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Max grumbled softly and awoke to the loud beeping of the alarm clock. He pulled the covers over his head and snuggled up close to his husband, who was still trying to blink himself awake. The white-haired male squeezed his eyes shut as a half-hearted attempt to block out the noise from his thoughts. When it became too much, though, he shot up and growled, "Will you turn that off, Sam!"
"Relax, Max, I'll do it in a minute.."
"But Sam! It's driving me nuts and I don't wanna get up! It's too farrr.." He whined, which caused the larger male to chuckle and reach over to shut off the ear wrenching noise.
"You crack me up, Lil' Buddy." Sam ruffled his brown hair, stretching his sore limbs and climbing out of bed as Max lay himself back down into the sheets. Max took up Sam's former spot, sighing softly at the comforting warmth compared to his much naturally colder side.
"Come on, Max, we have to get ready for work. What if the commissioner calls and we aren't ready?"
"He hasn't called us for a job in two days, Max, I mean Sam." He mumbled into the pillows, taking in a whiff of the lingering smell of men's shampoo left behind. Sam faltered slightly thinking about them going out of business, but kept himself steady.
"At least get ready just in case." Max protested before hopping out of the bed and rummaging around in the closet for a simple white button up dress shirt and white cropped slacks. After grabbing a random pair of crew socks and his brown dress shoes, he got to work on dressing himself. Sam did the same, wearing his signature grey tux and striped tie.
When Sam turned around he found Max adjusting his white gloves and checking the belt wrapped around his thin waist. Max looked up and beamed with those unnaturally sharp, white teeth of his, causing his companion to flash him a smile of his own.
"Come on Max, let's go to the office."
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"Ughhhhhh Sammmm, I'm bored-" Max whined, leaning back at the school desk he was provided with for work. He didn't mind it, he was small enough and didn't need all of the space anyway. Sam chuckled while typing away at his computer, on god knows what he was on. The shorter of the two rolled his eyes and picked up a stray sheet of paper on the desk, folding it into a little triangle and sending it flying in Sam's direction.
When it missed, Max groaned and made another one. This time it hit his husband's shoulder, which caused the other male to look in Max's direction.
"Sam, pay attention to me, will you? We have no stupid work to do, I just wanna go back to sleep."
"Max, we have a job, so slacking off won't do us any good."
"We've practically been slacking off for the past two days, I mean, the commissioner hasn't even called us. Meaning there nothing for us to do, and what do we do when we have nothing to do? Nothing."
"Thanks for making my brain hurt, Max."
"You're welcome, Sam." He grinned and slipped out of the desk chair, power walking over to his partner. He wrapped his arms around the taller male, resting his chin on Sam's shoulder. Sam didn't mind this, especially after hearing what Max had said earlier. He was right, which was a rare occurrence when considering Max.
"C'mon, Sam. Let's just unwind a little." He said, fiddling with the striped tie around the brunette's neck, loosening it just the slightest bit. Sam could already feel the beads of sweat accumulating at his neck and forehead, feeling the grin appearing on Max's face behind his back, knowing full well what Max was after.
He had been a little stressed lately, and it had been a long time since they had last had the time to do something like this. He was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't realised the smaller male had climbed into his lap, holding the tie in his left hand.
A sloppy kiss was planted onto Sam's lips, to which he kissed back to. He let out a grunt of approval, biting down on Max's lower lip teasingly, giving small suckles. The albino giggled at the feeling, slipping his white, silk, liner gloves off and placing them onto the desk. The same hands made their way into the soft whiskey hair he loved to nuzzle his head in at night.
Max was very suddenly picked up and sprawled across the large, worn, desk. Sam dipped his head down and gave a few gentle bites to the tender flesh on the fair-haired male's skinny neck. Said male tilted his head back to grant more access to his husband, letting him suckle and mark him as his own.
"Gee, Sam you never get bad at this, huh?"
"I've had practise." He grinned against the skin, feeling the vibration of his lover's laughter. His hands snaked down to unbuckle the belt looped around the albino's waist, slipping it out of the belt loops and tossing it aside.
"Be quiet this time. We got complaints a few months back, remember?"
