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Just stopping by to say that Terrence is a cutie. I would die for him.

shark vc ; then perish

fdkjshgk thank you tho, i think ? i try to give him more human qualities other than the ‘ohh bad dude always angry’ that are associated with his character, fun to write him just.. y’know actually being happy and soft. ;;

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"Terrence!" Cam hurried up to Terrence, wide smile on his face as he embraced his boyfriend with one arm. The other was held behind his back and he seemed to be holding something. When he stepped back and brought his arm to the front, he smiled as he held a ring in his hand. The gem in the center of each ring was red, but seemed to have tints of orange in it as well. Cam was already wearing his, and he hoped Terrence would wear his. "I know it's kinda childish, but... Do you like it?"

   He isn’t paying attention, eyes astray and gazing elsewhere when Cam calls to him. Word of name draws his gaze and Terrence chuckles when he is grabbed. A small cant of his head meets the way of how Cam holds him, hides his hand, and there bears questions as to what exactly the other is up to this time. It is always something with him.

   “I don’t see how it is childish,” comes his initial worded response. Terrence reaches out to take it and offers a smile, soft hum, before slipping it onto the same finger that Cam wears his own. “It’s nice, reminds me of the same fire I feel whenever I see you.” He knows it is cheesy sounding but all the same does he mean it. Stepping closer and eliminating the space between them Terrence is leaning over to kiss Cam, a hand winding around his waist.

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Terrence looked up at him and for a moment, Cam was incredibly aware of the fact that he could easily lose his job as well as his reputation for doing such a thing. Then, when his tongue moved gracefully against the underside of his cock, Cam no longer seemed to be hesitant. Instead, he pulled his hips back only to jerk them forwards. His head lowered as fingers curled tighter into Terrence’s hair, soft moan tumbling out.

“Damn…they t- teach you this where you work?” He asked, smirking at his own statement. Feeling the other relax significantly, he shuddered, then jerked his hips faster, setting a pace that had to be a bit rough. He was sure Terrence wouldn’t mind, though. He seemed like the kind of guy to like it rough.

   Feeling Cam’s cock hit the back of his throat leaves him gagging around it, though not pulling back. A soft huff leaves through his nose and Terrence drops his hands down. One sits on his thigh and the other palms at the outline of a growing hardness in his pants, groaning again in response to the question. Hard to really answer with a dick in his mouth.

   The loose feeling to his own arousal doesn’t last long before the pyro is undoing his pants and freely stroking himself in tandem of the officer’s own movements. Something about the situation was quite euphoric, as if the fact that he is getting out of trouble by having a good time. Hollowing out his cheeks and sucking around Cam he keeps his gaze upwards and locked with the other’s.

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THIS BABY GREAT WHITE SHARK IS THE CUTEST THING EVER OHMYFUCDJFDSJFK

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“No, no-” There was a shocked gasp as Terrence’s fingers curled into the flesh of his ass and he buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck, desperately trying to decide on whether to move backwards into the hands or forwards to grind into him further. “I want to ride you this time, please, can’t wait,” he murmured against Terrence’s neck.

Small fingers frantically pulled at the other’s pants in an attempt to get them off. He knew there was always a chance of being seen, but it only made his jeans tighter at the thought. “Want you to shove your cock up my ass so hard I can’t think straight,” he said to mostly himself, hopping off of Terrence’s lap to yank his pants off and toss them aside. He was far to impatient for his shirt to come off and it may have been a bit too long but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “…We don’t have all day, Terrence.”

   A gentle laugh leaves the pyro at how lewd Cam’s words are, looking down to watch his futile attempts in removing his pants. There are a few seconds of considering to make comment on how impossible it’ll be with him still in his lap but the problem remedies itself quickly when Cam slides off of him. There is a certain degree of hilarity that comes too with how the pants are thrown haphazardly to the ground, though he doesn’t sit still through it all, fingers working at the belt around his waist.

