Obviously, Kian had been here before. Too often, in that bizarre version of an office filled with paraphernalia of the glory days, drugs and just general gaudy and bad taste. Not at all Kian's aesthetic, but whatever. He could deal with it. Taliesin was eccentric, rather obviously so. He didn't mind his taste in suits and he had gotten used to most other things.
But he'd just been held in a police station over literally nothing, with no evidence and very clearly just because Taliesin willed it to be so. And what Taliesin wanted, Taliesin got.
He was about to get an angry Scotsman in his precious fucking office. Kian unlocked the door and slammed it open, then let it fall shut behind him as he moved further into the place. "Are you fucking satisfied now, limp dick? Did that at least get you the hell off, or can't you get it up long enough for that either? Fucking waste of both our time then, shithead. Stupid Welsh cunt."
"My dick was plenty hard last night, I had a really good wank. Nice, long, had a little help from a girl in the club. It was a shame you weren't there but you know what they say? Crime doesn't pay." Seeing Kian this upset was beautiful. He hated him, he really did, stupid smarmy little brat was trying to screw him over. Cutting deals on their case behind his back, when he specifically told him not to?
Fuck him and fuck that. He was there, sitting on his ridiculous golden throne, looking smug and very pleased with himself. And there he was, he was just in his boxers, a waistcoat and a shirt. Clearly he'd been working hard in his 'office'.
"I told you not to fuck me over, kid. You tried to fuck me so I fuck you harder." He wasn't going to let this dumb punk have any ground on him. "And I hope you did get fucked hard. Cavity search?" Hopefully.
"If you think that this was me fucking you hard, then you've never been fucked properly." There was actually a shock, given the kind of sex this mad old bloke clearly went for. "I'm a faggot, you wanker. Not the first time a bunch of cops tried to fuck me over, just the first time they were the sissy bunch you've paid off."
Kian scoffed, stepping closer to Taliesin and putting his hands down on the ridiculous man's ridiculous desk in front of his ridiculous throne. "You were the one who left an opening. You were the one bending over for me and then you go crying to the cops when you can't take that dick up your arse? What's next, Tallie? Are you gonna call your mommy on me?"
God, the way this little punk spoke to him. He stood up, annoyed at having to, and came over to Kian. He had height and weight over the little punk so he didn't overly feel intimidated. "I never bent over for you, do you hear me? You wanna watch what sort of bullshit you say. Cause I ain't the bending type. And you know what? I'm getting real sick of you talking about my parents."
He grabbed Kian by the collar of his suit and yanked him close, snarling in his face. "You better start getting some manners, boy. Don't make me hurt you cause I fucking will. I was generous this time. Do you get that? I could have had you serving."
"Then I reckon I should be fucking grateful to you, you old cunt, eh?" That snarl, he always did that snarl. Kian had seen it entirely too often for it to have much of an effect on him. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be out. You bloody know that. So if you want me falling in line, make it worth it. Stop dicking me around."
Taliesin was bigger than him, sure, but he wasn't taller and he doubted he was notably stronger, given he was recovering from heart surgery. Kian wasn't feeling overly intimidating. "I'm not your fucking assistant. I'm your partner. Ain't that just a treat for us both?"
"I don't need you. I never need you. I would be just fine by my fucking self but I don't get to do that? And I was being all nice to you, you were learning and all that good shit and suddenly, you want to stab me in the back. And I fucking warned you about stabbing me in the back." Without giving Kian any warning, he was suddenly slamming him into the desk, fingers gripping his suit jacket tight as he tried to pin him against it so he could fucking choke him.
He knew it was true, on some level, he just didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about losing his job and having to live without being a lawyer. He hated that even now, his grip was weaker than it used to be, that his hands trembled and hell, his vision was swimming. That was the stupid blood pressure or heart or something. It didn't matter.
It just wasn't fair. "You might steal my job, you might get some good cases and some prestige, sure, but you're already fucked. They set you up to fail. And let's be real here, daddy's boy, it ain't your shiny recorded they fancied. They just liked your surname."
