I'm late. Again.
It wasn't really serious, not like there was a specific schedule to respect. But Twisted Fate was late to what he planned to do. Which in that case was to go bother Graves at school then they would go back to his place for the evening. Sweet planning.
A master to time travel and yet he managed to arrive later than what he wanted. Maybe because it was too easy just to run between places so he took it lightly. Though Twisted Fate had to make some preparation this time before joining his partner.
All he needed was to find the right place, at the right time. Made greatly easier now that he had a temporal anchor with Graves, to find him right away. Never really far~
Now that he was ready, Twisted Fate used one of his portals and joined the man he seeked. At his desk, like he often did on some days when there was still some work better to be done here. Deeply he knew Graves stayed sometimes waiting for him. Walking back home alone wasn't so fun, even if Twisted Fate payed a visit in late evening.
So here he was, in this classroom he started to know as his visits followed, walking up to Graves finishing some work. Didn't know what exactly, maybe taking notes for following classes. Without a doubt he heard Twisted Fate – and that strange noise produced by the portal – but he didn't look up, focusing on his work. Sitting at his desk, looking serious and a little grumpy, not a single reaction to the visitor. He's ignoring me. Fine.
It wouldn't be the first occasion, they learned how to give each other a hard time. Still made Twisted Fate slightly upset not to be greeted and/or coaxed closer. He didn't come all the way just to sit here watch Graves work in silence. There was more urgent than this. Good thing he knew how to make himself heard, sure to get the latter's attention.
Light steps as he reached Graves's level and no reaction : « Do you know it's pretty rude to ignore someone ? » Leaned closer, a hand resting on the man's shoulder.
« I'm busy. » Quick answer, a semblance of anger.
Oh, he can talk.
« Please, we both know you're finding a reason to stay later at school. Just to wait for me… » Sweet whisper, playing with him but it was the truth.
« I'm not. Shut up. » Still hadn't looked up from his work but now he wasn't writing anymore.
« Is that the sort of things to say to your dearest partner ? Not going to admit that you missed me ? »
Then he came even closer, a hand travelling down Graves body till he could feel him up. And this time he earned a reaction, sharp intake of breath as he palmed the latter's crotch, trying to get him in the mood, render him as needy as himself was.
That was the real magic here : Graves didn't even stop him. He just relaxed against the chair, a deep sigh as reaction for the contact. All that Twisted Fate wanted, a proof he wasn't the only one glad to be back. And how praising it was, to feel him grow hard under his touch. So he kept his hand right there, stroking through the fabric as long as he was allowed.
Here it came, a soft blush coloring Graves's ears. Too tempting, he leaned and nibbled at it shortly.
Pushed away as quick, the latter turning to glare at Twisted Fate.
« The fuck you're doing ? Get off ! »
« I would love to. Don't be an ass, I just want us to enjoy this. »
Since he had been forced to stay back, Twisted Fate still managed to stay around the latter, half sitting on the desk. Couldn't properly sit on it for a certain reason but he grabbed Graves by the back of his head and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Here we go…
Not more struggling, the man let him do, even reciprocating the attention. It turned biting, angry, a need to dominate this despite the joy to be reunited.
Guess he had a rough day. This would explain this behavior though Twisted Fate was already used to this. It would be a good occasion to help the latter unwind. At last he made it to Graves's lap, staying there as distance was reduced. Looked like the other wouldn't take his hands off him, pulling him to his body with a hint of aggressiveness. It was when a hand grabbed his rear that Twisted Fate outright moaned, clinging suddenly to him. Oh. In a certain second of reason, he took his hat aside, far enough on the desk.
« I guess you changed your mind about us fucking here. Wanna get started ? » Already breathless, smirk over his face as he returned his focus on Graves's cock. So glad to feel him hard and ready to give.
« On my rules. » Grumbled low next to Twisted Fate's ear.
If that wasn't a turn on, he would be damned. In one second, Graves stood and at the occasion made the other man move too, anticipation thrumming in his veins. Little did he know about what was going exactly to happen but Twisted Fate trusted him enough to allow the surprise.
The chair was put aside and just as quick he was held down, bent over the desk. So this is how it's gonna be… Couldn't keep that small groan for being handled a bit roughly, there was no harm. Graves was just behind, a hand firmly to his back with the intention to keep him right there. The other one went to knead Twisted Fate's rear, under the cape.
« Take this off. I can't do shit if you're still dressed. »
« Oh you just needed to ask. » A purr, glad to get this moving at last. It would be scary to feel the latter behind him but there was no threat. Just a man so turned on.