   Lifting himself just enough up from the bench both pants and boxers are slid down to his ankles, hand patting his lap in suggestion for Cam to return to his previous position. It hadn’t taken much at all to get him hard, Terrence leaning back against the bench and grinning up at Cam. “Did you even bring any lube?”

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“Mm, maybe I did.” A coy smile crossed his lips and he moved away from Terrence’s neck to kiss him again. During the kisses he peppered onto Terrence’s face, he groaned as the other’s fingers dug into his ass. Cam was not one to be quiet in the moment, and this would be no different. His smile morphed into a smirk as he leaned in towards the other’s ear.

“I fingered myself to the thought of you, you know? I used every toy I had just so I could take you right now. Do you know how agonizing it is to have to wait for hours with a plug in you? …I do. And I need it out now. Want you to fuck me right here, where anyone could see us.”

   “You are fucking ridiculous,” he replies back, tone carrying all the mirth he could offer. Really Terrence cannot even be surprised at the fact that Cam would plan something like this- he really is one to do something like this. Eyes roll and his hands move, sliding down the back of the other’s pants, gripping his ass without fabric hindering him. 

   Pulling his head back from Cam it is only so he can spare a glance to the area about them, biting the inside of his cheek. The idea of being seen certainly isn’t a turn off. “How about I take you in the grass, this bench isn’t exactly comfortable, unless you’re wanting to ride me.” Now that would be a sight. 

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"Terrence? You have to promise me that you'll be more careful in...everything. Okay? Promise me."

   “I am not exactly the most careful person around but uh.. I will try?” Terrence is already pretty good about being cautious as is (given his line of work) but if it makes Cam feel better to hear him say that he will do better about it, then there’s no harm in saying so. 

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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE

whERE THE FUCK IS YOUR FUEL SUPPLY TO SUSTAIN NO LESS THAN TWO ACTUAL FLAMETHROWERS

WHY ARE YOU SUCH A HUGE LOSER

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No one was around and it was dark. What better time then the moment they were in? He’d causally slipped into Terrence’s lap and, before his boyfriend could finish his full sentence, Cam kissed him softly, eyes fluttering closed as he savored the taste of Terrence’s lips.

“What, you think I care about people seeing us kiss?” Cam asked, fluttering his eyelashes like his intentions were totally innocent. His acting, admittedly, was a bit off since he began to grind down on the other’s lap with his arms laced around Terrence’s neck. “Unless you don’t want to kiss me? That’s not very nice of you.” He punctuated the ‘nice’ with another rough movement of his hips and leaned in so his face was buried in the crook of the other’s neck. Lips found their way there and pressed gentle kisses to his skin; a stark contrast to his frantic movements.

   “It isn’t the kissing that I am worried about, and you know it,” he mutters as his head cants away from Cam, giving him better access to his neck. A soft sigh slips up afterwards and his hands slide back from the other’s thighs, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass when they settle again. Terrence may be complaining but that doesn’t stop him from using his new found leverage to pull Cam across his lap more.

   “Did you plan ahead for this?” Finally the pyro relents and offers a laugh, turning his head again to look at Cam. “I feel like this is something you were expecting to have happen.” He even goes as far as to roll his hips up against the movements in his lap, excitement growing quickly.

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   “Cam, I swear to-” The remainder of the sentence finds only silence as the other leans forward, lips coming together. Having gone for a walk in the cool summer night he should have guessed that Cam’s intentions were elsewhere. They always seemed to be, not that he held a negative notion towards them, but warning would have been nice.

   Terrence rests his hands on the smaller’s thighs from where they straddle his lap, fingers curling in on the flesh there. “Anyone could see us, you know?” Maybe that was the point, though he cannot imagine the park bench being particularly comfortable for such..

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   He had started to doze off, gaze a hazing blur and eyes slipping shut in the face of a movie they’d been watching. Rest had been escaping him the last several nights and will continue to do so for he is right awake again when Gemma moves into his lap. Blinking away the sleep threatening to overtake him, Terrence feels a smile pulling along the corners of his mouth.

