sword_breaker | Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night

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.]

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[The begging almost undoes him, and he moans around the hunter's length as he swallows one last time before pulling away. His face is flushed, lips slightly swollen from his previous ministration, and pupils are blown wide as he manages a grin up to James.]

Yeah, yeah okay. How? Where?

[There's not much in the way of words going on for awhile as he sucks in sharp breaths to his handle on himself or at the most a semblance of it really. With little hesitation, he tugs the titan up into a messy kiss that's far more tongue and teeth than anything else.]

I don't care as long as you fuck me.

[Oh that certainly does something for him, and he's groaning low and hot into the kiss as he braces an arm across the back of the chair. When he finally does pull away he's panting, face flushed and eyes dark as he leans back in to steal another.]

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.

[There's a low whine when he pulls away but it stills in the back of his throat and is replaced by a moan as more kisses are finally given to fulfill that need for contact. His hands scramble against his armor to help with the effort to get rid of his armor until there was nothing left save for his bodysuit and boots. He relishes in th freedom before too distracted by Liam coming in close.

He nods towards his desk, panting.]

Bottom drawer. Left side.

Traveler I love you-

[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.]

Don't really care. Y-you seem rather fond of the chair.

[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.]

[When the undersuit is finally no more, Liam groans quietly; no matter how long it's been, there's still something so reverent about seeing his hunter in such a vulnerable, trusting state. His mouth finds James', the kiss deep and heated as he shifts to run his hands down the man's chest and across flushed skin.

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.

[A needy groan slips into the kiss as he pushes up against his titan, winding an arm around his shoulders so to keep him as close as possible before finally falling back with a breathy laugh. Well so much for that fondness of the chair.]

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.]

Over the desk, traveler....

[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.]

Either of them sound so good. But I'll need to get up anyway so the desk.

[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.]

Desk, yeah, desk.

[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.]

[As soon as the shirt is gone, the hunter is moving in to smear hot kisses along his chest and heading down to his stomach with an undisguised desire and eagerness. His hands easing down his titan's side before running his thumbs over his curves. No need to move yet.]

[There's a sharp, stuttered intake of breath at the feeling of his hunters mouth and Liam doesn't bother to stifle his groan. Traveler be damned if someone heard them, he can't even be bothered to care what anyone thinks. Not when there are fingers tracing along his hips and he can't help but shiver at the feeling of them.]

Desk?

[It's a weak question, because he's loathe to move at the moment, but he tries to keep his bearings.]

At some point yea...

[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.]

's what you said-

[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.]

[There's one of the noises that he wanted to drag out from the usually mouthy titan. It was always so pleasing to get him into these wordless moments and he shoots up a smirk before dragging his tongue slowly up before circling around the head with the tip. Both of them were on that fine line.

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.]

[There's another choked off noise as James' tongue teases him, and he leans over the chair heavily, one hand braced against the back to keep himself standing. The temptation to thrust is overwhelming but he holds himself back, eyes fluttering open to stare down at his hunter when he's nudged away.

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.

[The hunter had managed to get the holopads into the drawer since those had the possibility of denting at a rough tumble off a desk. Still he's voicing his displeasure with a curse under his breath at the pin, shooting a half-assed glare back at the man when the papers go flying off his desk. Hopefully Shade would be gratuitous enough to clean up the mess.

He's less thrilled at the armor that clatters though. No one was coming to his door so that was pretty nice. The worry leaves his mind when the arm encircles him, giving enough encouragement for him to grind back against him.]

You just like making messes.

Yeah I do.

[He grins into James' shoulder, smearing hot kisses across his skin as his hand splays across his stomach.]

I wanna make more too.

[With a cant of his hips he slides himself against the hunter, groaning quietly at the feel of it.]

[His breath shudders at the hand on him but it worsens at the titan grinding himself against him. A low keening slipping out as he grips the desk tightly and rocks back against him eagerly.]

As you should. Come on...

Not gonna hurt you.

[He's adamant about that, and even as he continues to slowly grind against his hunter with a low noise.]

Which drawer is the stuff in?

[That's a rather important question, and he smears hot kisses along James' shoulder as he works.]

I know.

[It's something that the both of them have reinforced enough over the years that he was sure that the pair of them would be prepared or simply do something else. That's how much wellbeing meant over a brief moment of pleasure. Still it's hard to stop himself from rocking back against him to point down.]

Bottom left.

Alright, yeah.

[Oh how he doesn't want to pull away, even for a moment, but he's adamant on his word: he would never, ever do anything to hurt his hunter. So it's with an apologetic kiss to James' shoulder that he ducks away, hurriedly pulling open the offending drawer and scrabbling through the contents until he's able to find what he needs.

Dropping a pack of condoms haphazardly onto the desk, he busies himself with trying to uncap the lube with one hand. It isn't easy, hey may curse once or twice under his breath, but eventually the cap snaps off and he's able to coat his fingers before abandoning the offending thing somewhere with little thought.

His breath hot against James' neck, he laughs breathlessly as his fingers circle against him.]

Love you.

[He's never been so truthful in his life, and he presses a reverent kiss to James' spine as he slowly slips a finger in.]

[He's half tempted to help him with the search especially as the rustling of papers and clunking continues on for a couple of moments that make him wonder if he had hidden the supplies too well. It wouldn't be the first time that he would have to find things after all. However his titan comes back victorious even if he has to stop the condoms from slipping off the desk.

Certain they won't fall, he glances back and softly laughs at the fumbling Liam was doing with the bottle. How romantic. Always showcasing those coordination skills whether or not he was aware that that the hunter found it rather endearing.

However the breath almost knocks out of him at the touch, causing his fingers to clutch at the desk. A pleased moan slipping out as he rocks back into Liam's hand.]

L-love you too.

[His mouth doesn't leave James' shoulder as he works, loving kisses smeared across the line of the blade. His free hand steadies James, coming to rest on his hip with a light grip to prevent him from moving too quickly.]

I got you, don't want to hurt you.

[He slips a second finger in, his movements slow and fluid as he nuzzles into the back of his hunter's neck.]

Wanna make you feel good.

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