Kian put his hands in front of his chest to pull Taliesin's arms apart, not about to actually let himself get choked. Still, he didn't make too much of an effort of fending the man off, mostly because somewhere in the back of his head he did remember the exhaustive list of things Taliesin was supposed to avoid - such as strenuous exercise - and he knew how he very much didn't avoid any of them. He was responsible for Taliesin's health, whether either of them wanted him to be or not.
But then he brought up his father, his surname, like that, and he didn't think about being considerate any more. He didn't think at all, he simply shoved forward and then immediately slipped past Taliesin, simply so he could pin him to the desk instead. He didn't bother trying to spin him around, so he was essentially forcing the man to bend over the desk.
"You don't fucking know a thing about me and what I'm capable of. But I know everything there is to know about you. I know you used to be great. I also know just how washed up you are now."
He put a hand at the back of Taliesin's neck now, to try and force him down further, at the same time moving close against him to bodily pin him to the desk. "I'm not here for you to fuck over. They don't pay me enough for that."
Instead of panicking, he was laughing. Taliesin laughed, excited and amused, as he fought against the hand on his neck. "Oh woah, now we got to the pressure point. Oh dear, it's really is dearest daddy. Oh, you stupid boy, you don't see it, do you?" He laughed and lost his grip, his head hitting the desk in a very unpleasant way. Eh, whatever, who cared? This would soon pass but what he had now was beautiful.
"I was there when they did the new hires, before my heart went whizz bang. They liked you for your daddy, not for you." His laugh was mocking despite his position, just glad he had something.
That brat had brought his parents up too much for comfort and fucking rubbed it in that his career was dying and his body was following. It was time to get under his skin too. "Oh, if he's anything like his dad, he's a sure sell. And if he isn't, he's another hands on deck. I was there, I know. They asked me but I couldn't give a shit about new hires. I always assume they all have reputable daddies like you."
"My father hates everything you stand for. That's your most attractive attribute." Well, it wasn't as if he was out to make daddy proud. Not as if that had ever been an option. "I've got a lot less of a sanctimonious black and white morality. Helps that I don't have my head up my arse, so I can sniff something other than my own farts."
He had daddy issues, so what? They all did, he was fairly convinced. All those career-driven man-children, either working for or against daddy's approval. "I don't give a shit what they hired me for. All I care about is where it's getting me. Same with you."
Why pretend that it was anything else? "If there's an opening, I'll fuck them all."
"Oh, I hated your dad. I really fucking hated him. I wish I hated you more but you're just boring. Predictable. Just what I expected when I had to work with you." A young, arrogant punk who wanted to bleed him dry, take his job and life and fuck off somewhere else. "You're going nowhere, you dumb littl-- can you get your dick off my ass for like five seconds? Christ."
Well, he was bent over a desk and Barty was right there... and he'd just proudly declared himself a faggot so he was having mixed feelings about their current position.
"You might be horny for older guys, I get it, daddy issues but I'm not really looking for boys like you."
"You fucking wish, you horny old bastard. Maybe you'd finally get off when you get yourself fucked properly for the first time in your life." Kian had been planning on moving, for the obvious reasons, but now he was making a point. And so, evidently, was his cock. Apparently making an even sharper, harder point. Oh, well. He wasn't about to apologise to Taliesin for that.
"I keep telling you you don't know me. Maybe it would sink in if you joined those bitches that yell out my name." He snorted, slapping Taliesin's arse while he was at it. "I can always recognise a thirsty queen. You've just missed out on your coronation. I could catch you up."
"You think I've never played around with my ass? Don't be stupid. I've done more than you ever could, you silly queer. I just don't want any guy up me. It's called being smart. I'm not getting fucking AIDS off your diseased cock." He had done some ass play with girls before but never deep or really enough to get properly into it. Mostly, he liked to fuck and lately, that wasn't working so well. As Kian had witnessed while his co-worker cursed out strippers over it.
The doctor said it was poor blood flow and he could eventually take something for it but not yet. Fucking useless doctors. He felt Kian harder against him and hissed in annoyance. "Don't ever fucking slap my ass again, punk, or I'll spank you five ways to Friday."