   “Does this mean you’re done watching it too?”

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A sniffle and a nod later, he was letting go of Terrence and keeping his head low. He couldn’t bear to look at him when he was so weak. He was a god, he had to be strong, and yet he was crying over his abuser. Anyone would have told him it was okay to cry, but he refused to believe that it was fine. He’d been ridiculed too much for it to be okay.

He took Terrence by the hand and practically dragged him to the bedroom, where he sat down on the edge and held his face in his hands. The tears had slowed, but it was an eternal flow that he couldn’t stop. He hated it, but they just kept coming. There was nothing he could do. “It… It’s my adoptive dad,” he began, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “He, um… He beat his wife and me. For years. And when I thought I’d finally escaped him, he appears at my doorstep.” A bitter laugh, then: “I guess it’s just something I gotta deal with. Maybe I deserve it…?”

   Being dragged along he brings his free hand up to try and rub the sleep out of his eyes, suppressing a yawn as they go along. Even in the dark it isn’t hard to make it to the bedroom. It is almost a straight shot from the front door to the place after all. When Cam sits down he follows and plops down right beside him. Leaning over and wrapping an arm over the other’s shoulders Terrence slowly pulls him closer.

   “You know, you could come live here with me, if you want.” And I will kill him if he so much as comes near you again. Unspoken words but a notion he is more than willing to carry out if it comes to such. “And you don’t deserve it. No one deserves that but least of all you.” A soft sigh follows and he glances over to the clock on the dresser adjacent to them. Just after two A.M., he didn’t need the sleep anyways. 

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Cam knew he shouldn’t have been giving this man the satisfaction of getting off with a warning simply for sucking him off. He would likely get in trouble for it, but who said anyone had to know? Besides, it gave him another chance to let him off with another ‘warning’ if he was caught again. It was a win-win situation!

As Terrence took his head into his mouth, he let out a soft gasp. It wasn’t often that Cam got his dick sucked by a criminal (or at all, really), and it would likely show. His crimson face darkened, if possible, and he let his eyes drift closed as his hand tightened in Terrence’s hair, hips rolling forwards a bit once he hardened under the feeling of the other’s tongue and hands.

   Terrence wouldn’t say anything about the incident to anyone (save his friends maybe) so if someone did find out it would have to be by Cam’s own voice. His hands move down to fondle at his balls when he jerks forward, mouth opening more to allow him deeper. It would probably be a bit easier with more time but clearly that isn’t something either of them have.

   Peering up to the officer he starts to bob his head, tongue moving over Cam’s length in his mouth to try and slick it up so the movements can be more fluid and unhindered by the dryness found there. A soft groan rolls out of his throat and over the flesh in his mouth, doing his best to relax and give Cam free reign to fuck his mouth as he pleases. 

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Oh. Yeah, he might want the cuffs off. The question lingered for a moment and then, before Cam could answer, Terrence was already on his knees. Hm… He could put up with the cuffs a bit longer. If he wanted to grin like a smug asshole, then he could keep ‘em on.

“No, you can keep them on. I think you look good with them, sweetheart,” he cooed, hand lightly caressing the other’s cheek as he sat on his knees. Finally, Cam reached down to unzip his pants and nearly broke the button in his hurry to free himself. Once his pants and boxers were both down enough, he held his cock in his hand and looked down expectantly with a smirk. “I’m sure someone like you knows what to do.”

   He rolls his eye at being called sweetheart, settling back on his heels to watch Cam go about his business. Something about giving a person of power this sort of treatment is thrilling, especially if he can get away with it. Half the time he tried it ended up with him getting roughed up or left in a cell for a little longer than necessary. 

   Sitting forward again and reaching up he takes the tip of Cam’s cock into his mouth, tongue rolling over the head a few times and hands working with the rest, trying to get him fully erect. There really isn’t any need for him to comment back on the notion that he knows what to do, he can let actions speak for themselves.