@operatour, lefebvre. tell me you're mine.
bass swells outside lounge's walls, repo's bag lost somewhere by the door. rich reds stains vision, lefebvre's features stealing his focus entirely, unfamiliar heat rushing through veins as he searches them. nathan doesn't remember how they ended up like this, manicured fingers wrapped around his aching cock, lewdly bared from fly. the lines, their exchange of words, blur —— he only came to drop off the requested files. but they always end up this way, don't they?
heart pounds, beating out his need, his desire. but mouth dries, words lost amidst the heat swirling around mind, eyes fluttering & head falling back against the plush couch. “ please, ” bleating out a raspy beg, only a touch above a pathetic whine. hands claw fruitlessly at the fabric beneath, reaching for entanglement in blonde hair, seeking a grasp on anything when the threat of falling apart is so near. the wetness that drools from head only provides further proof of such. pleading as length twitches again in lefebvre's cruel grip, hips trying to buck for friction, “ please let me —— please let me come. i'm so close. ”
