Strange yet Alluring

Warnings: BP, Contro, Fet, Toys, UST, M/M, language

X's POV

 

Creeping into your cubicle

lips curl in a grin

Spy you drooling on some paper work

Formal words contrast with a doodle of Sigma

your Z-saber sticking out of his head

A barely legible cubed three

smeared with sticky saliva



Feet move in stealthy steps to the back of your chair

to poise my fingers behind your ear

an attempt to test my luck in a small prank

but you make it just that, an attempt

as you whirl your chair around and pull me into your lap



‘Damn!’ I cry, my fifth try foiled

‘Heh, when are you gonna learn battle has made me a light sleeper?’

strong fingers plunk onto my head in a monkey shine

‘Aww, quit it!’ I swat at your hand

‘Hey, you started it’ you uncharitably point out with a smile which morphs into a Cheshire grin

‘Or perhaps you’d prefer a different sort of play?’ a naughty lit to your voice

while fingers inch toward a decorative quill in an empty ink jar



Eyes lock onto the bird’s down

mind lamenting and lauding your peculiar fetish for everyday objects

as wispy tendrils of blue draw ever closer to my ear

Entering, oh! they tickle, making me giggle

Swiftly turning to wanton groans and moans

as you slip off my clothes and slide the feathery instrument along naked skin

A blush steals across my face

as my mind snaps back into place

realizing just where we are



‘Zero!’ I say in protest

Only to be answered with a mischievous turn of your lips

‘No worries’

That dangerous glint appears in your eye

‘Even if someone saw no one would say a thing’

A sigh escapes my lips, knowing that you speak the truth

‘You are considered a loose cannon, yet absolutely essential’

Bursting from your lips, a good natured laugh

‘I know, it plays to my advantage’



Quill still in hand

pink tongue slithers out

sharp rose gold is pulled across hard and swift enough to draw red

Gently, you tilt my chin

offering your blood slick tongue

my lips part in surprise

then my throat purrs in pleasure

tasting ambrosia, sweet like the smell of gasoline



‘Warning! Warning!’

the alarm screams

Our kiss breaks

My love shoots me a disappointed glance

as the intercom crackles to life calling our names