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Leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, Tamsy lets a brush take through his long bundles of hair. Each chunk of blond carefully mixed with the blue peekaboo of his hair creating a beautiful display that Corvus loves to see.
“I believe Semiu is catching on.” Tamsy’s eyes shift, catching the light. “Or she has already caught on, and is staying intelligently quiet.”
Sitting in bed, expression unchanging, Corvus nods. Then, after what feels like a few eternities, he smiles. “You think?” He asks smoothly, looking up at Tamsy.
The bed shifts as he stands up from it, walking towards the blond being illuminated by the light of his bathroom. “Semiu is the type to stay quiet until it matters.” Corvus says, tone sounding like he was in the middle of a day dream.
Corvus walks past Tamsy, looking at himself in the mirror once more before washing his hands. Ridding himself of his crimes he committed with the other man in the room. Tamsy’s eyes flicker, watching as Corvus’ fingers scratch into his palm.
Tamsy walks behind him, putting the brush on the counter and slinking his arms around the slim waist of his boss. “Let’s go to bed.” He smoothly suggests. “Today tired me out.”
Grey eyes went downward, head twisting just a little over the shoulder. Tamsy was just a bit too short to have his chin resting on the boss’ shoulder, so he instead pushed his nose against the skin of his deltoid. Pouty lips ghosted his dark skin, promising nothing.
There was no undoing what these men have been doing for the past two months. What’s done was done, it should’ve been a one time thing, Corvus kept pushing and pushing. Telling himself “one last time.” Yet, he couldn’t tear himself apart from the shaking of a body he had given unreciprocated love.
By the time Arkha had turned off the faucet, Tamsy had unraveled his hands from around his waist and gotten a towel. He wrapped Arkha’s hands in the towel, drying them. “I don’t like when your hands are wet in bed.” Tamsy comments, putting a little more umph when drying. “They’re cold.”
Corvus hums, chest warm. “I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”
When Tamsy finishes drying his boss’ hands, he watches him leave back into the bedroom. Tamsy stays in the bathroom, fixing things and putting them back in their place. Arkha digs around for his bonnet, it had gotten thrown around in the events that transpired not too long ago.
Why was Tamsy even about to get in bed with Corvus? Because this is right after the laundry incident.
Corvus entered Tamsy’s room, leaning over til his mouth was over his cleaner’s ear. His gloved fingers coaxed the blond awake. When Tamsy woke up, he sleepily gave an answer as to why he took Corvus’ boxers, “Couldn’t see, honest mistake.”
Standing back up, Corvus felt a tug on his wrist. Tamsy was looking at him with half lidded eyes. “You come in here just to wake me up? How rude.” He declares, no real malice in his voice.
Gaze softening, Arkha moves his hand to be on top of Tamsy’s. “Come spend the night with me.” He suggested, yet something about it felt more like a command. “We’re both tired, aren’t we?”
How badly Corvus wishes to bend down, scooping Tamsy in his arms and kissing that face of his while walking to his room. He couldn’t, it wasn’t the right time. Nor did Corvus believe it would ever be the time for it.
The men headed to Corvus’ bedroom in separate intervals. He wasn’t at all concerned about Shikage knowing, that one also knew when to keep their mouth shut.
As Arkha Corvus descended that hallway to his bedroom alone, his mind began wondering. For these past two months, he’s slowly been letting himself slip. Love, the idea of it varies from person to person so vastly that one hundred definitions of it could never satisfy even the master of languages.
Corvus thought of himself as a knowledgeable man, maybe even too much. Yet, here he traverses, his steps heavy with wondering why he loves something he knows will one day hurt him.
Love, is the man laying down in bed next to him. The way his hair is splayed out makes for a sinful mural painted across the blankets that surround them. Arkha feels stressed yet comforted whenever he looks at Tamsy, a whirlwind of emotion painted in a hue that specifically made life tint its color in the color of someone’s dull eyes.
A dusty gold outlined with an unknown emotion, it spun unfamiliar yet not unwelcomed feelings in its wake.
“Tamsy, you should sleep.” Corvus said, fingers brushing the blond’s cheekbones.
Taking the fingers close to his face, Tamsy pressed his lips against them. He wasn’t kissing them, just letting his lips meet them for a polite greeting. “You too, we’ve had a long day.” His eyes creased by his cheek resting against the pillow. “We’re busy people.”
