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sword_breaker) wrote2015-10-11 04:54 pm
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Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night
[This was not clicking for some reason. He has been staring at these reports for the past hour and half, nothing having been accomplished besides from papers being shuffled around in a semblance of productivity and knives thrown into the pillar behind him out of sheer frustration. His fingers tapping along the worn metal to keep himself from doing further property damage at this rate.
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
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You're beautiful.
[And then he's sinking down to his knees, placing himself between the vanguard's thighs with a low moan until he's able to nuzzle at his length.]
So goddamn beautiful.
[The words are quiet, reverent, and he gazes up fondly for a split second before leaning forward and running his tongue from base to tip.]
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His breath is taken away at the wet heat that shoots an electrifying shudder up his spine. It takes a bit for him to figure out what words are let alone formulated them.]
Liam please...
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[There's no teasing now, just reverence and love in his tone as he breathes against James' skin. As his eyes slip shut, he leans in to take the head of the man's length between his lips, laving attention to it with the flat of his tongue as his hands find the hunter's hips. He makes no move to keep him still, and instead just braces himself as he takes James deeper and deeper.]
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[His knuckles go white with strain against the chair's arms as he sucks in a sharp breath, tensing up worse than he had before. It takes a couple of seconds for him to settle back down and panting softly.]
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He works the man gently, almost reverently, with his mouth, taking great care to make sure every moment was the best it possibly could be.]
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And so he takes everything James is willing to give, swallowing around the man's length as he rocks forward and moaning encouragingly for the hunter to continue.]
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L-Liam...
[Shit, come on hunter. Use your words.]
Fuck I want you...please.
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Yeah, yeah okay. How? Where?
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I don't care as long as you fuck me.
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Do we have-?
[The words slip out between kisses, hurried fingers making short work of James' armor until he's able to press himself close without any distraction.]
I mean here.
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He nods towards his desk, panting.]
Bottom drawer. Left side.
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[Especially how well prepared his hunter was, apparently, and he presses in close for another deep kiss, pinning James to the chair with his bulk and using the advantage to reach between them to start working at the man's undersuit.]
Desk? Chair? Wall?
[He questions between kisses.]
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[He laughs at the half-assed tease while surrendering to the pin, not fighting against it as he rocks up against him with a needy groan. His hips still when hurried hands move over to rid him of the last of his clothes.]
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When he finally breaks away, there's a half-smile gracing his lips, and he nuzzles the hunter.]
Chair means you ride, not much room for much else. Up to you.
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Y-you always hated paperwork. So if you brush away the ones on my desk...
[He lets the possibility hang in the air, seeing if he will catch what he means.]
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[He groans hot against James' lips, breath coming fast and heavy as he thrusts against him.]
Or with you in my lap, fucking yourself on my cock.
[One hand sneaks down between them, his fingers wrapping around his hunter's length and toying with the head.]
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[A rough moan slips out with earnest, scrambling to start working off anything that stands in the way on his titan. His hips bucking up into the touch with a pleased whine.]
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[He doesn't want to break away, but as James' hands pick at his clothing he's suddenly reminded that there's still far too much fabric between them. With one last pass of his hand over the man's length, he works to help divest himself of his shirt, and then pulls back to start working on his pants.]
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Desk?
[It's a weak question, because he's loathe to move at the moment, but he tries to keep his bearings.]
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[A flash of a smug toothy smirk at the titan's noises and traveler he wanted to make even more of them so he continues his soft explorations along skin, smearing along kisses before helping to tug off his pants further. He certainly wasn't going to need those. Besides he can be somewhat of a shit by returning the favor and running his tongue over Liam's length.]
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[But his half-hearted protests die off completely, melting into a hoarse groan at the sudden heat of James' mouth upon him. He'd been wanting for a while, but completely content to focus on his hunter's pleasure and ignore his own. Now though, with the teasing taste, he cants his hips and lets himself bask in the sensation.]
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However he did say what he did so he's fumbling out of the chair and nudging him out of the way. His desk was a mess but it should be easy work to throw the holopads and paper into a drawer quickly. It's half tempting to throw them to the floor but he isn't like Liam.]
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If James thinks that he's going to be be orderly, he's certainly mistaken. While the vanguard tries to file away his things, Liam drapes himself over the man's shoulders and pins him to the desk. He's grinning against his hunter's shoulder as he reaches over and shoves the remaining contents of the desk until they go spiraling to the floor. The clatter that follows is intensely satisfying, and it has him grinning into James' shoulder as he presses himself up against the man, one arm going around his waist to hold him close.]
C'mon, it's half the fun.
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