starter call - @kxngamongmen (elliotxalistar)
The aides to the senators had been sent home hours ago, leaving the capitol building= dim as night settled over the marble halls. It wasn’t unusual for senators to linger late: debating, negotiating, fighting over amendments to the bills they were championing. Usually it ended in raised voices or slammed folders. Tonight, the bill itself had flown off the desk.
Senator Alistar Moon’s hands were firm on Elliot Runako’s hips, bending him over the polished wood as if staking a claim. Elliot’s pants had already been pushed to the floor, his muscled ass bared to the cool air for full display. A slow smirk grew on Elliot’s lips as he glanced back over his shoulder, catching the other senator in the act of admiring him.
“My, my,” Elliot drawled, deliberately rolling his hips, the movement purposeful and taunting. “I knew how badly you wanted to negotiate this bill, but to resort to this? You must be desperate for a win.” He let his hips sway again because they both knew exactly what he wanted, what he’d been thinking about through half their so-called discussion. “Come on,” Elliot murmured, voice dropping. “Eat me out. See if your amendments suddenly sound more convincing, though it might take more than your tongue to get me there.”