, make her beg, throw her on the desk and touch her enough to torture her and make her want him more and more. Gren's chest rose and fell with deep breaths to hold on. Constantly wanting to turn and grab Leon's lips in her own, and wishing he would just 'get on with it and show me what playing with this thing between my legs feels like'. Instead it came out like a sarcastic scoff. "I don't ask nice." Stupid for saying that.
“Really?” Leon asked in an almost innocent tone of voice. He stopped his work on her neck and looked back up at her. “Shame.”
He reached down and raked his fingertips across the inside of one of her thighs, making absolute sure he kept eye contact as he did so. He kept his hand moving, caressing her from the center of her thigh all the way up to where her leg met her body, paying special attention to make sure he didn’t touch any overly sensitive or personal area.
“’Cause you know,” he went on, “what you said before really hurt.” He ran his thumb down the side of her crotch as he spoke. “And right now, I don’t feel like I owe you anything.”
Gren couldn't keep eye contact. It was hard enough to focus on breathing. And if Gren knew.. If Gren knew Leon, and Gren sure as hell did, this could keep up for longer than Gren would like bear. She leaned back, taking time to concentrate on where his hands went. And his words were just painful to hear, and went in one ear and out the other. "You are just terrible..." There was a full warmth now, right between her legs, and every shiver went straight too it, making her want to beg. When Leon's finger ran over her side, that was the final straw. Gren sat straight, And forced Leon to kiss him hard. One the cops face with set there, Gren grabbed his playful hand and force it in place between her legs. "You better shut up and start touching it before I finish it off myself, asshole." Right back to kissing.
Leon kissed her feverishly for a precious few seconds before breaking away completely, staring her straight in the eyes, and proudly declaring,
“No.”
And just to make sure that his point was made crystal clear, he removed his hand from its spot between her legs and slid it back up over her thigh to rest on her hip, making sure he touched as much skin as possible in the process. He narrowed his eyes at her in an almost sadistic way, let his lips hover mere centimeters away from hers as he ordered,
“Beg me for it.”
Gren took a deep breath before slipping out a sweet "Touch me." She had never felt this turned on. And if she had, there was no way she remembered so. Gren leaned her forehead against his, breathing heavy and trying to not buck her hips, but she surely had. "God Leon, please just do something." She wanted to fall against him, but at least leaned up for a kiss. And slightly let her tone change to mean... She looked back into his eyes, and grinned. "And I was so nice to you..."
“Now,” he smiled, “was that so hard?” And sure enough, to grant her wish, Leon shifted his hand back downward toward where both of Gren’s legs met. “And you were good to me,” he went on. “So good, in fact,” He took this opportunity to finally let one of his fingers slip inside her. “That I might just go ahead and fuck you without teasing you anymore.” He slowly began to pump his finger in and out, amazed at how incredibly wet she was already, but also waited to gauge her reaction before putting a second one in there. “Would you like that?”
Gren was trying to hear Leon, and when he did, was ready to obey. Truly, like nothing she had felt before. It was somewhere new for someone to go in her. And it felt so right. Not that Gren had anything to compare it to, but it was absolutely amazing, warm, and a comfort in her entire body, that pushed her to a new level with every touch. What a relief to feel something inside of her. The torture of it all was that she knew it could get better than this. And there was that pumping sensation. "God you are so good." Gren's hands couldn't find one place to stay, running over Leon's body, and her hips bucked trying to get his fingers in closer. "Yes.. Yes." Was it possible for anything to feel better than this inside of her?
Leon watched her with a sense of awe, completely mesmerized by how extremely compliant she was after those torturous few moments of defiance. He couldn’t get over how warm she felt, how tight she was, but most of all, how much she purely and genuinely wanted him. He was having a bit of a problem holding back just at the thought of that, and he finally got the distinct feeling that it was time. After a few more pointed movements of his fingers, he removed them and placed both of his hands on either one of Gren’s hips.
“Grab a hold of me and lean back, sweetheart,” he said.
Gren obeyed, shaky though. But it was from everything feeling so good. When Leon had drawn his fingers out, Gren took a deep breath. She got herself together, and did the very actions. Gren shifted herself back but her arms wove around his neck very gently. Leon's words were so gentle and convincing. She could have thanked him over and over for something so good already.
With his hands still on her hips, Leon pulled Gren’s ass as close to the edge of the desk as he could, all the while making sure she stayed leaned back. Then, taking a few deep breaths, he brought one of his hands back to her pussy, spreading it open with two of his fingers.
“Tell me if it starts to hurt,” he said.
And with that, he slowly began to push his way into her wet entrance, stopping for a beat when his whole head was in. God, she was so fucking tight. He repositioned his hands then, moving his right one up behind the back of her neck for support, his left resting on her thigh, ready to move if need be. He breathed heavily into Gren’s chest as he moved in further, his mind swimming and the fire in his chest roaring, and it wasn’t until he’d made it in entirely that he began to, just as carefully, pull a bit back out again.
