"I don't want somebody to love me Just give me sex whenever I want it 'Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure Instant pleasure, instant pleasure."-'Instant Pleasure' Rufus Wainwright -
Desmond was confused when hands gripped his shoulders and quickly turned his chair around. "Hey-" He was even more confused when Shaun planted himself in his lap, a small glare narrowing the Brit's eyes.
Although he found this position highly acceptable, Desmond opened his mouth to tell Shaun to 'Get off', but was promptly shut up by a pair of lips crashing into his own. With a short moan, the novice assassin's hands went to rest on the Brit's hips, moving his mouth against Shaun's.
Shaun groaned, his tongue sliding over Desmond's, both kissing each other hard enough for their teeth to click together. The Brit pulled back, licking his lips and watching as the darker haired man panted lightly; a small smirk rested on Shaun's mouth, his gray-green eyes darkened with lust and amusment at getting revenge on Desmond for always destracting him.
"Bastard." Desmond growls, quickly recapturing the Brit's lips. Shaun groaned into the open mouthed kiss, sliding his body closer to the novice assassin's. Their cloth covered erections rubbed against each other, causing groans to rip out of both of their throats.
Desmond broke his mouth away from Shaun's, placing sloppy kisses on the Brit's throat, marking the passage with sharp nips to the warm skin. Fingers curled in the novice assassin's short hair as Desmond sucked on a rather sensitive spot; Shaun gritted his teeth together, panting and grinding his hips into the other male's.
They moved quickly to the wooden floor, hands touching and fingernails scraping down flushed skin; Shaun unzipped the white jacket the novice constantly wore, spreading his hand flat against the white-shirt covered chest. He hummed in appreciation while Desmond worked on his cream coloured button-up.
Clothes were flung in obscure directions, and when bare skin made contact with bare skin, a synchronization of moans filled the large Animus room. Shaun bit at Desmond's lower lip, licking the flushed skin, liking the way the novice assassin's dark eyes met his. "Fuck me." The Brit commanded lowly, fingers clamping tightly on Desmond's shoulders.
Keeping eye contact with Shaun, the novice assassin slid his fingers into his mouth, slicking the digets with a coating of saliva. The Brit groaned lightly, bracing for the invasion of his person, groaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He's prepped quickly because the novice can't wait; the Brit hisses and tenses as Desmond pushes into him, sheathing fully before pulling out and slamming back in.
"F-fuck!" Neither knew which gasped the profanity, focusing on the erratic rhythm they had started. Shaun's hand wrapped around his leaking sex, pumping in time with Desmond's thrusts, crying to go deeper and harder dammit.
The novice complied full heartedly, groaning loudly at the heat surrounding him. Gasps and groans were muffled as Shaun leaned up to kiss Desmond, sucking on the male's tongue when he hit the historian's 'sweet spot'.
Shaun moaned lowly, toes curling as his orgasm began to unwind in his gut. Gritting his teeth and gasping, his hand moved faster to create more friction around his sex. The historian bit down on Desmond's shoulder to stifle his moan of realease, the pain mixed in with the already large amounts of dopamine, norepinephrine, and phenylethylamine being released in the novice's brain caused a low gutteral cry to escape past Desmond's mouth.
After a few moments, the two men relaxed into a pile of tangled limbs. Desmond hummed happily, nuzzling into the crook of the flushed historian's neck. Shaun's eyes fluttered closed as he let go of a long sigh. "So...what brought this on?"
The Brit turned over onto his side, feeling his ears heat up in embarrassment. He felt arms wrap around his waist. pulling him closer to the novice's warmth. "I was horny and you were sitting there looking stupid." His insult lacked the usual vigor due to the sleep that weighed it down.
Desmond snorted and placed a small kiss on one of the love bites he had left. He felt Shaun's pulse quicken, and he grinned. "Whatever you say, Shaun." -
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