"I think you've played with your arse, I just don't think anyone's gotten in deep enough." Clearly, that had to be why he was still so full of shit. "I'm cleaner than you've ever been. I get tested every two weeks."
And he had a clean bill of health, STD-free, so he could hook up without any issue. Not that he'd do it without a condom, he wasn't an idiot.
"You're into it. You like the pain, you think it's pleasure. Anyone who lives like you is a masochist." Seemed fairly obvious to him. "Ask nicely, maybe I'll give you a prostate massage you won't ever forget. Get your blood pressure right down with that."
"Okay, time to get the fuck off me." With a huff, he stomped onto Kian's foot and hoped he'd take the fucking hint. He didn't need to fuck a queer to get an orgasm, he'd just pay a very persistent women to suck him off and maybe pop some kind of pills for it. Though all the ones he took right now, they weren't helping his limp dick.
"Look, I like pain, I'm not gonna argue. Nothing is better than being choked to orgasm and I ain't ashamed of it. I'm adventurous. I'm not afraid to live my life. But I'm not into you and that's a big issue cause - let me put it simple - I'm not a fucking faggot."
He was straight. Not that he minded fags, they were fun and he got it, he really did, but he would have thought he'd know by now if he wanted to fuck boys.
"Why wouldn't you be into me?" Kian moved back a step or two and held his hands up, showing that he was backing off. At least physically. "I'm everything you love so fucking much about yourself. Who cares about sexuality? You get to fuck yourself."
More or less.
He shrugged and looked Taliesin over, debating where he stood with the matter himself. Fucking him might shut him up, so there was that. Shut him up for a little while, at least. "Anyway, it's scientifically backed. Prostate massages and anal sex help men with heart conditions. You should be so lucky."
"I call bullshit. What is that you're reading? Queer news weekly?" He rolled his eyes and finally, with the space, he walked over to his drink cabinet to get himself something strong. What was this idiot even doing? Cause he knew from all he'd said, he thought of him as some useless old man. So why suddenly horny for him? Must be daddy issues.
"I'd sooner fuck you up the ass and hey, I'm someone who thinks we should all try something once but it ain't gonna happen." Cause he couldn't get it up and he didn't want Kian to see it that way. In passing, sure, it was a joke but not like that. In the middle of sex? Fuck that.
"Why would I ever fuck you? And, more important, why would you ever want to fuck me? So you can work through some daddy issues or what?"
"Never got turned on by anything to do with my father. He's anti-sex. Fairly sure I was created in a lab." It was pretty impossible to imagine any level of passion between his parents - and not just because he didn't want to.
Kian shrugged and leaned against the desk, watching Talisien get himself a drink. "Pour me something too."
If he wasn't getting anything else out of it, he at least wanted some overpriced liquor. "You made me angry. I get turned on when I'm angry. Can't be that foreign a concept to you, can it? I reckon that's the major reason you ever get laid."
"I do get a lot of pissed off women. I find that anger is basically passion and passion always leads to sex." Taliesin explained as he poured Kian a drink and came over, holding it out to him. Now that sex was floating nebulously around them, he felt something he hadn't felt since he was a teenager. He felt unsure. And that was strange. "If you were a girl, I would have fucked you a week ago."
And it wouldn't have bothered him at all. He didn't mind playing into daddy fantasies and all of that. Being the older guy, being taboo, whatever kinky shit was needed - but for a boy? Huh. "You really wanna ride my dick, Ffagot? The ol' bogal jobio."
"Hm." He looked him up and down as he took the glass off him and took a first sip, letting it fill his mouth. Nice. Overpriced, sure, but it tasted expensive as well. Whiskey older than both of them. "I'm versatile when I want to be. But, no. I want to fuck you. I thought that was made clear."
He had his legs further apart right now than was necessary as he leaned against the desk. "My cock isn't going to let either of us down." Obviously, he felt, given he was quite obviously still hard now. "If I was a girl, maybe I'd have higher standards. But I'm a lad in the end and you're enough of a bastard to be worth fucking."