Gren was a little nervous, but more than anything very anxious and excited to keep moving on with this. He was so gentle, it left her in an awe. Everything he did know how to do was right. This was nothing Gren was ever going to forget; once Gren felt Leon was close enough, she could felt his warmth. Once he was in she held her breath. The only description could be complete, he was so close that Gren felt every movement. She thought for a moment that this was Leon as a whole, they were so close and she could feel him throb inside of here. The sensations were filling her whole body, being sent all over. She looked at him heavy lidded, fascinated by everything. "No..it.." Gren breathed in and out. "I love it..." She pulled him closer.
He took that as a message to keep going, so he did just that, picking up the pace. He was sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm now, his movements sure and easy due to how incredibly slick she was. In fact, it was taking every ounce of willpower that Leon had to not just say fuck it all and pound into Gren with every thing he had. But he kept it moderately slow, making sure that she could keep up with him, that she’d be able to handle it. The hand that was on her thigh moved up and around to the small of her back, pulling her in closer to him. His breathing was quick and hot against her skin, and it took quite a bit of effort to steady himself long enough to put his mouth just above her collarbone, nipping lightly at her skin.
Gren made a sweet moan when he did just that. He somehow couldn't imagine anyone but Leon being able to do this. Gren leaned forward, moving her hips in the slow and steady rhythm just the slightest bit with him. She whispered his name, and with every few pumps in and out of her, Gren was getting closer. "Leon... I.." She had NO idea what she wanted. But when she was getting used to it, Gren grab a tight hold on his ass and spoke. "Move faster." It was an order.
Leon was more than happy to give Gren what she wanted. He held her tight and began moving faster, gradually building up speed before he was fucking her with all he had, rocking his hips into hers again and again with such fervor that the world around him melted away—there was no Discedo, no monsters, no rain—just Leon and Gren. Fucking on this desk. He let out a few heaving breaths before returning his attention back to Gren’s neck, relishing the way her skin tasted. Everything about her blew his mind: the feel of her skin, the taste of her sweat, the sound of her voice, the feel of her breathing and gasping and tensing beneath him.
“Fuck,” he choked out. “God… I love the way my name sounds when you say it. I wanna make you fucking scream it, want the whole damn city to know who’s driving you crazy right now.”
Gren was about to scream. She had long since forgotten about everything,, ever worry, there was just Leon, the sensation, and her body about to burt into something wonderful. There was his lips all over her, and she would try to kiss him but Leon was ahead of her, kissing her body in a way no one had before. Not that Gren could even remember. Gren melted beneath him and decided right now she was going to full give into him. "I'll keep saying it all you want," Gren replied in heated words to him. She clung closer to him, tighter, as much as she could. And if they could have, Gren would have molded to Leon right this way. "Fuck me harder Leon, I want you as hard as you can. Just give me everything," she hissed. "I want to scream your name to this whole place."
And he did just as she commanded. Chest heaving, he fucked her with everything he had. He thrust into her again and again, fucked her so hard he was sure he was hurting her, so hard he thought the desk was going to break, so hard that he could actually hear his skin slapping up against hers. A low groan escaped from the back of his throat and a knot tightened suddenly in his gut; oh, he was getting close.
“Scream for me, Gren,” he said in a tone somewhere between an order and a plea. “Fucking scream for me.”
Gren's hair was long and sticking to her and partially to Leon from sweat, from too many kisses, ready to fall in her face, and then.. Gren gripped onto Leon when she was getting closer. She bit on his neck as if it could translate her feeling, but there were not words. She wished that desk would break, she wished this would never stop, if this at all hurt Gren would have never known as long as she could finish this with him. It was clear when everything became directed between her legs, to Leon's every motion. She throbbed, she felt herself tense. Gren left a small bruise from biting and sucking the hell out Leon's neck. Her legs tightened around him and then Gren screamed and cried his name as something happened she had no control over, and Gren came, throwing her head back and pressing up against him. She moaned into his neck and said 'yes' over and over to him, she whispered how much she wanted him to never stop and melted away to his every touch and movement.
That was enough.
Leon’s breath spiked suddenly in his chest; he could feel Gren coming, feel her walls tightening and gripping to his cock just in the same way her hands gripped at his body. That paired with the sight of her body and the sound of her voice was enough to send him tumbling over the edge after her. But at the very last second, he remembered himself, and hastily pulled out completely, reaching down and just barely grabbing himself as he came into his own fist. His chest shuddered and his mind spun and his vision went completely blank.
Reluctantly, he slowly headed back down to reality. Gasping for breath, he looked up at Gren and shifted his weight, making sure that she was okay. That may have been one of the most intense orgasms he’d had in… as long as he could remember, though there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him that he’d made an absolute mess.
Gren wasn't thinking anything about a mess. No words could have describe how good that had been, or how long it had been since Gren even had sex that.. outstanding Gren looked up, pushing her black hair out of her face to look at Leon. She took a deep breath and put her arms back about Leon, slowly leveling him back into the chair and curled up about the cop like a comfort. "...thanks."
He smiled and held Gren close with one hand, the other still covered in his own semen. He attempted to be as comforting and tender as he could considering the fact that there was an awkward feeling of ‘what the fuck do I do with this’ going through his mind at the moment. A big part of him just wanted to kinda… shake it off, but he knew that that would be pretty much the biggest moodkiller ever. Instead, he just sort of wiped it off the best he could on the side of the chair, then turned his attention back to Gren, sighing contentedly.
