@getofflikeagun || Childe & Ae -- Continue? > Yes
“P....Please, sir....I want...it....”
Like a gun’s trigger finally being clicked, the hammer hitting the primer, a bullet fires off within his brain. Like a predator, the way his eyes darken as soon as the word ‘sir’ came from her lips is instant.
If the skies of his eyes could grow darker, they did. Enough to match an evening's sky just shortly after dusk had waned. Childe heled her up onto his lap, making sure to keep her knees pressed into the cushion of the chair. The quick shift in his demeanor, though he wasn't trying to hide it, made the room feel as if it grew ten degrees hotter. Shifting one hand to rest against her back, the other found a familiar warmth. Fabric moves at his command, and with too much ease he pushes her underwear down to her knees, then off and onto the floor near the wet carpet as he pushes her closer. Their faces but mere centimeters apart.
Instead of assaulting her lips with more kisses, as he would normally, his lips press against her neck hard. Teeth pinch at the skin, accompanied by sharp inhales of breath. Marking what belongs to /him/, and him alone. His hand that discarded the garment moves back to her womanhood. One finger pushes in, then another with no warning. Out of curiosity, he pumps them with vigor. A taste of what to come - as if she'll remember it. He can feel her juices starting to coat his hand a few pushes in. It causes him to smirk, and after a few minutes - and hard hickeys later - he smirks. Lips move to her ear as he speaks, demanding her full attention. Even as he distracts her by adding a fourth digit. Childe knows she can take it, walls loose and throbbing around him from pent up tension.
It's as if, even with these past few weeks, he knows Aedre like the back of his hand.
"Get on the desk." The few words he demands hold weight. Normally, he'd ease into this mindset. Go from sweet to demanding, and have it seem as if he was always this way from the start. Of course, Aedre finally found the shortcut. The business man helps her stay on him as he stands up, pressing her ass against the polyurethane-sealed dark oak wood. While doing so, when he feels that she's getting close to release, a wet pop of his fingers make an abrupt exit. Hands switch their positions, but instead of giving her pleasure, he hurriedly moves a few items to either side. Making enough room so she can lay comfortably, when - not if - the time comes.
"Don't make a sound. -- You're not walking out of this office tonight. I'm going to cover this entire office with you." Childe would normally try to make her scream. Addicted to the sound of her moans, but he couldn't risk it in the office. Yet, he was fine with it in the moment -- there's always later to hear her sweet song and get his fill. Once she's comfortable, the stalling adding tot he pressure.
He moves his head to look back into her hazy blue hues. His left hand moves to guide the tip of his cock against her entrance, then as he speaks, he sheathes himself deep within her womb.
"There won't be a place that won't have us burned into their surfaces." Childe’s lips go back to her skin, hands moving to her hip and blouse. Buttons are forcefully taken off. The hand on her lip is rough, nails digging into the fabric of her clothes and finding purchase into her skin. There’s no escape from this, now.