"How do I know it's not a long play to give me AIDS?" Cause if he had AIDS, he'd always try this with his enemies. And he had a lot of those. He leaned back against the wall and considered it for a moment before looking aside and taking a long drink. Maybe it was all a move to humiliate him? His dick was not working, he guessed it was good for embarrassing him.
Or, more likely, he was just super horny for him. Maybe he was gay catnip? It made sense. He was handsome and men liked manly men. At least, normal blokes did. And Kian wasn't a total poofter. "I suppose I can't deny you your attraction. You can't help it. Few can. I get it, I'm your type."
Clearly. "So what are we gonna do about it? Cause if we're fucking, I need some coke."
"When we are fucking, Taliesin, then you don't need any coke." Kian said it very matter of fact, not even touching the matter of just how attractive Taliesin may or may not be. Calling him a washed up old man again would likely not be conductive to the mood he was setting.
He finished off his drink and set it aside, then considered this for a moment. Had to get him on the bed, if he wanted to really show him how it was done.
So Kian leaned in and kissed him, assuming that Taliesin would not see that coming. He was a good kisser and he definitely know how to kiss men that thought they were straight. Knew how to kiss them and also knew how to lead them over to the nearest desirable surface, as he was doing now when he slowly pushed him to lay down on the bed, not ending the kiss just yet. Might keep him from talking for a minute at least.
He did pull away at long last, only to shrug out of his suit jacket and reach for his tie, staring down at Taliesin the whole time. "Relax. I know what I'm doing."
The kiss wasn't bad. As far as kissing went. He liked it fine, even if it was weird to feel a light bit of stubble against him. Christ, how desperate for a fuck was this idiot? He was clearly looking for something out of this but he wasn't sure what. Well, if it meant his asshole got a luxury sex cruise because of it, what did he care?
He let himself get moved around and dropped onto the bed, looking up at Barty with a slightly deranged smirk. Well, that was his default smirk. "Come on, you're trying to play nice but we both know you like it rough and dirty. Just ride me, princess."
If he could get it up, they would have an amazing time. He knew how to make a girl squirt, how much harder could it be with a lad like this?
"Not how it's going to go, cowboy. Saddle up, Tallie. We're doing this my way." He had a hand in his pocket and got what he needed, for now throwing the packs of condoms onto the mattress and just getting the lube out. He had his fingers slick in no time, but then he took a moment to adjust himself on top of Taliesin. It would help him relax a little, being put into the right position.
He moved one of Taliesin's legs for better access and then he started pushing a finger inside him. He was slow about it, because this wasn't much different than a virgin in his mind. New ground, anyway. "Focus on your breathing. That's the part that calms you down."
"Ah, I don't know. It just loses something without the high." Taliesin remarked as he opened his legs and watched the kid work. What was the end goal? It was kind of fun to watch him work. A lot like when they worked a case. So serious, so focused. He had something he wanted and he was chasing it with this quiet, controlled manner. It was kind of creepy and, well, now it was kind of hot too.
The finger went farther than expected and his eyes widened noticeably at the intrusion. He shifted and tsked lightly. "Fuck me, kid, what are you trying to find up there." The calm breathing would come. Eventually. For now, he was looking very sceptical.
"What do you think I'm trying to find? I'm chasing that high for you. Finding my own way to make you see stars." That said he curled his finger, angled it right to push down on the prostate. Easy enough to find and certainly easy to stimulate, now that he was in deep enough. He started massaging it, fucking him, so far only using one finger still. Had to go slow, even if he was still very much turned on himself.
"You bring that fuck me energy to court next time and the jury's going to be eating out of your hand." Almost called him 'love' right there, but he caught himself in time. This was why he usually avoided fucking where he worked, but whatever. This was murky enough as it was already, might as well get something out of it.
Now there were two fingers and they were intent on finding a way to make him squirm in pleasure.
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But he'd just been held in a police station over literally nothing, with no evidence and very clearly just because Taliesin willed it to be so. And what Taliesin wanted, Taliesin got.
He was about to get an angry Scotsman in his precious fucking office. Kian unlocked the door and slammed it open, then let it fall shut behind him as he moved further into the place. "Are you fucking satisfied now, limp dick? Did that at least get you the hell off, or can't you get it up long enough for that either? Fucking waste of both our time then, shithead. Stupid Welsh cunt."
