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“Come in.” Frater Imperator’s tired voice said from behind the door. You opened the door with a straight face, entering without saying anything and locking the door. The sound made him look up. “There’s no need to- but…hello…” His voice went from surprised to happy so quickly that a smile spread on your face immediately.
You walked over to him, around the desk and he got up from his chair. “I thought I’d come by a little earlier…” You said, taking a good look at him. You hadn’t been in his office for a bit, since you lived together anyways, but for old times sake, you decided to come by today.
“I always appreciate that…I missed that, you know.” He said, with a smile on his face.
“I missed it too. But I had to see my sweet Frater Imperator in his office…see what he was up to…” You got closer to him, kissing him. He answered the kiss, before pulling away and sighing. “I’m sorry. Somehow it got busy again. Kind of reminds me of the early Papa days…” He smiled at his thoughts. You knew what he meant. You used to come by more, the relationship had been more new and there had been a lot of activities between these office walls. You smiled back at him.
“So…what if we bring those back? If you want, that is…” You said, your hands rubbing his shoulders. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you. “You mean…” He began.
You nodded. “Yea…” Your lips met, and this time, no one was pulling away. You both held onto each other in hunger, and your fingers slid through his hair, getting it out of its slicked back style a bit, just how you liked it.
When you came up for breath, you looked at him. “Have I told you how beautiful you look in that Frater Imperator getup?” You told him. He smiled at you appreciatively. “A couple of hundred times…but it doesn’t get boring.”
Your fingers slid over the broche, touching the stones one by one, before undoing the pins that held it to the lapels. You noticed Copia was holding his breath. “Keep that safe.” You murmured, opening the top drawer of his desk and putting the broche in it.
“P-please be careful with this jacket too-” Copia stumbled over his words. You scoffed. “The jacket too? You got it. Best take that off too, then.”
Before he could react, you were sliding it down his arms, which he let you do.
You bent forward and kissed him, finally, a kiss he eagerly answered. You pushed him against his desk, something fell off of it but neither of you cared enough to see what it was.
Your fingers slid up, hooking one under his sparkly black clerical collar. You pulled on it, and it came off, you tossed it to the side carelessly. Your hands creeped under his shirt, and he softly moaned into your mouth. As you smirked, you pulled away. “You are so…” Easily excitable? Kind of pathetic? Needy? You just looked at him and he filled in the blank. “Irresistible?” He offered, grinning.
“Shut up.” You murmured, continuing to kiss him. He was struggling to take off his shirt, until you helped him, throwing that to the side as well.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You said, gesturing at yourself. He stared at you, his hands sliding from your shoulders, over your arms and back up. “You look very…clothed.” He said. You grinned. “Exactly. Why don’t you rid me of that…problem.”
While his fingers fumbled with your buttons, you impatiently waited until the top ones were undone, before pulling it over your head. “That’s better.”
Pressing yourself against him, that sweet first skin to skin contact sending shivers down your spine.
Your nails raked over his back and you felt him return the favor. You loved when he kept his gloves on- but there was something so intimate about an ungloved Copia, and having him all to yourself.
Your lips left his and trailed over his jaw and his neck, and his fingers dug into your skin.
“I know you’ve been feeling…inadequate.” You whispered. He made a frustrated noise. “You’ll never be that to me. In no way. You’re more than enough on every level…” You kissed his neck, slightly biting him while your hands trailed over his body.
“Spiritually…physically…romantically…sexually…” You said, and he shivered, his hands grabbing your head to kiss you more. As his tongue met yours, you pushed your leg between his, which he welcomed eagerly by grinding against you.
“Needy…” You chuckled and you pushed your leg against him, making him softly moan. “I missed that sound so much…you have been way too busy again.” You whispered and his eyes were apologetic. “I’m here now.” He promised, giving you a very smudged smile.
“I know…” You replied, your hand sliding down. “I feel that.” Your hand reached its target. He gasped, and you knew he was seconds from losing it completely…which was good. Your own burning need for him spread through your body faster and faster, and you kissed him again, this time making your way down further and further, getting down on your knees. Copia’s moans and heavy breathing told you how he felt, well, that and the obvious shape in his pants before your eyes. Your fingers trailed along the button, looking up at him with the question in your eyes.
“Please?” He said breathlessly, his eyes on yours. The paint around his eyes was smudged, too. You grinned in reply, hastily undoing his pants and sliding everything down, not even surprised by how hard he already was. You didn’t know him any better, to your great joy.
Your hand wrapped around him and you saw his eyes roll back. “Fuck, you are so easily excitable, I love it.” You saw he grinned, and he leaned against the desk with both his hands next to him grabbing the edge.
Your mouth moved close to him, very close, but you pulled away and he groaned in frustration…already. He lightly thrust his hips forward, and you chuckled. Of course, it had been longer than usual. Which meant you had to play this exactly right.
“I won’t tease you as much as I normally would…you deserve to get your cock sucked. And I can’t fucking wait a single second longer.” You stated, your free hand grabbing his thigh tightly. He sucked in a sharp breath as your hand stroked him a few times before wrapping your lips around him, your tongue welcoming him eagerly. You heard his moans, and his hand was on your head, as you took him further.