“You’re welcome,” he said, though it wasn’t smug or spoken by his ego; it was just a genuine response from a very tired Leon.
Gren looked at Leon wiping his hand off, but her eyes closed again because everything was just... yeah, there was nothing that could ruin this mood. If you could see, Gren looked nearly blank in emotion, but there was a very small content, and genuine smile on her face. Whether it was because of the sex, or because she was comfortable with a friend wasn't clear. Probably both. The hiss of pouring rain outside added to her calm demeanor, till Gren said. "...I could fall asleep here.."
"No you can't," he grinned, his breathing finally beginning to steady. There was a very light-hearted feeling in the way he spoke. "You still need to pick up all my paperwork that you knocked over."
"Can't I do that tomorrow?" Gren asked in her own lighthearted tone. Her face tilted upwards, and one kiss was planted on Leon's chin. "I'm tired and you fucked me weak."
"I don't know..." Leon teased. "If Cybil comes in here and sees this mess, she might make it so that I'll never be able to fuck you-- or anyone else-- ever again."
"...One minute." But Gren got five minutes. Five blissful minutes on laying naked on Leon in the chair. But she had to get up, and did so stretching her back, her arms, and looked back at Leon with a sweet, but exhausted smile. There was something almost charming about being naked and in the police station.
"Go on, you," Leon smiled. "Here, I'll even help."
He pushed himself up and out of the chair and moved to help Gren, but not before grabbing his discarded pants, reaching into the pocket, and pulling out a cigarette.
Where: the police station
When: The night before the town meeting
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The bawwfest turned SEX ON A DESK. NSFW YOU GUYS. I'M SERIOUSLY. N S F W.
the log:
It was then the one and half longest minutes in Discedo yet. Gren was gone, but a minute and a half later the same door to the police station was opened once again. Against the hissing of the rain outside, Gren looked back inside. The following words were sincere and more desperate than a hobo in the city looking for a buck to eat. "Don't hate me for asking you for a one night stand," asked the wet, thin figure at the doorway.
Leon had just barely sat back down at his desk when Gren returned. And at Gren's suggestion, he froze. It was a trap. Oh shit yes, it was a trap. He was so not falling for this again.
"I thought I'd be a lousy fuck," he said cautiously.
Gren's eyes rolled to the top of his head, and her hands started unbuttoning her shirt, showing she worse no bra. "We'll never know if nothing happens." There was a shirtless girl in the police station...THERE WAS A HOT SHIRTLESS GIRL IN THE POLICE STATION.
Leon violently started, nearly knocking himself over in the process. Holy shit. Back when the whole accidental voice post on Gren's journal got posted and everyone found out that something had happened between them, he'd felt like some kind of politician caught in a sex scandal. And now that he was sitting at a desk in a building of authority with that same person standing half naked in front of him, that feeling returned twenty times over. If anyone had walked into the room at that moment, he was completely screwed. In light of that, he found himself unable to take his eyes off of Gren's exposed chest.
"You're kidding," was all he managed to say.
Gren was a bad outlaw. BAD. OUTLAW. Conning the poor police man in who hid behind the system into a sex scandal. Gren however, started to button her shirt back up. "I wasn't, but I'll leave." It was that simple and that quick. Boobs were showing, boobs were now leaving. "I was just desperate, and admit it's been a long time." Gren never cared enough. About lots of things. Like if someone walked in, but that's what locks on the doors were for. However, this was VERY frustrating because sex would have been great.
Leon simply sat there, completely dumbfounded and with his mouth slightly hanging open. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He felt like his integrity was being challenged, but at the same time so was his ego and libido. So he just sat there, at a complete loss of words, still staring.
"...Well.." There was still one option left. Gren walked over and slipped behind the desk, turning Leon's face upwards and kissing him in such a way, that if you even watched them kiss you would break a sweat. She moved Leon's hand between her legs and there wasn't a man's bulge. "I tried to get a scientist to change me back to a man... It reversed."
Leon's chest shuddered as he exhaled. He looked at where his hand was, then up at Gren's face, then back to his own hand, all the while his head spinning. Could Gren just fucking make up her mind as to what gender she was already? But then again, did it really matter? Whatever Leon was touching, it sure as hell wasn't emotionally scarring. He could live with this, especially after that kiss.
"Maybe this isn't the best place to talk about it," he said, looking around the room nervously.
Deal was sealed. Gren was smiling like a woman who just won a war. "Hold on." Gren pushed Leon's hand back and went over the door, locked it, and swiftly turned her head to look at Leon, a bit seductively, but ready to roll. "Where do?" Everything suddenly seemed extremely easier. She even left her shirt on, Leon could take it off later.
Leon stood then, but he made no move to grab or touch Gren in any way. He was still a bit wary, and it showed on his face.
"You're absolutely sure about this," he said to reaffirm. "No second thoughts."
"I just kissed you," Gren said, advancing to Leon. "It's a go." He was getting pretty anxious here, and looked the cop in eye, and even started tugging and toying with the other's tight shirt.