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Fuck him and fuck that. He was there, sitting on his ridiculous golden throne, looking smug and very pleased with himself. And there he was, he was just in his boxers, a waistcoat and a shirt. Clearly he'd been working hard in his 'office'.
"I told you not to fuck me over, kid. You tried to fuck me so I fuck you harder." He wasn't going to let this dumb punk have any ground on him. "And I hope you did get fucked hard. Cavity search?" Hopefully.
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Kian scoffed, stepping closer to Taliesin and putting his hands down on the ridiculous man's ridiculous desk in front of his ridiculous throne. "You were the one who left an opening. You were the one bending over for me and then you go crying to the cops when you can't take that dick up your arse? What's next, Tallie? Are you gonna call your mommy on me?"
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He grabbed Kian by the collar of his suit and yanked him close, snarling in his face. "You better start getting some manners, boy. Don't make me hurt you cause I fucking will. I was generous this time. Do you get that? I could have had you serving."
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Taliesin was bigger than him, sure, but he wasn't taller and he doubted he was notably stronger, given he was recovering from heart surgery. Kian wasn't feeling overly intimidating. "I'm not your fucking assistant. I'm your partner. Ain't that just a treat for us both?"
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He knew it was true, on some level, he just didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about losing his job and having to live without being a lawyer. He hated that even now, his grip was weaker than it used to be, that his hands trembled and hell, his vision was swimming. That was the stupid blood pressure or heart or something. It didn't matter.
It just wasn't fair. "You might steal my job, you might get some good cases and some prestige, sure, but you're already fucked. They set you up to fail. And let's be real here, daddy's boy, it ain't your shiny recorded they fancied. They just liked your surname."
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But then he brought up his father, his surname, like that, and he didn't think about being considerate any more. He didn't think at all, he simply shoved forward and then immediately slipped past Taliesin, simply so he could pin him to the desk instead. He didn't bother trying to spin him around, so he was essentially forcing the man to bend over the desk.
"You don't fucking know a thing about me and what I'm capable of. But I know everything there is to know about you. I know you used to be great. I also know just how washed up you are now."
He put a hand at the back of Taliesin's neck now, to try and force him down further, at the same time moving close against him to bodily pin him to the desk. "I'm not here for you to fuck over. They don't pay me enough for that."
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"I was there when they did the new hires, before my heart went whizz bang. They liked you for your daddy, not for you." His laugh was mocking despite his position, just glad he had something.
That brat had brought his parents up too much for comfort and fucking rubbed it in that his career was dying and his body was following. It was time to get under his skin too. "Oh, if he's anything like his dad, he's a sure sell. And if he isn't, he's another hands on deck. I was there, I know. They asked me but I couldn't give a shit about new hires. I always assume they all have reputable daddies like you."
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He had daddy issues, so what? They all did, he was fairly convinced. All those career-driven man-children, either working for or against daddy's approval. "I don't give a shit what they hired me for. All I care about is where it's getting me. Same with you."
Why pretend that it was anything else? "If there's an opening, I'll fuck them all."
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Well, he was bent over a desk and Barty was right there... and he'd just proudly declared himself a faggot so he was having mixed feelings about their current position.
"You might be horny for older guys, I get it, daddy issues but I'm not really looking for boys like you."
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"I keep telling you you don't know me. Maybe it would sink in if you joined those bitches that yell out my name." He snorted, slapping Taliesin's arse while he was at it. "I can always recognise a thirsty queen. You've just missed out on your coronation. I could catch you up."
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The doctor said it was poor blood flow and he could eventually take something for it but not yet. Fucking useless doctors. He felt Kian harder against him and hissed in annoyance. "Don't ever fucking slap my ass again, punk, or I'll spank you five ways to Friday."
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And he had a clean bill of health, STD-free, so he could hook up without any issue. Not that he'd do it without a condom, he wasn't an idiot.