It reminded you of old times…you coming into his office, you pleasuring him or he you, the quickies that happened and the lost hours between meetings and after busy days…things had changed, for the better, overall, but there wasn’t as much sex in the office anymore. Well, now that he was Frater Imperator, that would change. The thought of it sent more shockwaves of heat through your body, and you sucked him harder, took him further, and you heard him moan loudly, which warned you that you couldn’t let him finish like that. Not until you had what you wanted.
You decreased the tempo and the depth, and he groaned in frustration, his grip on your head tightening. You pulled back and he made a noise between a whimper and another moan. As you got back up, you quickly slid down your remaining clothing, looking at him defiantly.
“I need you to fuck me.” You simply stated and he looked like he was going off the rails, his eyes full of fire. He quickly pulled open a desk drawer, which came loose from the desk and clattered to the floor, but not before he pulled out a bottle of lube. You grinned. His jaws were clenched as he said “Yeah, same place as always.”
His hand slid between your legs and he kissed you, your tongues moving against each other. He never really cared where your tongue had been just seconds before…which was strangely hot.
As you moaned into his mouth, your need for him burned through you. His hands were on your shoulders then, turning you around roughly, which you very much enjoyed. As he bent you down over the desk, you heard him throw the bottle to a corner of the room, before a sharp sting struck over your ass. You yelped, and his fingers dug into your flesh.
“You want it?” He growled. You nodded and replied with a pathetic ‘Copia please…” , before you felt his fingers exploring you, preparing you for what was to come. You moaned against the desk, your arms swept over the desk, knocking off whatever in their path.
You moved against him and you heard him chuckle. “Are you ready for me? You are, aren’t you? Do you remember how you always came in here just begging to be fucked…” He said, he knew how much that kind of talk turned you on. He would beg for it just as much, you knew that very well, but he was right.
“Yes, well…we haven’t changed…” You replied, trying to glance over your shoulder.
“Nope.” He replied, his lips smacking, and you felt him retreating his fingers and replacing them with his cock, which felt warm and slippery…and hard. You moaned in the knowledge of what was to come, as he entered you slowly. He made a hissing sound and you held your breath, until he was fully in you, breathing heavily. You were panting, and encouraging him by moving back against him. He started moving, first thrusting shallowly, but the louder the both of you got, the harder he went. It slammed your body against the desk, not that you cared. You were lost around him in the best way possible.
“I fucking love you-” You said, your voice trembling, the pain from the edge of the desk numbed by the pleasure.
“I love fucking you” He replied and you heard the wicked grin in his voice as you let out a laugh interrupted by a moan. “Aren’t you funny”, you managed to say, your knuckles white from grasping the desk during some particularly hard thrusts. He growled behind you.
“I love you too” he said, sounding like he was grinding his teeth, his nails digging into you as he fucked you hard now. You couldn’t stop making sounds, everything ranging from moans to whimpers to small screams on deep thrusts. You knew you both wouldn’t last very long- which was perfectly fine, and you heard that familiar way of breathing he got when he was close. His hand traveled up your back and wrapped around your neck, pulling you up more, and you supported yourself on your elbows, so that he could lightly squeeze your throat.
“Fuck yes-” You moaned, letting him know you agreed with- well, everything happening at this moment. He squeezed harder, and he pounded into you like a mad man.
“I’m so fucking close-” He hissed, and you tried saying you were too, but words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. You would bruise, you would feel sore, but it would be so worth it. He let go of your throat suddenly, almost slamming you into the desk, as you caught yourself and trembled violently. He was possessed by pounding into you, the pleasure reaching a fever pitch as you came undone- it tore through you, making you moan loudly and gasp for air, which seemed to be a catalyst for his own undoing, and you felt him fill you up.
He gasped, and you pressed yourself against him, wanting to keep him inside. His hot seed dripped out of you as he slightly retreated, making the both of you let out final moans.
You felt he quickly pressed something against you- a cloth? You couldn’t see what it was. He gently grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up carefully, turning you around to lean against the desk, cleaning you a little with the cloth. You were dazed, panting and grinning at him lazily. He grinned back, and you suddenly noticed it was your shirt he was using. He saw you looking.
“Uh- sorry, it was closest-” He apologized, but he looked so incredible and sweaty with that smudged-beyond-repair makeup and wild hair that he could’ve said anything and you wouldn’t have noticed. You opened your arms, and he answered by wrapping his around you. You stood there for a bit, just holding each other, before shivering slightly.
“We should probably get dressed…” He said, looking at you apologetically. You got into your underwear, handing him his, and his pants. He handed you his shirt. “Here, yours is…uh, compromised.” You laughed, putting it on. “And what will you wear?”
He held up his jacket. “This!” He put the jacket on over his bare upper body, closing the singular button in the front.
“Aren’t you happy you live where you work?” You chuckled, and he laughed in reply to that, balling up your shirt in his fist, quickly assessing the damage he did to the poor desk drawer.
“Of course I am. I’ll take the collateral damage any day.” He said, putting the drawer on top of the desk, while you picked up the items you had swept off. He took a look at the whole and shook his head. “That’s a problem for future Frater Imperator.”
You were glad no one saw the two of you on the way to his living space, you in his shirt and he in a jacket without anything underneath, his makeup smudged so badly it was barely existing. You noticed he was missing his broche too, but, he said, it was safe where it was and he wasn’t going back for it.
Once inside, he took off his jacket, making you chuckle. “You look like you just got ruined.” He came towards you, smiling. “Something like it. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You pulled your fingers through his hair and kissed him, happy things were different nowadays, and yet the same in all the right ways.