Leon let out a heavy breath and shook his head once. He honestly couldn't believe he was doing this... But that didn't stop him. He reached up and gently touched the side of Gren's face, lightly tracing his fingertips down her cheek. It was crazy and wrong and stupid and holy shit he should not be doing this. But the second he got used to the feeling of Gren's skin beneath his touch, he immediately moved his hand around to the back of her head and pulled her in close, catching his lips with hers. And he was only going to advance once he was absolutely sure it was okay.
Gren stopped..BUT NOT FOR THAT REASON OF QUITTING. Gren would have been fine doing this anywhere, but before getting comfortable, she asked "Where did you want to do this?" Asked this while playing with the waistband of Leon's pants with one hand while the other, toed getting Leon's shirt up and down, and ready to rip off. She was positive, swaying back and forth little by little, getting closer and closer..
He took that as a green light. Leon was already tensing from the way Gren touched him and the mischievous look in her eyes. He smirked at the thought, then leaned down and planted another brief kiss on Gren's lips before answering in a low tone, "I still plan on fucking you on that desk."
Finally things could get fun, now they were both smiling. "I'm good at shoving things off desks for greater purposes." She started pulling Leon closer by the tight grip one of her hands had on his shirt, right over top of her, and down on the desk, one free hand had cleared pushing everything they didn't need for sex right off the desk.
Leon let out a slight chuckle at that, craning his neck around to run his lips along Gren's jawbone, stopping when he reached her ear. Simultaneously, he reached down with one hand and slid it up into her shirt, placing his open palm on the small of her back to pull her closer to him. With that, he took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently before whispering seductively, "Tell me how you want me."
He was almost exactly how Gren had expected him to be. There was something very sweet about his actions, and the other didn't honestly now if that was because of who Leon knew who was doing this with, or if it was natural. First mesmerized by the actions, and feeling every move and kiss Leon planted making her grow warmer, Gren's long legs had kicked her shoes off and snaked up Leon's tightening, whiled fingernails lightly scratched up his back. "How about give me everything you've got. You can talk big enough about it."
"As you wish," he smirked.
Then he started moving. He reached up with his right hand and knotted a fist in Gren's hair, not-quite-gently tugging her head back to better expose her neck. Not wasting any time, he moved his mouth to that spot, using the same not-quite-gentle force to nip at her flesh. With his free hand, he slid his touch from her back around to her stomach and began to feverishly unbutton her shirt.
Gren was starting to wonder if she was ever going to get on top at this rate. Leon had taken control and was moving fast, but the element of surprise in this all was even more of a turn on. Especially when everything was starting to feel so good, and if Leon was as good as he boasted to be Gren was never going to live it down. Just as he started getting her shirt off, Gren was working on getting his own off his back. Her breath came out heated. "Work fast, don’t you?"
Leon shoved Gren back down onto the desk the second he felt any form of resistance. If there was anything he'd be able to beat Gren at, it'd be a display of brute force. She wanted all he had, and goddamn, that's exactly what she was going to get. He kept his grip tight on her hair and gave her an almost sinister half-smile.
"Don't think you'll be getting off easy," he said. "But if you don't think you can keep up..." To emphasize his point, he finally got her shirt off completely and pulled it from her body, dropping it carelessly to the floor.
There was no way Gren was going to say 'yes master' even though Leon had taken her by surprise. "Shirts don't undress themselves." But Gren watched his own hit the floor, and that was when she realized games could be changing. "...You're getting on the bottom if this isn't good--" Actually Gren stopped right there and realized...she had never 'worked' a vagina before... Suddenly she was very quiet and a little confused.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," he said.
Not that he'd willingly get on the bottom anyway; he had never particularly liked it there. But he figured he'd give her a little time on top, even though nothing serious had really started between them yet. With that, he wrapped his one arm back around Gren and pulled her up off the desk and into his lap as he sat down on the chair behind it. He loosened his grip on her hair and let that hand rest at the base of her neck, pulling her close and just barely brushing his lips against her breastbone.
Gren didn't say anything. She felt not at a disadvantage, just thrown into a world and body she was suddenly unfamiliar with. She also knew right where Leon may end up going to, but every kiss felt good and Gren concentrated on pacing into long inhales. Fingers tangled into Leon's gold hair, while other's ran down his shirt Just for a moment Gren moved her body from his kissing and moved the man's head aside to work her lips on his ear.
Leon let out a slight groan of contentment, and he felt his head spin as the blood left his face to venture downwards. Not wanting to keep his hands off of Gren, however, he slid his palm down from the back of her neck around to her stomach, making sure he touched as much skin as possible as he headed back up to cup one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb ghosting briefly across the nipple. With his other hand still on the small of her back, he adjusted her position on his lap slightly in an attempt to find a more comfortable way to fit the both of them on that one tiny wooden chair.
Gren found it first, and wasn't even aware of it. It was an entirely new sensation as well, but she managed what was between her legs to sit on Leon's bulge, up close, very intimate and warm even between two layers of clothing between them. There was one last sexual bite and tug on an ear before Gren's hand got the cop’s shirt off. The second clothing touched the floor, the musician greedily pulled Leon in for a hotter kiss and had their chests and bare skin meet.