Some figdeting with his gear then it dematerialized to leave free access to skin. Just left him with boots and gloves but there was no need for anything. In the first times it always bugged Graves to see that kind of technology – from another universe – and he couldn't really understand how it worked. This was really funny from Twisted Fate's point of view, to be a mystery and still have some tricks to impress the man.
Anyway he didn't move from this position, it was too arousing to have his back to the latter. Hands settled on his hips, warm, comforting. Just enough to make him shiver. Then it trailed lower, to what both wanted. Graves was taking his time though, appreciating the contact, flesh offered to him. Soon.
Then the latter noticed. Twisted Fate did feel proud of himself for that, for the soft gasp heard behind when his partner saw it. A buttplug, kept in place all this time and not once he betrayed himself.
« See why you were late… » Barely muttered under his breath, without a doubt flustered as he pulled the toy out.
A whimper still went out, for the light stimulation given : « Ha ! So you really were waiting for me. How sweet— »
Here came payback, two fingers pushed inside without warning for the simple satisfaction of shutting him up. Graves knew how to find temporary silence. And gave no rest to Twisted Fate, scissoring inside, searching for his spot to make him cry out. The work had already been done, he was loose enough but if the latter wanted to keep going, he would. Nothing to worry about. But Twisted Fate knew that beyond a certain point, he would have no reason left to stay quiet, begging to be taken.
It was difficult before to seem unbothered, as he joined Graves. A lot of need hidden. But now it could be unleashed, fire under his skin. He turned his face to a side, trying to get a look at the latter. Unfair… Graves looked almost calm, maybe a light red to his cheeks but nothing as close to the other's desperation, gripping the desk.
« Fuck me… ? »
His own cock was leaking a little, clear precum trailing while he rocked back on these fingers. For a short time Graves met his gaze, so serious and returned to his task without a reaction. This was driving Twisted Fate crazy. The latter was still completely dressed, just his tie unfasted but in comparison it was ridiculous how himself was exposed. The desk as unique support.
This was Twisted Fate's own doing, he asked for this but always it brought him so low, vulnerable. His legs were trembling, tiny noises stuck in his throat as he was worked from the inside. Unforgiving, rough, he loved it and seeked that.
The limit was too close. He refused to come like this, without any chance to feel Graves. So he broke.
« Please… » Face resting against the desk, he practically sobbed.
« Since you asked so nicely. »
Short answer. Twisted Fate registered it, as much as the unbuckling noise, just behind. That warmth in his chest made a loop, so so ready for this. A pause then indeed Graves closer, hard cock pushing against his rim. It was still slightly uncomfortable at first, maybe a little too dry but Twisted Fate took it. The flinch came on the end, once the latter bottomed out and ram back inside faster.
As soon, it reached that spot and sent him moaning loud his pleasure.
« Fuck, Malcolm— ! »
« Must feel good if you're already screaming. » Oh Graves was smug about it, grabbing the other man so he wouldn't go away. Bastard !
« Of c-course—Ah ! Gods, don't stop… » A little too high but he really couldn't help that.
Clinging to the desk, surely leaving a few dents in it, Twisted Fate felt about to cry. Each thrust shook him, the hard edge of the desk against him. And Graves was going with all he could, slamming back in burning heat like he was meant to fit there. Something close to heaven. His hands gripped his partner's hips tight, future bruises that would never last long.
« Ya like that, huh ? Bent over my desk in a fucking school ? » There came some impact on Graves, breath coming shorter and thrusts more erratic. « You even prepared yourself just so we could do it here. »
It was true, all of it. Twisted Fate was too helpless to even form a correct sentence, trying to look behind and meet the man's eyes again. That would be his answer.
For a second, a softer turn was visible on Graves's face. Gone as quick but he did lean closer, chest pressed to the latter's back as he braced himself for the end.
All Twisted Fate felt was a sloppy kiss to his cheek, fabric against his back and a cock hitting that tender spot. All it took to come untouched, jerking into thin air as the tension grew unbearable. He let go and everything felt good.
Almost missed that sudden warmth invading his insides, how Graves clung to him with a lot of strenght while he climaxed. Overall silence was broken just by these cry of ecstasy, breathing uneven.
He didn't move at all from this yet tiring position, even when Graves pulled out. Then Twisted Fate whimpered lowly, when he felt something cold pressed inside him. What he understood to be the buttplug. Oh, okay.
« There you go…Will make the return back home maybe easier. »
He took some pride in hearing Graves so calm, relaxed. At least he did something good today and the latter would feel more agreable to let him sleep home.
It ached everywhere in his body but Twisted Fate had to move. Rested against the desk then sat despite the jolt given. Here came Graves, taking him in a bear hug, best thing after sex.
« Erm Malcolm. We'll have to clean up the mess. »
Short groan answering this, exhausted. At least they had plenty of time left.