“ d—-don’t make me moan, i don’t want anyone to catch us… ”
the grin that appears on neal’s face in response could be described as shit-eating by people who don’t value language as much as neal does. in all those years that he’d denied himself this kind of reaction, he had almost forgotten how good it feels – to be pressed against someone like this. All open and pliant against him, body moving so easily and effortlessly against his own. But above it all, the emotion of it all.
Warm bodies to spend a night with are easy enough to find and although Neal had limited himself even in that regard, it wasn’t just the sexual side of things that had drawn him in so quickly. It was the way Blaine’s words went straight to his chore, the way every breath and motion from him made his own body react on instinct and his brain feel hyper-aware and more relaxed than ever at the same time. He seems to notice everything about Blaine – even by his own standards of attentiveness, which are high as it is. And yet,t hat kind of constant attention and care he finds himself yearning to give doesn’t stress him, doesn’t overwhelm or get in the way of anything else he’s doing. Instead it brings him a sort of comfort he hasn’t felt in far too long.
Blaine, without knowing, had not only brought a breath of fresh air into his life but reminded him of who he was and that maybe giving into that wasn’t going to end in everyone’s demise. And now that he’d gotten a taste of what it was like to be with Blaine, he doesn’t think he can quit. Whoever said that heroin was the most addictive thing in the world clearly had never tried love affection.
So as his hands move over Blaine’s waist to his hips and push them back against the shelves they’re currently hidden behind, there’s none of the lingering concern and guilt he’d always felt just thinking about moments like these. And when Blaine swallows a gasp, he doesn’t worry about whether this will end in heartbreak, only whether it’s considered really bad etiquette to screw his boyfriend between files on tax fraud.
Hands move to find Blaine’s wrists, bring them up above his head to pin them to the metal bar holding up one row of said tax fraud files and he just feels happy. Like this is where he’s supposed to be, noses almost bumping with Blaine’s as he holds him in place, breath hitting each other’s faces and the openness in Blaine’s eyes not so much scaring him as making him excited for the future.
“So what if anyone does?” he mutters, presses in closer, bodies flush together. As if on cue, someone walks past, on the other side of several the rows of shelves. The clicking of their shoes disappears up the stairs and then it’s silent again which Neal takes as a perfect time to roll his hips forward just once. There’s still people around, but it’s late and everyone’s either close to hallucinating from the amounts of coffee they’ve ingested or too busy to concern themselves with the CI having snuck away with his boyfriend. “Let them catch us. All they’ll see is how good you look right now – all flushed and pretty and open for me. Such a good boy. My good boy.”
He pauses, shifts so he can press a leg between Blaine’s thighs and grins when that attempted vow of silence doesn’t hold up at all. Leaning in, he nips at his bottom lip. “That’s it. You’re so hot like this.” Another brief beat, Neal deliberately taking a moment to just take in the sight in front of him. “What do you want, sweet boy? Do you want me to get you off right here? I wouldn’t even need to take off any of your clothes, would I? Hell, I probably wouldn’t need to touch you any more than I am right now and you’d still come for me, wouldn’t you?”
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