"You're into it. You like the pain, you think it's pleasure. Anyone who lives like you is a masochist." Seemed fairly obvious to him. "Ask nicely, maybe I'll give you a prostate massage you won't ever forget. Get your blood pressure right down with that."
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"Look, I like pain, I'm not gonna argue. Nothing is better than being choked to orgasm and I ain't ashamed of it. I'm adventurous. I'm not afraid to live my life. But I'm not into you and that's a big issue cause - let me put it simple - I'm not a fucking faggot."
He was straight. Not that he minded fags, they were fun and he got it, he really did, but he would have thought he'd know by now if he wanted to fuck boys.
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More or less.
He shrugged and looked Taliesin over, debating where he stood with the matter himself. Fucking him might shut him up, so there was that. Shut him up for a little while, at least. "Anyway, it's scientifically backed. Prostate massages and anal sex help men with heart conditions. You should be so lucky."
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"I'd sooner fuck you up the ass and hey, I'm someone who thinks we should all try something once but it ain't gonna happen." Cause he couldn't get it up and he didn't want Kian to see it that way. In passing, sure, it was a joke but not like that. In the middle of sex? Fuck that.
"Why would I ever fuck you? And, more important, why would you ever want to fuck me? So you can work through some daddy issues or what?"
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Kian shrugged and leaned against the desk, watching Talisien get himself a drink. "Pour me something too."
If he wasn't getting anything else out of it, he at least wanted some overpriced liquor. "You made me angry. I get turned on when I'm angry. Can't be that foreign a concept to you, can it? I reckon that's the major reason you ever get laid."
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And it wouldn't have bothered him at all. He didn't mind playing into daddy fantasies and all of that. Being the older guy, being taboo, whatever kinky shit was needed - but for a boy? Huh. "You really wanna ride my dick, Ffagot? The ol' bogal jobio."
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He had his legs further apart right now than was necessary as he leaned against the desk. "My cock isn't going to let either of us down." Obviously, he felt, given he was quite obviously still hard now. "If I was a girl, maybe I'd have higher standards. But I'm a lad in the end and you're enough of a bastard to be worth fucking."
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Or, more likely, he was just super horny for him. Maybe he was gay catnip? It made sense. He was handsome and men liked manly men. At least, normal blokes did. And Kian wasn't a total poofter. "I suppose I can't deny you your attraction. You can't help it. Few can. I get it, I'm your type."
Clearly. "So what are we gonna do about it? Cause if we're fucking, I need some coke."
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He finished off his drink and set it aside, then considered this for a moment. Had to get him on the bed, if he wanted to really show him how it was done.
So Kian leaned in and kissed him, assuming that Taliesin would not see that coming. He was a good kisser and he definitely know how to kiss men that thought they were straight. Knew how to kiss them and also knew how to lead them over to the nearest desirable surface, as he was doing now when he slowly pushed him to lay down on the bed, not ending the kiss just yet. Might keep him from talking for a minute at least.
He did pull away at long last, only to shrug out of his suit jacket and reach for his tie, staring down at Taliesin the whole time. "Relax. I know what I'm doing."
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He let himself get moved around and dropped onto the bed, looking up at Barty with a slightly deranged smirk. Well, that was his default smirk. "Come on, you're trying to play nice but we both know you like it rough and dirty. Just ride me, princess."
If he could get it up, they would have an amazing time. He knew how to make a girl squirt, how much harder could it be with a lad like this?
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He moved one of Taliesin's legs for better access and then he started pushing a finger inside him. He was slow about it, because this wasn't much different than a virgin in his mind. New ground, anyway. "Focus on your breathing. That's the part that calms you down."
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The finger went farther than expected and his eyes widened noticeably at the intrusion. He shifted and tsked lightly. "Fuck me, kid, what are you trying to find up there." The calm breathing would come. Eventually. For now, he was looking very sceptical.
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"You bring that fuck me energy to court next time and the jury's going to be eating out of your hand." Almost called him 'love' right there, but he caught himself in time. This was why he usually avoided fucking where he worked, but whatever. This was murky enough as it was already, might as well get something out of it.
Now there were two fingers and they were intent on finding a way to make him squirm in pleasure.
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