Imagine you and damien having a special thing going on between the two of you but neither of you acknowledge it. Imagine that neither of you speak about it but you both know and you don't know if the other person knows and neither of you act on it. Imagine it goes on like this for months, casual touches, side glances, certain words spoken to each other, flirty promises and things that shouldn't be said around the office. -Latias(1/3)
(cont.) Imagine that finally, finally after all the touches and words you've had enough. Imagine seeing him across the hall or something and you catch his eye, and he winks at you, the nerve and imagine you storm over to him having had enough of the games and you just grab him by his lapels and pull him into a passionate a searing kiss. And imagine him being surprised by your forwardness but kissing you back with equal if not more fervor. Imagine pushing him against a wall and he smirks, and mentions something about how he likes a person who can take charge, and you wipe that smirk off his face by placing your leg in between his thighs and ever so gently bringing it up to grind against him. Imagine the soft moans that would leave him, imagine him trying to keep composure because you're still in the building and you're in a public hallway and he tries to mention that to you but you say you don't mind a little exhibitionism and he calls you fiery and that he likes that. Imagine you bring a hand to his hair, his perfectly quaffed hair, and you just thread your fingers through it, messing it up in the process but neither of you care and then imagine you pull on it and he groans. Imagine bringing his head back and seeing his neck and imagine you just bite down on it, and he winces but groans again as you begin to lap at it and suck on the very same spot and now it's a lot more sensitive and he whines. Imagine him asking you to hurry up, to do something more, and imagine you say alright, and you slip your other hand down the front of his trousers, ever so slowly, still kissing and biting and sucking on his neck. And imagine the sigh that leaves him when he finally feels your hands on him and he stutters for a moment when you begin to stroke him Imagine him leaning on your shoulder, desperate to leave a mark on you now that you left several on him. Imagine him not being able to though, utterly consumed with you pulling on his dick and his hair and all he can do is moan into your ear and let out heated breaths until he finally cums on your hand which you then bring up to lick clean. And imagine him seeing that and just imagine the fire that sparks in his eyes as he see you do this and then start to lean down to clean up the rest of the mess and then imagine tucking him back into his pants, kissing his cheek, and then walking away, leaving him there in the hallway to try and figure out what the hell just happened.