And almost like clockwork, Leon's hips started to move ever-so-slightly, began to rock up and into Gren's slowly and rhythmically as he put damn near everything he had into that kiss. He blew out a heavy breath through his nose and moved his hand downward, grabbed a hold of her ass, and held her firmly in place.
Gren suddenly had no idea what was going on between her legs. The warm rubbing sensation, the pressure. It sent blood and vibrations all through her body and right between her legs every time Leon moved. Right against his neck Gren said "Keep doing that" in a heavy breath, tightened her legs around him and clung on. Leon's head was pulled down, Gren kept up with the hip movements and gave him a kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Keeping his one hand in a tight grip on Gren's ass, Leon moved his other hand to rest on her hip, pulling her down as close to him as humanly possible. His movements became just the tiniest bit harder and more intense in order to make sure that Gren could really feel it, and he let out a brief moan into her mouth as he kissed her back, slowly and intimately.
For the first time ever, Gren felt, very wet Right between her legs. Leon's touch was making her shiver, the pressure was driving her mind into a fogging whirl in which she wanted to stay. The kissing was just icing on the cake. For all of that, she knew she wanted to do something for him, but really, just keep at this first. Tongue licking and flicking against one another, Gren got a hand down the back of Leon's pants and held on o his as. And then, to hell with it, the other hand began getting the cop’s belt off.
If there was one thing that Leon loved in this world, it was the sound of metallic clanging that his belt buckle made when a woman moved to undo it. He broke the kiss and let out a deep, eager breath as he tilted his head downward and watched Gren work for only just a second before turning his attention to the nape of her neck.
“What are you doing down there?” he asked in a low voice.
"Something I know you want." The sound of leather zipping out of pants was unmistakable. Gren wanted a bite on her neck whenever Leon kissed it. It was just a moment of burring her face against his, giving his butt a squeeze like it might do something. BUt really, it was something she liked, tracing her hand along any bare skin. Enough of that distraction, two seconds and Leon's pants were unbuckled, unzipped, and there was a hand sliding down his torso, fingers tracing, and with each inch the hand moved there was a kiss right behind it. Gren had slipped off the cop's lap and was on the floor before him, parting his legs.
Leon reached down and ran his fingers through Gren’s hair—at least, as best as he could considering the fact that it was still soaking wet from the rain. His chest was heaving with anticipation and he looked down at her with half-lidded eyes. It’d been way too long since this scene had played out before him just in the way it was doing so now. There was a pretty girl on her knees in front of her, about to give him everything he wanted, and oh Christ he could hardly contain himself. He shifted in his seat slightly, feeling the ache of waiting beginning to pin itself between his legs.
Gren started. Not even at wear she knew the attention should be. First licks, light, and then starting to more sensual and preassued, kisses and licks with a moving tongue over Leon's stomach. Down the stomach and right below, never once touching what was throbbing with wait before her. Gren started slipping with both her hands trousers and underwear off the other until she hadd his thighs bare, clothing at his ankles and hands pinned down on Leon's thighs. Gren finished kissing Leons stomach and stilla voided the area. The tension in it all was enough to hand a man. She started right on teh inside of his thighs.
Leon’s breath spiked suddenly in his chest and his mouth fell open at Gren’s actions. He could feel his body temperature rising, the feeling central right in the center of his chest. Did she know? Did she know that that spot just beneath his bellybutton was particularly sensitive on him—that it drove him wild? She had to. His mouth went dry, and he licked his lips in a futile attempt to bring some form of feeling back to it. The whole thing felt so surreal, almost like a dream. He leaned back completely into the chair and gritted his teeth, waiting anxiously for Gren to take this just that much further.
Just the right reaction. Leon looked like he was about to explode in the chair. If he looked hard enough, it would have been obvious Gren was smirking like a cat who just caught the mouse. Her face lifted and Gren swallowed the man whole. Just once. Lips came back up and she teased his head, kissed around it, licked, sucked and drove her tongue up and down before the repetitive motions started. Up and down, tongue moving while she worked, all the while keeping hands on Leon's thighs, making him stay in place. And it was honestly from being with men for so long, that someone just got good at this sort of thing.
Leon groaned through his teeth. He clenched his eyes shut and leaned his head back, breathing deeply though his nose.
“Shit…” he muttered out quietly. His hips wanted so badly to buck, to move in time with the movements of Gren’s mouth, but her hands kept them from doing so. It drove him absolutely crazy. Reluctantly, he struggled to open his eyes and gaze down at her, admiring the view of her lips, her jawbone, her eyes, all focused and working. “You’re so good at this…”
Gren didn't say a word until time later. She liked to keep him there in waiting, just a little torture. It was only for a second she looked up and caught Leon's eyes, before going back to work on him till she could get another moan out of his mouth. Gren was done. She refused to finish him off, that was for later. When Gren parted with Leon, she spoke. "It's something I can enjoy.. just get creative..." Gren hadn’t known about Leon's 'place' that made him wild, but from the reaction earlier, it was obvious. The musician leaned over and started kissing just bellow Leon's stomach again.