“Unfortunately.” Arkha added, his arm wrapping around Tamsy’s head and bringing it under his chin.
Reaching up, Tamsy let the pads of his fingers brush against Arkha’s chin. “Your stubble is coming in. You should shave soon.” He remarked, yet there was no real ask for it in his tone.
Arkha responded with a hum. His other arm snaked under Tamsy’s head, bicep cushioning it. “Comfortable?” He asked.
Tamsy nodded.
Tamsy was telling the truth.
That was a very much non-common occurrence for the Spherite. Lies felt like second nature, an instinct. Lying was a way to survive for Tamsy, so now why was he finding himself being released from such a habit. He wanted it back.
He couldn’t do it now, not in front of the man who could give him everything he wanted and needed. Corvus was able to detect chance in a person within a split second, this man was a master at reading people whether or not they made it obvious.
Tamsy allowed himself to be comforted in this moment, leaning his head further into the crevice of Crovus’ neck. If anything, he knew he was safe here, in this position. Strong arms were wrapped around him, keeping him close. He felt the abs on his body untense, he wasn’t aware they could do that.
Stretching his back into an arch, his body subtly shook. Arkha grabbed more of the blanket they shared and brought it up to Tamsy’s chin. Nails well taken care of and not recently bitten traveled to the back of the blond’s head, scratching lightly at his scalp.
Tamsy hadn’t closed his eyes, he was allowing himself to soak of this moment of uncomfortable vulnerability. He should’ve never ended up like this, he should’ve pushed Arkha away after that first encounter. Tamsy knew his boss would’ve gone along with it as well. Sure Arkha had a crush on him, but he’s a reasonable man and would’ve pushed it down and gotten over it eventually.
Yet, here they are. Tamsy fed into the silly crush, let himself be ravished and praised by a man that knew better.
Corvus was a man able to restrain himself, but lately his reigns have been loosened. Kissing on the lips, he wasn’t ready for yet, but anywhere above the eyes seemed alright for him, to some degree. That’s what he did, he leaned down and brushed some light strands from Tamsy’s face. His lips pressed against the skin.
Tamsy’s fingers gripped his pajama pants, his eyes felt moist.
“Sleep, we deserve it.” Corvus said. He sounded soft, content in the moment.
Why would he be content? Tamsy questioned this notion in his mind. This wasn’t supposed to be reality, neither of them were truly happy with the other, right?
None of this was normal. Emotions unfamiliar yet not unwelcome simmered within Tamsy’s chest. This was not the reality he was meant to reside in. The Ground was a paradise, an escape away from the reality of The Sphere and the burden it brought him by being born there.
“Tamsy.” Arkha spoke, voice a whisper yet it didn’t feel like it. “I’m not sure what’s on your mind..” His fingers softly carded through Tamsy’s hair, soothing its restless rustling. “But leave it at the door, there’s no worries when you’re in the same room as me.”
Letting his nose be buried in light gold hair, Arkha continued. “I’m the boss, I’m your boss. Your wellbeing is my top priority. So let it be that.” It sounded more like he was making sure he himself understood these words as well. Like he was trying to ground himself.
Tamsy didn’t say anything, he just nudged his head further into Arkha’s chest. Feeling the soft flutter of eyelashes against his chest, Arkha exhaled through his nose and let himself relax as well.
Two vulnerable people like them were never meant to find each other, be together. But if that were true, how would there be so much love in the world today?
——
Every single night, Arkha Corvus makes sure to draw his curtains on his windows. Last night, he forgot to do it. Mostly because a certain blond specimen had invaded his bedroom with permission from the owner of it, but the curtains were not drawn last night.
Tamsy had his back to the window, the sun not hitting his eyes. Meanwhile, Corvus was facing the window, so when it began shining through the glass, it very politely woke him up. He didn’t move, he wanted to savor this moment of comfort and silence that him and Tamsy rarely got to share. Every interaction they had felt rushed and times like these passed without ceremony.
Corvus kept his eyes closed, letting his nose inhale the flowery fresh scent of Tamsy’s hair. CorvusM bonnet had fallen off somewhere through the night, it was his own fault, he didn’t tie it securely enough. It didn’t matter to him though, what did matter to him was how badly he wanted to stay like this forever, breathing in deeply the scent of love and all its meaning.
