A little something something for the Bloodloving people
A snippet I've written for our fave doctor and the mayor, it's not smut but suggestive enough to be post here I think.
Legundo had long since disappeared into his work. The study was quiet save for the soft scratch of pen against paper, his brow furrowed, sleeves rolled up, entirely consumed by whatever problem had rooted him to that chair for hours. So consumed, in fact, that he didn’t notice the door open. Didn’t notice Louis slip inside. Didn’t notice him watching, leaning lazily against the doorframe at first, eyes dark with quiet amusement, taking in the sight of his human boyfriend so thoroughly distracted. Louis exhaled softly through his nose. Unacceptable. Without a word, he crossed the room. Legundo only realized something was wrong when a sudden, familiar weight settled into his lap. “What—?” He startled, shoulders tensing, pen nearly slipping from his fingers. Louis, already comfortable, adjusted himself like he belonged there, which, to be fair, he did. One arm looped loosely around Legundo’s shoulders, the other braced against the desk as he looked down at him with a slow, knowing smile. “Well,” he said lightly, “don’t mind if I do.” “Louis—” Legundo blinked, trying to reorient himself, though his hands had already come to rest at Louis’s waist out of pure instinct. “What are you doing?” Louis tilted his head, as if the answer were obvious. “Getting your attention.” “I was busy.” “Yes,” Louis hummed, dragging the word out as his fingers idly brushed over Legundo’s chest. “I noticed.” The touch was slow. Distracting. Intentional. Legundo inhaled, steadying himself. “I’m in the middle of something important.” “Mm.” Louis shifted closer, turning in his lap until they were face to face, knees bracketing his hips. One hand slid up to rest against his shoulder, thumb grazing absentmindedly along the seam of his shirt. “You’ve been in the middle of something important all day.” “That’s because I—” His words faltered slightly as Louis leaned in. Close enough that their breaths mingled. Close enough that Legundo had to stop himself from leaning the rest of the way. “—have work,” he finished, weaker now. Louis’s smile deepened, softer this time, but no less dangerous. “And I,” he murmured, voice dipping lower, “have been very patient.” Legundo swallowed. That tone never meant anything good for his productivity. “Louis…” “Don’t you think,” Louis continued, his voice barely above a whisper now, “you deserve a break?” His fingers pressed just slightly into Legundo’s shoulder as he shifted again, settling more firmly against him, their bodies aligned in a way that made concentration… difficult. “I can help,” he added, almost thoughtfully. Legundo let out a quiet breath, somewhere between a laugh and something more strained. “I’m not sure your definition of help is very—” Whatever argument he had prepared dissolved the moment Louis dipped his head. The first touch to his neck was barely there, a ghost of a kiss, warm and deliberate. Legundo went still. “—productive,” he tried to finish, though the word came out unevenly. Louis didn’t stop. Another kiss, slower this time, lingering just a fraction longer. Then the faintest brush of teeth, followed by the soft glide of his lips against sensitive skin. Legundo’s grip on him tightened before he even realized it. “Louis,” he said again, but it lacked any real warning now, more breath than protest. “Hmm?” Louis murmured against his neck, entirely unbothered. “You can’t just come in here and—” His sentence broke off sharply as Louis shifted just enough to find a better angle, his mouth pressing more firmly now, unhurried, deliberate in a way that made it impossible to ignore. Legundo’s head tipped back slightly, betraying him. A quiet sound escaped him before he could stop it. Louis smiled; he could feel it. “And yet,” he whispered, lips brushing his skin again, “I just did.”