Oh god. He couldn’t stand it. Unbeknownst to Gren, just a bit more of this, and she would end up finishing him off.
“S-stop,” he breathed. He inhaled deeply and steadied his voice before repeating in a more demanding way, “Stop.”
His hands were shaking and his head felt as though it were floating away from his neck, but he relished the feeling. In an effort to calm himself down, he placed a trembling hand on the side of Gren’s face and gently turned her head upwards to look at him.
“Get up on that desk, beautiful,” he said.
Gren wasn't sure how to look at him with words like that. It was extremely exiciting. And looking at Leon in that sate was painful, since all Gren would have like to do is get up and kiss him all over senseless. And then...but Gren was confused enough by the actions since she knew what she had now. And it was feeling warm, and begging for something. From previous experiences Gren knew how to handle such a thing, but was nearly shy about it. Swallowing Gren got to her feet and slipped on the desk, sitting down and watching Leon. She could grin again.
It took Leon a few seconds to steady himself before he was finally able to push himself up and off of his chair. And even as he did so, he felt a slight wave of dizziness wash over him, but he was able to get it under control before he did something like stumble. Kicking his pants off to the side, he took that one step over to the desk and planted a firm kiss on Gren’s lips—long enough to not count as a peck, but brief enough to leave the desire for more. He smirked at her then, his hands finding the button of her pants.
“So,” he said playfully. “What do I do with you…”
Want more Gren did. Actually, want a whole lot of things. "I'm hoping you have a good idea in mind." Her hands came up and rested lightly on his arms. But in temptation, they feeling the bare skin up and down. Greed made her take Leon's face back for another kiss. This was going to get to be a bad, and desperate addiction once it was over.
He broke the kiss momentarily.
“So…” he said, undoing the button and zipper on Gren’s pants. “No suggestions, then?” He kissed her again. “None at all?”
It was more than just seeing that Gren wanted his hands on her. He wanted to hear her say it, hear it in her voice, ask him in the least ladylike way possible that he knew she was capable off. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers—not a full blown kiss, but enough to tease—as he began to yank Gren’s pants around her hips and down her legs.
Gren swallowed, moving and letting Leon go about getting the pants off. By this point, Gren had Leon on the end of a rope dangling in need, and with as stubborn as Gren was, she just couldn't beg right yet. This was payback, wasn't it? She hadn't even registered they were both naked. Just tugged Leon closer, weaving her hand about his, and putting it back on her hip. "I thought you were claiming to be a master at this." Gren planted a kiss on his forehead. Then his ear. Then more of drawn on kiss on his lips. "Weren't you supposed to blow my mind?" Because Gren was inwardly begging for it. Her legs came around his and pulled him in, tracing up his naked body to his waist, and pulling his lap right up against her warm center till they touched, and giving him just a taste of how wet she was.
He grinned triumphantly at that fact. She was enjoying this one hell of a lot more than he’d expected her to, and he’d barely even touched her at that point.
“Mmm,” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet…”
He pushed her shoulders back slightly in order to give him access to her neck, and he leaned down to bite her softly just beneath her jawbone.
“Why don’t you ask me nicely?” he suggested. He pushed the matter by giving her another gentle bite, moving further and further down the side of her neck.
But I.Don't. WANT TO ASK NICELY. Of course this is what a very small portion of her mind thought, the part in the front. In the back of her mind, Gren was GLADLY wanting Leon to tease her, make her beg, throw her on the desk and touch her enough to torture her and make her want him more and more. Gren's chest rose and fell with deep breaths to hold on. Constantly wanting to turn and grab Leon's lips in her own, and wishing he would just 'get on with it and show me what playing with this thing between my legs feels like'. Instead it came out like a sarcastic scoff. "I don't ask nice." Stupid for saying that.
“Really?” Leon asked in an almost innocent tone of voice. He stopped his work on her neck and looked back up at her. “Shame.”
He reached down and raked his fingertips across the inside of one of her thighs, making absolute sure he kept eye contact as he did so. He kept his hand moving, caressing her from the center of her thigh all the way up to where her leg met her body, paying special attention to make sure he didn’t touch any overly sensitive or personal area.
“’Cause you know,” he went on, “what you said before really hurt.” He ran his thumb down the side of her crotch as he spoke. “And right now, I don’t feel like I owe you anything.”
Gren couldn't keep eye contact. It was hard enough to focus on breathing. And if Gren knew.. If Gren knew Leon, and Gren sure as hell did, this could keep up for longer than Gren would like bear. She leaned back, taking time to concentrate on where his hands went. And his words were just painful to hear, and went in one ear and out the other. "You are just terrible..." There was a full warmth now, right between her legs, and every shiver went straight too it, making her want to beg. When Leon's finger ran over her side, that was the final straw. Gren sat straight, And forced Leon to kiss him hard. One the cops face with set there, Gren grabbed his playful hand and force it in place between her legs. "You better shut up and start touching it before I finish it off myself, asshole." Right back to kissing.
Leon kissed her feverishly for a precious few seconds before breaking away completely, staring her straight in the eyes, and proudly declaring,
“No.”