THWACK! damn it..!
His eyes flew open. Though his cleaner was more than capable of defending himself, Arkha still held him closer. The sound came like it came from the window, like something hit it. Perhaps it was a bird, that’s what Corvus was wondering, but birds don’t talk the last time he checked.
Well..
Tamsy began stirring, his lashes fluttering against Corvus’ chest and fingers twitching at his back. He wanted Tamsy to sleep longer, longer than him. A while back Corvus had this dream, that Tamsy was able to stay in bed after he had gotten up. His day continued as normal, but instead of going back to his room at HQ, he went to an actual home.
At this dream home was Tamsy, who was safe. He looked happy to see Corvus, asking him about his day. Tamsy in the dream asked Corvus when he could return to HQ, and that’s when he woke up. This dream hasn’t returned for a while.
THWACK! man! these windows are…
Someone was throwing rocks at the window. It was probably some punk that hasn’t had their request filled yet and was getting fed up with the trash beast in their area. It was a valid reason to be upset, but Corvus wasn’t awake enough yet to want to deal with this.
Sighing, Corvus sat up. He looked down at Tamsy, resting his head on his palm. Arkha let his fingers flex, feeling the soft skin of the man below him. He wanted to reach out, caress his head and——
CRASH! finally!
The rock crashed through the window, hitting Tamsy right in the back of the head. It was a thick and heavy sound, Tamsy letting out a noise as both of his hands flew to the back of his head to hold it.
“What the hell?!” He croaked out, mind still processing his very rude awakening.
Corvus got out of bed, walking to the window with heavy feet. He was careful not to touch the broken glass, but he didn’t feel like it would’ve mattered if he did or not at that moment. When he focused his eyes, he realized it was Remlin who was was throwing the rocks at the window.
When the kid’s eyes met Corvus, they twitched. “Wait.. why are you in Rudo’s room?”
Corvus grit his teeth. “Kiddo, this isn’t Rudo’s room.”
Remlin screamed and put their hands on their head, legs jumping them high off of the ground. “Are you kidding?! You’re joking! Oh no! Nonono!” Looking back up at Corvus, Remlin put their hands in a praying position. “At least no one got hurt, right?”
Turning his head back inside, Corvus took a glance at Tamsy. He was now sitting up, eyes narrowed at the window. He wasn’t holding his head, arms resting as that scowl on his lips twitched.
Corvus turned his head back outside the window. “You did hurt someone, Remlin.” He spoke with a firm voice.
Remlin gasped, then their eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, why is someone else in your bedroom? Do you have a roommate?”
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Corvus’ eyes twitched a little wider as Tamsy nudged himself into Remlin’s view. “Not quite.” Tamsy answered, dull golden eyes flickering between Remlin and Corvus.
Wrapping and arm around Tamsy’s waist, Corvus moved him out of the way of the window. Also because there were glass shards on the floor and Tamsy was barefoot. “You should apologise, Remlin.” Scanning around the outside, Corvus’ eyebrows furrow. “Where is Ridd?”
Remlin suddenly turns sheepish. “Uh, he's.. He’s absolutely not waiting near the entrance because I told him I’d only be a minute!” They say at a rapid speed, tongue tripping itself over on their sharp canines.
Corvus hums as a response, looking down at the floor. There were glass shards and Tamsy was standing off to the side with his arms crossed. His head must be reeling, thats what Corvus thought anyway. Turning back to Remlin, he motions behind him with his thumb. “Please go tell Ridd what you did, then you’ll come to my office to apologise to Tamsy.”
A whine breaks out of Remlin’s throat as they drag themselves to the front of HQ. Corvus steps over the shards of in Tamsy’s directions. His hands instantly raise to ghost over Tamsy’s head, his fingers lightly caressing the hair in the back. “Does it still hurt?” He asks, head tilted.
Tamsy decides he cant milk this. Corvus had that moving eye tattoo at the back of his head, so it would make sense for it to hurt like hell if he gets hit in the back of the head. Tamsy takes one of Corvus’ hands in a similar gesture to last night, moving it to caress his cheek. “It’s throbbing..”
Eyes softening, Corvus steps closer to Tamsy. He leads him back to the bed and settles him down onto it. “Lay back down, you shouldn’t move around too much or too quickly, understand?”