"Ah, who cares about those stupid complaints. What are they gonna do? Kick us out?"
"Yes, Max, they will."
"Oh." Sam chuckled, continuing to paw Max's thighs, messaging them gently as he got to work on unbuckling his own belt. The fly to Max's slacks was pulled down, along with the pants themselves. Only left in his boxers, he could feel the heat trailing down to his grion, and Sam took notice of this.
"Why do I let you pull me into these things, Max?"
"Cause' you love me and I'm adorable so that means you'll do anything I want for me."
"I can't argue with that." Sam laughed softly before he was interrupted, "Now hurry it up, will you? I've been waiting wayyyy too long for this and I'm too horny for chit-chat. Boy, did it get hotter in here?" The brunette rolled his eyes, unbuttoning Max's dress shirt.
Before they could go any further, Sam wandered off into the bedroom. Max was about to whine before he realised the bottle in his lover's grasp. His smile went back to excited and he nearly bounced in his spot.
"God, you're cute. Can't wait til' I ram you, huh?" Max shook his head to a no, eying the bottle of lube. He pulled down both he and Max's boxers, slathering the lube over himself while he stroked his length, pushing one lubed finger into his partner.
Max squealed in delight, especially when the second finger was added. Sam was gentle with him as always, being the man he was. He pumped the fingers in a fluid motion, hovering over the smaller man. He dipped his head again, this time biting Max's neck with a little more force, knowing how masochistic his lover could be at times.
A third finger was added, and Sam could swear the noises he was hearing from his husband was a godsend. The little squeals and moans, hisses and groans. Heaven. It was almost enough to send him toppling over the edge, but he quickly stopped, a panting and writhing Max beneath him.
"Are you ready, Max?" He asked quietly, inching closer to the smaller's entrance.
"Go ahead, S-sam." Max stuttered little, mostly due to the stimulation. This made the larger of the two bite his lip, refraining himself from completely and utterly breaking his husband right then and there.
Slowly, he pushed himself inside, a loud groan emitting from Max's pink lips. A groan of his own from the tightness he was experiencing. He began thrusting, softly at first, but got harder and deeper with each rock of his body. Max spread his legs further to grant more access to the large male above him.
Sam stood up straight, gripping onto the scrawny albino's hips. Said albino's face was flushed red, which clashed with his pale skin tone. Sam thought it was beautiful, thought Max was beautiful. Hell, there was no denying that he was, no arguments.
Sam thrust particularly hard into his small companion, making the boy below him tense up and arch his back. The brunette knew he had hit a sweet spot, making sure to hit it over and over again.
Max felt hot, sticky tears rolling down his face, giving out small sputters and gasps. Normally, Sam would have stopped to see if Max was okay, but right now? He was too caught up in relieving all of the pent up secual tension that piled over the months of teasing and no intercourse. This felt way too good to stop now. So close too..
Max let out a strangled cry, releasing himself as white ribbons covered his stomach, almost blending into the pale flesh. Max might have been done, but Sam sure as hell wasn't. With his right hand, he tugged at Max's hair. The albino yelped, but seemed almost too pleased with this action.
Sam took notice of this, smirking and tugging harder at those beautiful, soft, white locks of hair. He rocked his hips harder now, the desk creaking and threatening to tumble under all of the pressure and movement.
Soon enough he released, spilling himself inside of his lover with a loud groan. He gave a few more shallow thrusts before finally pulling out, the white liquid spilling all over his desk. He could care less right now, he was too busy coming off of the bliss that came after the intercourse.
"Gee, Sam, did you have to go so hard on me?" He pouted those pretty pink lips of his.
"Oh. Sorry, Max, I got a little carried away." He whined, ducking his head.
"Oh, Sam, I'm just kidding with you, that was the best fuck of my life."
"Language."
"Sorry Max, I mean Sam." Sam chuckled and carried his husband off to the bedroom to lay themselves down. Soon enough, both men fell asleep. I'll deal with the mess later, Sam thought.
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Bring, Bring, Bring!
The commissioner set the phone down again and redialed, obviously frustrated.
"What is taking those damn men so long to pick up?"