And just to make sure that his point was made crystal clear, he removed his hand from its spot between her legs and slid it back up over her thigh to rest on her hip, making sure he touched as much skin as possible in the process. He narrowed his eyes at her in an almost sadistic way, let his lips hover mere centimeters away from hers as he ordered,
“Beg me for it.”
Gren took a deep breath before slipping out a sweet "Touch me." She had never felt this turned on. And if she had, there was no way she remembered so. Gren leaned her forehead against his, breathing heavy and trying to not buck her hips, but she surely had. "God Leon, please just do something." She wanted to fall against him, but at least leaned up for a kiss. And slightly let her tone change to mean... She looked back into his eyes, and grinned. "And I was so nice to you..."
“Now,” he smiled, “was that so hard?” And sure enough, to grant her wish, Leon shifted his hand back downward toward where both of Gren’s legs met. “And you were good to me,” he went on. “So good, in fact,” He took this opportunity to finally let one of his fingers slip inside her. “That I might just go ahead and fuck you without teasing you anymore.” He slowly began to pump his finger in and out, amazed at how incredibly wet she was already, but also waited to gauge her reaction before putting a second one in there. “Would you like that?”
Gren was trying to hear Leon, and when he did, was ready to obey. Truly, like nothing she had felt before. It was somewhere new for someone to go in her. And it felt so right. Not that Gren had anything to compare it to, but it was absolutely amazing, warm, and a comfort in her entire body, that pushed her to a new level with every touch. What a relief to feel something inside of her. The torture of it all was that she knew it could get better than this. And there was that pumping sensation. "God you are so good." Gren's hands couldn't find one place to stay, running over Leon's body, and her hips bucked trying to get his fingers in closer. "Yes.. Yes." Was it possible for anything to feel better than this inside of her?
Leon watched her with a sense of awe, completely mesmerized by how extremely compliant she was after those torturous few moments of defiance. He couldn’t get over how warm she felt, how tight she was, but most of all, how much she purely and genuinely wanted him. He was having a bit of a problem holding back just at the thought of that, and he finally got the distinct feeling that it was time. After a few more pointed movements of his fingers, he removed them and placed both of his hands on either one of Gren’s hips.
“Grab a hold of me and lean back, sweetheart,” he said.
Gren obeyed, shaky though. But it was from everything feeling so good. When Leon had drawn his fingers out, Gren took a deep breath. She got herself together, and did the very actions. Gren shifted herself back but her arms wove around his neck very gently. Leon's words were so gentle and convincing. She could have thanked him over and over for something so good already.
With his hands still on her hips, Leon pulled Gren’s ass as close to the edge of the desk as he could, all the while making sure she stayed leaned back. Then, taking a few deep breaths, he brought one of his hands back to her pussy, spreading it open with two of his fingers.
“Tell me if it starts to hurt,” he said.
And with that, he slowly began to push his way into her wet entrance, stopping for a beat when his whole head was in. God, she was so fucking tight. He repositioned his hands then, moving his right one up behind the back of her neck for support, his left resting on her thigh, ready to move if need be. He breathed heavily into Gren’s chest as he moved in further, his mind swimming and the fire in his chest roaring, and it wasn’t until he’d made it in entirely that he began to, just as carefully, pull a bit back out again.
Gren was a little nervous, but more than anything very anxious and excited to keep moving on with this. He was so gentle, it left her in an awe. Everything he did know how to do was right. This was nothing Gren was ever going to forget; once Gren felt Leon was close enough, she could felt his warmth. Once he was in she held her breath. The only description could be complete, he was so close that Gren felt every movement. She thought for a moment that this was Leon as a whole, they were so close and she could feel him throb inside of here. The sensations were filling her whole body, being sent all over. She looked at him heavy lidded, fascinated by everything. "No..it.." Gren breathed in and out. "I love it..." She pulled him closer.
He took that as a message to keep going, so he did just that, picking up the pace. He was sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm now, his movements sure and easy due to how incredibly slick she was. In fact, it was taking every ounce of willpower that Leon had to not just say fuck it all and pound into Gren with every thing he had. But he kept it moderately slow, making sure that she could keep up with him, that she’d be able to handle it. The hand that was on her thigh moved up and around to the small of her back, pulling her in closer to him. His breathing was quick and hot against her skin, and it took quite a bit of effort to steady himself long enough to put his mouth just above her collarbone, nipping lightly at her skin.
Gren made a sweet moan when he did just that. He somehow couldn't imagine anyone but Leon being able to do this. Gren leaned forward, moving her hips in the slow and steady rhythm just the slightest bit with him. She whispered his name, and with every few pumps in and out of her, Gren was getting closer. "Leon... I.." She had NO idea what she wanted. But when she was getting used to it, Gren grab a tight hold on his ass and spoke. "Move faster." It was an order.
Leon was more than happy to give Gren what she wanted. He held her tight and began moving faster, gradually building up speed before he was fucking her with all he had, rocking his hips into hers again and again with such fervor that the world around him melted away—there was no Discedo, no monsters, no rain—just Leon and Gren. Fucking on this desk. He let out a few heaving breaths before returning his attention back to Gren’s neck, relishing the way her skin tasted. Everything about her blew his mind: the feel of her skin, the taste of her sweat, the sound of her voice, the feel of her breathing and gasping and tensing beneath him.