Tamsy nods, watching Arkha mumble something about a brew he likes that specifically helps with headaches. His head did hurt a little bit, but it wasn’t something he couldn’t handle, hes been through worse. Tamsy runs his fingers through his hair, nails gently massaging his scalp in the way someone else used to.
—
He swears he didn’t close his eyes, yet he jolts up to Corvus setting a cup of coffee down on the nightstand. “Did I scare you awake?” He sits down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping from his weight. “Apologies.”
Corvus’ fingers take Tamsy’s handle, unraveling them from his hair and bringing them to his lips. He kisses the knuckle of them and lets his thumb comfort them. His eyes look gentle, caring, loving. It's going to drive Tamsy insane, this charade. At times he finds himself falling way too deep into the role, his heart even mimics a beating sound sometimes.
Tamsy’s eyes traveled to the cup of coffee left on the nightstand. He didn’t know why it was coffee, his eyes flickered back up to Corvus. “I appreciate the gesture” He said, not regarding his apology much, “But why coffee?”
Seeming a bit flustered at the question, Corvus smiled and dropped Tamsy’s hand. He frowned. Corvus caressed the back of his neck while looking at the cup in question. “Well, it helps me when I have a headache.” He looked back at Tamsy. “So I assume it will do the same for you.”
Corvus grabbed the cup and saucer, bringing it closer to Tamsy. He nudged it a bit, looking at the blond with gentle eyes that made his skin burn. Taking the cup, Tamsy brought it to his lips. It was hot, just hot enough not to burn him immediately. It was smooth, just sweet enough to make his face sour and it felt nice going down his empty stomach.
Tamsy kept holding the cup and saucer in his hands, looking up to Corvus without moving his head. “It’s quite nice. But boss, I believe the reason the coffee helps your headache is because you’re addicted to it.”
“Huh?”
Swirling it around in the cup, Tamsy nodded to himself. “Yes, this is quite the strong blend.”
“You know your coffees quite well then!” Corvus said, his hand twitched. He wanted to touch some part of Tamsy, but seemed to decide it was better to wait. “I have an invitation for you, Tamsy” He paused, folding his hand in his lap. “When you’re feeling better, of course.”
Tamsy raised his head, taking another sip of coffee.
Eyes becoming more serious, more dull, “I plan on taking Amo out later this week, once August has finished her uniform.”
Tamsy raised an eyebrow, “She’s joining the cleaners?”
Nodding, Corvus continued. “She is indeed. I wanted to take her out as a celebration. Not just the one we’ll have at HQ, but that girl has been through a lot.”
Arkha’s voice all of a sudden got a lot more sullen, lids closing halfway as the grey of his eyes focused on the man wrapped in gold sitting in his bed. “Have you heard of what happened to her?”
Tamsy’s face stayed disinterested, his brows furrowing a bit. “I was there when she told all of us about her Mister. Disgusting creatures in this world, truly.”
Corvus shook his head. “Not that, what happened to her when she got captured by that woman.”
Eyes focused on the coffee, Tamsy swirled it around once more. His head tilted to the side. “Oh that! Yes, I was informed of what happened to her there as well. That girl can just not catch a break.”
The men sat in silence for a moment, Corvus’ eyes raked over Tamsy. Once, twice, thrice.
He stood up, walking towards the door. “I’ll extend the invite to you again once you’re feeling better.”
Shrugging his coat over his shoulders, Corvus put his hand on the doorknob.
He felt a hand grab his.
Looking over his shoulder, Arkha saw Tamsy standing there, eyes focused on him through those golden lashes.
Tamsy was well aware of his allure, he knew how to wield it. Most of the time it was with weak willed individuals who took but a gust of wind to make them start yearning. Corvus was a different story, he was a yearning man, yet actively trying to deny himself the pleasure of the meal in front of him.
He needed to worship Tamsy. Praise him. Tamsy deserves endless admiration and applause. His mind works in ways people would be ecstatic to even consider, so why wasn’t he acting utterly infatuated with Tamsy’s existence?
Why couldn’t Corvus do more? Show more?
He needed Corvus to be so obsessed that he devoured him.
“Excuse me..?”
Tamsy said the last part out loud. “I need you to devour me” were the words that left those lips of his.
