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in the first week as the task force's new handler, it seemed the obvious choice to dip your toes into the water was to start off with gaz. however, you're easily fooled by those warm, puppy dog browns and easy grin. there's a sort of look in his eyes that seems you got suckered into some sort of trap. he enjoys the chase, but he loves the hunt. it's like he's on the search for some mischief. smells like trouble...
you're sure that you were assigned not to be a handler but to be a chew toy. for working dogs. working dogs with limitless energy and unchecked everything that makes your job all that much harder. even more, you had nothing to go off of. it was very much a figure-it-out-yourself type of thing.
gaz was the most eager to "help" you out, so you thought. you really think he just liked to play. you suppose it made sense with him being the youngest out of all them. very puppy-like. and going so long without the proper care for his needs, there's so many bad habits he's picked up. most of that happened to be constantly getting into your personal space.
at first you thought he was geared more towards the patrolling dogs you'd seen coming into the facility. eyes alert, quick to react, and very well disciplined when listening to his superiors. but you were quick to realize that he had some more specific talents.
that's how you found yourself practically caged against the wall. gaz's tail was thumping against one of his legs as his nose was buried in the crook of your neck. you're thought he was merely curious about who you were, where you've been, even entertained the thought of him trying to "mark his territory" from anyone else now that you were officially "his" handler. but something in the way his eyes dilated said otherwise.
"gaz," you try to warn him gently. "a little space."
"mm," he groans out in discontent, buries his nose deeper. "smells good."
you're about to push him off like a misbehaving puppy that's jumped up on a visitor until you feel it. maybe they should've put helping with heat cycles in the job description too among everything else. you try to shift away underneath him but end up rubbing against his growing bulge, which makes him groan and start humping against your leg without shame.
"gaz, we should probably get someone to help you out, no?"
he practically snarls at that. "that's your job, no? want you."
"that's not..." you know your words would fall on deaf ears. "come on. down, gaz."
the moment you manage to separate his nose from your neck he lets out a noise that sounds pained. you pause for a moment and see the furrow between his brows and ears pulled back.
"no," he whines out. he presses his crotch against yours and grinds. you can't help but watch and be mesmerized by the way his mouth drops open and he pants in time with his hip movements. the rotating of his dick pressed against you is starting to stimulate you too. "it hurts. never been like this before. smelled so good that i just-- fuck. please."
god, he sounds pretty when he begs, too. you aren't sure what to do in this situation either. not when your scent somehow sent this poor boy into heat. either this had gone left alone for so long that he just pounced on the opportunity or your scent put him into overdrive. you feel your core throb when gaz lets out a little whimper at the way his cockhead catches between your legs.
it's like he hears it. because instantly he's back on you, taking inhaling your neck and trailing down to the waist of your pants.
"wait-" you cut off with a startled sound when he shoves his nose into the apex of your thighs. and it clicks. his eyes light up when he can smell your growing arousal. a search dog. you've paired yourself with a search dog for your first session. not only that, sent him into a frenzy.
but the sight of him on his knees and eyes rolling back at the heady smell of you strikes something within you. i mean, you have to take responsibility for your actions, right? this is all your fault, right? and it's your job to take care of him just like he said, right?
"want," gaz mumbles against you. he's kissing at you through your pants and his tail thumping against the ground when he feels you twitching against his lips. "want you. can i have? can i? please?"
his speech is cut short from how much he wants it. he's got hands pawing at your belt line and tugging. but he's patient. oh so patient like the good boy he is. except not really as he's tonguing over your core through your pants, soaking you with his spit. he holds you in place while doing his best to drawl out any precum from you and drink up whatever seeps through. the desperate look in his eyes is what does you in. curse those puppy dog eyes.
"okay. gonna take care of you, okay? hold on," you reach out and put a hand on his cheek. he puts his own hand over yours and turns his head to kiss your palm, eyes closed in content. that one moment distracts him enough for you to slide your pants down. they rarely get past your knees before the smell of you hits him and he goes absolutely feral for you.
gaz nips at your fingers and spreads you wide so he can go back and press his face against you. he lets out a pleased grunt when you fall a little into his face from the way he grabs your ass and pulls at you. you aren't sure what happens to your underwear next. either he'd pulled it down so fast or he ripped clean through it because soon you're feeling the wet glide of his tongue against you.
you throw your head back against the wall and moan out the way his tongue swirls up and down. he practically sobs in delight at finally being able to taste you. drinks in any amount of your slick that he tries to urge out of you by wrapping his lips around you and giving you a harsh suck.
"so good," he says in between kisses to your core. "mm, better than i imagined."