“Fuck,” he choked out. “God… I love the way my name sounds when you say it. I wanna make you fucking scream it, want the whole damn city to know who’s driving you crazy right now.”
Gren was about to scream. She had long since forgotten about everything,, ever worry, there was just Leon, the sensation, and her body about to burt into something wonderful. There was his lips all over her, and she would try to kiss him but Leon was ahead of her, kissing her body in a way no one had before. Not that Gren could even remember. Gren melted beneath him and decided right now she was going to full give into him. "I'll keep saying it all you want," Gren replied in heated words to him. She clung closer to him, tighter, as much as she could. And if they could have, Gren would have molded to Leon right this way. "Fuck me harder Leon, I want you as hard as you can. Just give me everything," she hissed. "I want to scream your name to this whole place."
And he did just as she commanded. Chest heaving, he fucked her with everything he had. He thrust into her again and again, fucked her so hard he was sure he was hurting her, so hard he thought the desk was going to break, so hard that he could actually hear his skin slapping up against hers. A low groan escaped from the back of his throat and a knot tightened suddenly in his gut; oh, he was getting close.
“Scream for me, Gren,” he said in a tone somewhere between an order and a plea. “Fucking scream for me.”
Gren's hair was long and sticking to her and partially to Leon from sweat, from too many kisses, ready to fall in her face, and then.. Gren gripped onto Leon when she was getting closer. She bit on his neck as if it could translate her feeling, but there were not words. She wished that desk would break, she wished this would never stop, if this at all hurt Gren would have never known as long as she could finish this with him. It was clear when everything became directed between her legs, to Leon's every motion. She throbbed, she felt herself tense. Gren left a small bruise from biting and sucking the hell out Leon's neck. Her legs tightened around him and then Gren screamed and cried his name as something happened she had no control over, and Gren came, throwing her head back and pressing up against him. She moaned into his neck and said 'yes' over and over to him, she whispered how much she wanted him to never stop and melted away to his every touch and movement.
That was enough.
Leon’s breath spiked suddenly in his chest; he could feel Gren coming, feel her walls tightening and gripping to his cock just in the same way her hands gripped at his body. That paired with the sight of her body and the sound of her voice was enough to send him tumbling over the edge after her. But at the very last second, he remembered himself, and hastily pulled out completely, reaching down and just barely grabbing himself as he came into his own fist. His chest shuddered and his mind spun and his vision went completely blank.
Reluctantly, he slowly headed back down to reality. Gasping for breath, he looked up at Gren and shifted his weight, making sure that she was okay. That may have been one of the most intense orgasms he’d had in… as long as he could remember, though there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him that he’d made an absolute mess.
Gren wasn't thinking anything about a mess. No words could have describe how good that had been, or how long it had been since Gren even had sex that.. outstanding Gren looked up, pushing her black hair out of her face to look at Leon. She took a deep breath and put her arms back about Leon, slowly leveling him back into the chair and curled up about the cop like a comfort. "...thanks."
He smiled and held Gren close with one hand, the other still covered in his own semen. He attempted to be as comforting and tender as he could considering the fact that there was an awkward feeling of ‘what the fuck do I do with this’ going through his mind at the moment. A big part of him just wanted to kinda… shake it off, but he knew that that would be pretty much the biggest moodkiller ever. Instead, he just sort of wiped it off the best he could on the side of the chair, then turned his attention back to Gren, sighing contentedly.
“You’re welcome,” he said, though it wasn’t smug or spoken by his ego; it was just a genuine response from a very tired Leon.
Gren looked at Leon wiping his hand off, but her eyes closed again because everything was just... yeah, there was nothing that could ruin this mood. If you could see, Gren looked nearly blank in emotion, but there was a very small content, and genuine smile on her face. Whether it was because of the sex, or because she was comfortable with a friend wasn't clear. Probably both. The hiss of pouring rain outside added to her calm demeanor, till Gren said. "...I could fall asleep here.."
"No you can't," he grinned, his breathing finally beginning to steady. There was a very light-hearted feeling in the way he spoke. "You still need to pick up all my paperwork that you knocked over."
"Can't I do that tomorrow?" Gren asked in her own lighthearted tone. Her face tilted upwards, and one kiss was planted on Leon's chin. "I'm tired and you fucked me weak."
"I don't know..." Leon teased. "If Cybil comes in here and sees this mess, she might make it so that I'll never be able to fuck you-- or anyone else-- ever again."
"...One minute." But Gren got five minutes. Five blissful minutes on laying naked on Leon in the chair. But she had to get up, and did so stretching her back, her arms, and looked back at Leon with a sweet, but exhausted smile. There was something almost charming about being naked and in the police station.
"Go on, you," Leon smiled. "Here, I'll even help."
He pushed himself up and out of the chair and moved to help Gren, but not before grabbing his discarded pants, reaching into the pocket, and pulling out a cigarette.