This was the fuck up of a century, Tamsy had to double down on it. “That’s right. I’ve been craving it.”
Corvus felt his chest get heavy, lungs filled with something that felt like burning. Tamsy and him had always been so straightforward with their wants from each other, but this time it sounded so much more intimate. The way his words dripped with sweetened honey was stuck in his brain.
Tamsy’s words played on repeat, a prayer that needed answer.
Licking his dry lips, Corvus inhaled before speaking. “Do you really want me to do—“
“I said it’s a need.”
Tamsy wrapped his arms around Corvus’ neck, bringing his head down. Their lips ghosted each other, eyes locked into the others. It was a silent ask from both of them. One final chance to back out of something that would change the way their gazes linger on each other in the halls.
It didn’t matter anymore. A line crossed is a line crossed, they had forgotten where it ended miles ago.
Tamsy closed the gap. Corvus let his hands run through Tamsy’s hair, tangling his fingers through the blue strands at the bottom, mixing with the blond.
Hungry, the kiss was hungry. Tamsy took Arkha’s bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it.
Still slightly hunched over to reach Tamsy’s lips, Arkha began walking, one slipping out from the mess of hair and planting itself on the back of his lover’s hair. They hit the wall near the door and Tamsy quickly understood why he did that.
A sharp gasp, Arkha tilted his head and his knee pressed between Tamsy’s thighs. The blond slid his hands down, resting on his boss' shoulders as they continued kissing.
Arkha’s hands moved down, his fingers slowly rolling up the fabric of Tamsy’s shirt. It was Arkha’s shirt, of course. He didn’t come here in pajamas, it would’ve been suspicious.
That soft, toned stomach of Tamsy’s began showing. The soft clicks and messy noises of kissing continued, their lips moving in a sensual way, as if they were talking to each other. Arkha pressed a thumb into Tamsy’s hip, a soft whine croaked from the shorter man’s throat.
Tamsy rubbed himself against Arkha’s knee, savoring the pressure of it as he deepened the kiss.
This is what it’s like to be devoured.
There was no other feeling like it, Tamsy was sure. This feeling of being wanted and needed melted into one, something primal stirred in both of them as Tamsy started humping Corvus’ knee.
Arkha’s hands released from the shirt, skidding down to the thighs of his lover. He picked him up and pushed him against the wall further, grinding his knee against him still.
They separated, needing air. Arkha looked deep into Tamsy’s eyes and swore he saw hearts.
Tamsy pushed Corvus’ head further in, his teeth catching his throat. Arkha let him have the moment for a few seconds, but then gripped the back of his hair and yanked him off.
“You said you needed to be devoured. Let me do so.” Corvus said it like it was a command.
Being the one to press their lips together now, Arkha’s grip tightened on Tamsy’s hair.
‘Were kisses meant to feel this intense?’ Tamsy wondered, eyes fluttering closed.
KNOCKKKKK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK MR. CORVUS IM SUPER DUPER SORRY KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKKKK
Both men froze, Tamsy’s brows furrowed as he opened his eyes and shot a sharp look at Corvus.
Arkha’s eyes went wide for a moment, then narrowed as he seemed like he was really contemplating something. He set Tamsy down on the ground again and shuffled two steps over to the door. He fixed himself. Smoothing out his hair and making sure he wasn’t disheveled looking. He shot a look at Tamsy. “Stay there, please.”
Tamsy was about to open his mouth to make a snide comment, but Corvus slapped a hand over his mouth, his thumb separating from the rest so Tamsy could still breath through his nose. Hopefully he wasn’t a mouth breather, Corvus didn’t want to be with a mouth breather.
Arkha opened the door, looking down at Remlin with his signature soft smile and eyes. “I hear you, Remlin, but quiet down please? My friend is sleeping. You really hurt their head.”
Lying so blatantly? Tamsy smiled, Corvus felt those lips curl and quickly gave them a light smack.
Remlin sniffled, spouting about how they were chewed out by both Ridd, Semiu, and even Enjin instigated and threw in his own opinions as well.
Tamsy was getting bored standing there, so he opened his mouth, tongue getting ready to stick out and lick Arkha’s palm. However, Arkha felt the blond’s mouth open, and quickly stuck his index and ring finger into his mouth.
