/Renard smiles./ That’s more like it, Nick. /He knows the door is locked and Wu has orders not to let anyone disturb him for the rest of the day. Nick is, for the time being, at his mercy alone./ But no, I don’t think so. You’re not getting off that easy. /Idly, he strokes a thumb over the inseam of Nick’s jeans, chuckling at the gasp the action elicits./
I believe I’ll take my recompense the old-fashioned way—whether you enjoy it or not will depend on your pliancy.
-Well, that wasn’t in his plans, as well as the gasp that escapes his lips when the captain caresses him there. Nick looks up to Renard in disbelief- You can’t do that. You know that, you’re a cop! -the young Grimm feels his wrists hurt with each attempt he makes to free his hands even knowing it would be in vain. He tries to balance himself once again, this time in his elbows, and with a push he sits on the desk and faces his boss, his face a few inches from Renard’s, his eyes flashing with anger- Don’t you dare.
I have many faces, Nick. You’ll do well to learn that. /Renard reaches out to cup Nick’s face with one hand, brushes fingertips over a cheek. Their mouths are almost touching, every exhale he makes warm on Nick’s lips. He’s bracketing Nick in against the desk—leaving him no room to inch forwards or back without toppling over the side and leaving himself even more vulnerable and open to whatever Renard has decided is to come next./ The one I’m wearing right now is that of your Prince.
Nick lets his head tip a little aside still looking into Renard’s eyes. He smiles on Renard’s lips, a smile of someone who recognizes the defeat but who also knows that other battles will come. He rubs his lips on the other man’s and then slides them along his jaw line until reaches his ear to whisper warmly there- You’re not my prince. Right now you are not even my boss. You want to fuck me? -nuzzles at his neck- Show me what you got.
In that case, it appears that I have no obligation to make this anything than it is. /Renard undoes the clasps of Nick’s jeans, and peels them about halfway down before just ripping them the rest of the way off—uncaring when the zipper catches on the inside of Nick’s left knee, leaving a thin red line, dotted with blood./ There, now. /He keeps a hand on the jut of Nick’s hip, holding him with a bruising grip. The other he brings up to Nick’s mouth, pressing two fingers to his bottom lip./ You’ll want to get these nice and wet.
-Nick narrow his eyes when the zipper hurt his knee but no longer shows any reaction while the other man takes his pants off. He keeps his eyes locked in the captain’s face, breathing quickly, fists clenched. The young Grimm can’t deny that he is attracted by the captain, but that situation was a bit too extreme to be taken lightly. This was not a romantic encounter it didn’t even have the excuse of an drunk act- Take off the cuffs.
/Renard raises an eyebrow./ I don’t think so. You’ve proven yourself to be rather—untrustworthy, so far. Think of them as insurance for your good behaviour. /He shrugs, moving the hand from Nick’s hip to trace over the bared skin at his waist, lower, until he’s palming at Nick’s cock through the thin cotton material of his boxers. Renard smiles at the shudder that goes through him, an involuntary blush spreading over Nick’s cheeks./ If you’re well-behaved, I’ll remove them when we’re done.
-Nick frowns and casts a irritated glance at Renard, flicking his cuffed wrists, but decides not to discuss. Instead he shakes his head and when the captain presses his palm on his cock the Grimm closes his eyes for a moment, fighting back an undignified moan. He lets the fingers slip into his mouth, tasting them with the tip of his tongue before starting to suck, Nick’s tongue curling up on them slowly, small wet noises escaping without him even notice-
/Renard smiles in satisfaction. Nick is beautiful like this, should always be like this, at hand for his use. He tugs Nick's boxers down and off, curls his hand around Nick's cock and keeps stroking, watching his eyes shutter closed. Nick's mouth is wet and hot, perfect the way he whimpers when Renard presses down on his tongue. When Nick's gotten his fingers wet enough, he pushes Nick onto his back, gets his legs apart, and slides two slick fingers in./
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