"dirty boy," you chide him. fingers rake through his hair and you give him a mean tug. "should give you a shock collar with those words." he whimpers at that and stretches his tongue in an attempt to reach you still as he's pulled back. you hone in on the way he humps your leg. the front of his pants is absolutely soaked. "but you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"promise i'll be good. wanna taste your cum, please."
it's no surprise that he barely listened to you, too focused on your throbbing core in front of him. his nostrils flare at the sight of your sloppy slit, covered in your own cream from him smearing it around. he's impatient, of course he'd be. he throws all caution to the wind and surges forward to suckle and slobber all over your sex.
gaz presses so hard against you that one of your legs hikes over his shoulder and you rest some of your weight on him, nowhere else to go but against his face. you're practically sitting on his tongue as he rolls it over you to taste as much as he can. it feels good. so good. brain gone so fuzzy that you can't even think about anything other than the rough burn of his stache against you as he nuzzles his face deeper against you.
it's kind of disgusting the way he deeply inhales the mess he's making. but true to what he's made for, he's searching. searching for that sweet release more than you are as your hips grind against his mouth.
"give me, come on," he murmurs against you, urging you to just cum already! just give it to him!
he laves at you with quick movements of his tongue and cranes his neck just to draw random shapes into your more sensitive parts. he moans with every swipe of his tongue on you and that leaves you breathless. the way he drags the flat of his tongue against you is an art form.
you're soon to cum in his mouth and have him lap it all up with the way you keep riding his face. or maybe he's pulling to against him, those hands of his cupping your ass so roughly that there's indents alongside your hips from his nails. it doesn't matter either way because how he's going down on you has you twitching in his hold.
"fuck, you really wanted this, hm?" he doesn't reply as he's got a mouthful of you. that sinful tongue is running up and down your slit as he watches your facial expressions change.
"mmm," he moans deliciously, his way of telling you how much he's enjoying this. more than you are.
you can't help but watch the brunette's head bob up and down while his hips frantically thrust against your leg at an even faster pace. it's like his dick has a mind of its own. you're sure it's twitching and achy down there.
just the thought of that is enough to send you over until you're cumming in his mouth. gaz detaches from you so you can leak down onto his awaiting tongue.
"fuck," you breathe out slowly. the sight of him so obediently sitting there without touching himself makes you want to reward him. but a glance down at his cock tells you that cumming in his mouth was reward enough. "poor pup. you cum without being touched?"
he hums quietly, but his tail wagging ever so slightly. "s'okay. got what i wanted. smelled so good. tasted even better. i couldn't help myself."
you scoff at that and he can't help himself but rise back up to get one more taste. your hips jerk from the oversensitivity when you realize one last taste meant he would try to get as much as he can from you.
"wait! down, gaz!" you grab his head, but he nips your thighs in warning. gaz somehow drags you down the wall and onto the floor without much issue. "gaz, let go! bad boy!"
he snickers at the comment, rolling his eyes up to look at you from between your legs. it's like he's mocking you. with the tip of his tongue just barely stimulating you again and sending slight shockwaves of pleasure to tease you. that obedient facade is gone, and the gaz between your legs is one who was searching for something. and now that he's found it, he deserves a reward.
"m'not that much of a dog, y'know," he jeers. "thought you were supposed to be the professional."
you're at an uncomfortable angle, slouched against the wall with both legs thrown over gaz's shoulders as he suctions his mouth onto you once more. he acts like he's starved with the way he tongues at you and lets out pleased groans at how you throb against his mouth.
you wonder if it was all an act before. that all he wanted was to get a sweet taste of you. but he looks so genuinely sated with his lips wrapped around you. you're spread wide open due to the hands pushed against your thighs so he has better access to you. the rough swiping of his tongue up and down and up and down in long stripes has you quivering once more.
fuck, your head is spinning. you curse yourself for giving into this in the first place. what you thought was just a whiny pup turned out to be a conniving man who knew how to play his cards right. and why wouldn't he? trained to search, to find, to track down something at all costs.
the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he'd have to go after a taste of you. and when you cum against him a second time, gaz doesn't let up. you're dripping, coating his lips in this milky sheen that you aren't sure was leftover from before or all new this time. he's obsessed, ears drawn back to take in needy huffs of your core once he's gotten his fill. he pants against you and the hot breaths he lets out in between deep inhales makes you groan out.
you're gritting your teeth and toes curling in your shoes at the overstimulation. his nose keeps giving you that little bit of pleasure that draws out the orgasm for so long. luckily, you don't have to tell him yourself to get off you. he draws back with finality, such a satisfied gleam in your eyes that it pisses you off. he doesn't look guilty in the slightest because he got what he wants. brat.
"i'm serious about the shock collar, you know." your voice is raspy from how out of breath you were.
"aw, come on," he pouts. "you said you'd help take care of me." he doesn't even try to act innocent as he gives you a toothy smile and trails his eyes down your body to where your core is slathered with spit and cum.
"yeah, well. you took care of everything yourself." you wonder if that was included in the fine print of the job description. you weren't even sure if this was. but hey, consider gaz handled.
"you have fun though?" you don't bother to reply. gaz helps you up and gives you a once over before nodding.
"i should punish you for this bad behavior. that nose is gonna get you in trouble." you purse your lips for thinking that the optimal punishment would have been not letting gaz cum for hours, torturing him at the brink of an orgasm until he was whining and begging. but obviously he's cum in his pants. twice, just from sucking you off.
gaz senses your irritation and dons a smug smile before turning over his shoulder. "when you think of a punishment, you know where to find me." as he walks away you spot your underwear tucked into the back of his pocket, hanging like a trophy.
fuck.