No questions were asked, not like they could be. Tamsy started sucking on his boss’ fingers. His tongue swirled in slow circles around each digit, eyes staying focused on Corvus even though he wasn’t looking. He just nodded along to every other word Remlin said, his face not changing in the slightest.
“Please! Please please can I at least see your friend to make sure they’re okay? Please please please!” Remlin begged, about to get on their hands and knees.
Corvus put a hand up, a soft hum rumbling from his chest. “Alright alright, let me see if they wake up first, got it?”
Remlin nodded, looking hopeful. Corvus shut the door and turned to Tamsy. He took his fingers from Tamys’s mouth and dried them on his pants. Silently, he nudged his head towards the bed and Tamsy rolled his eyes, walking back to the mattress and getting snug again. Tamsy put his back against the pillows, Corvus fixed his hair and let his thumb rest on those pouty lips.
“He’s up, Remlin.” Corvus called out. “You can come in now.”
Without missing a beat, Remlin came in through the door. Their face was painted with thousands of apologies, looking like a guilty cat. “You’re awake! I was scared you wouldn’t wake up like ever!”
Tamsy nodded. “That would be quite scary, wouldn’t it?” He mused, head tilting slightly to the side.
Shuffling up to the bed, Remlin put their hands together in a prayer-like gesture. Corvus seemed to squint his eyes for just the fewest of seconds before going back to his usual kind ones. Remlin sputtered apologies, saying that they just wanted to get Rudo’s attention.
Tamsy put his hand out, waving it with little urgency. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, just a bit winded is all.”
Sniffling, Remlin was about to ask something else when Rudo entered the room. His eyes went wide, narrowing as he tried to put together the situation happening in front of him. Tamsy in the bed, Remlin babbling something and looking sorry, and Corvus looking indifferent, if not slightly amused by the situation.
“Is now a bad time..?” Rudo asked, pointing at himself.
Corvus shook his head, gesturing to Remlin. “Not at all, you’re the one actually being looked for right now.”
Rudo pursed his lips. He was wondering in what sense he was being looked for. He was being looked for in all kinds of ways right now, good and bad. Remlin saw Rudo, and their eyes lit up. ‘Rudo! Rudo Rudo Rudo!”
They took long steps to him, explaining the situation of what happened while waving their arms around. Rudo’s brows furrowed. “What?! You don’t just throw rocks through people’s windows!”
“Yeah but it was your window that I thought I was throwing rocks through, so I assumed it would be fine!”
Looking at a loss for words, Rudo bit his tongue and narrowed his eyes a bit. He shook his head, his hair setting differently once he stopped. “Well, as long as everyone is okay it should be fine, right?” He asked, looking towards Corvus.
When the boss nodded, Rudo smiled. “Now for what you needed with me–”
“Can we talk in the dining room? I’m beat from walking all the way over here!”
Rudo thinned his lips as they began walking out. “You didn’t want here. Ridd drove you.”
“Yeah maybe, but in the sense that—”
The kids left the room and Remlin shut the door behind them both.
Once a quiet settled back into the room, Tamsy looked back up at Corvus. He hummed, as if asking his boss what he thought of the situation. “They’re good kids.” He replied, looking satisfied. Arkha finally looked back at Tamsy, eyes taking in the way his hair fell down his shoulders.
Tamsy reached out for Corvus’ hands, bringing them to his upper thigh. “We’re alone now, correct?”
“That we are.”
Corvus crawled into the bed, caging Tamsy under him. The blond let himself be pushed down, tilting his head with a smile as Arkha’s jacket shrouded him in darkness. With a gruff sound, the jacket was put onto the floor and lips met.
This act of kissing, the feeling of it, it made Corvus feel like he was complete. Everything melted into one thing, one moment that was shared. Tamsy broke off to catch his breath, Corvus gave him a moment, then reconnected the kiss with his tongue
Tamsy’s eyes twitched when he did so. Not because he didn’t like it, but because he just didn’t take his boss for being such a spontaneous man. He needed to expect the unexpected more with this one.
The men pressed their foreheads against the other. Their noses touched, heavy breathing passing like early morning, it caught your attention. Arkha tugged on Tamsy’s ‘his’ shirt, Tamsy nodded. He connected their lips one more time for a quick kiss, then he broke it and began slipping the shirt off.
Doing the same, Arkha let his shirt drop to the floor. His eyes focused on Tamsy’s chest. Arkha’s hands reached out, fingers tweaking at the piercings. Tamsy let out small whines and whimpers, his hips twitching and hands shaking with want.
Arkha fully sat on the bed, he guided Tamsy to sit in his lap. He had to tilt his head up to suck on Tamsy’s nipple, he didn’t mind. It was a feeling he greatly missed, his tongue flicking at the metal. Each flick, every lick had Tamsy going.
The blond’s fingers were digging deeply into Corvus’ shoulders, he didn’t mind it. In fact, it spurred him on, Arkha bit down on Tamsy’s nipple. He jutted his hips against Corvus and bit his lip hard, too hard.
Blood began dripping from it, Tamsy didn’t react much except for his eyes getting bigger for a moment. Corvus popped his lips away from the nipple and right to the blood seeping out from Tamsy’s lip.
He didn’t fight it when Corvus kissed him, he wouldn’t. Tamsy accepted the kiss, letting himself get trapped deeper in its embrace. His hips moved on their own, making sure he gave his dick friction each time it pressed against his boss’ abs.
It stung, the way Arkha kept sucking and sucking on the wound. Yet, Tamsy didn’t mind it, he loved it.
Corvus bit gently on Tamsy’s lip. His tongue lapped at the blood, then smoothed around in his mouth, flickering it against the blond’s tongue as well. One hand raised to hold his head, stroke his flushed cheeks and the other ran down to soothe his back.
Even once the bleeding stopped, Arkha kept licking at the blood. Eye contact was kept the entire time, it felt almost necessary in a situation like this. His fingers moved to tease at Tamsy’s nipples
“Arkha?” Tamsy pulled his face away, looking down at the man who was teasing his piercings.
He looked up at Tamsy, humming and his eyes softening. It was like looking up at an angel. An angel that was out of breath, barely keeping it together.
Tamsy grabbed Corvus’ hair, pointing his head down and towards his chest. “Keep sucking here.” He pushed his head towards them, lips ghosting the pinkness. “Do it hard.”
Arkha’s lips encircled Tamsy’s nipples again. Sucking, his tongue flicking at the metal. He wrapped his arms around Tamsy’s waist, lowering him onto the bed, back arched on the mattress. Tamsy’s fingers curled, his hips jutting against Arkha’s.
His words were babbles, but some were coherent. “Feels good… Keep going…” were all the words that Corvus could make out. Wrapping his legs around Arkha’s waist, Tamsy pressed his boss’ head closer. His cheeks hollowed out, sucking on the nipple with more vigor.
Corvus pulled away, his hands holding down Tamsy’s waist so that he could move up the mattress without the blond below him hitting the headboard. Making it so they were making direct eye contact with each other, Corvus began grinding his bulge against Tamsy’s. Both men were still in their pajamas.
It was around ten in the morning, this was ridiculous. Couldn’t even make it to the afternoon before they got desperate for each other. Letting out soft, gentle moans that got deeper with each passing of skin, Tamsy tilted his head to the side, shooting a look to Arkha that told him everything he needed to know about his next steps.
Arkha bit down on Tamsy’s neck, hard. His brows furrowed, his thrusts against the tented fabric of his lover becoming sharper with each one. All of it was intense, sweat was beginning to form, subtle shakes and cracks of weakness began showing their true colors.
Tamsy began grinding back, his hips finally not having to be restrained in their movement of passion and want.
Tamsy didn’t want Corvus, it was impossible for him to feel an ounce or want for that man. This was all for pleasure, not for anything else. Thats what Tamsy told himself through this entire thing, it meant nothing, he was nothing. The kissing sounds that echoed around the room, the way all his senses melted together.
This was downright pornographics, Tamsy blinked and they were in a different position. Arkha was holding Tamsy in a lotus position, fiddling with his pants to get them off. Once both of their pants were off, Arkha grabbed their cocks, holding them close together.
Once Tamsy felt the skin-to-skin connection, his jaw almost dropped. He thought there wasn’t a way for them to be more intimate, they’ve tried a lot of stuff, but his mind has never crossed the idea of them frotting. It felt great. He wanted more, he needed Corvus to move his damn hand.
Corvus stroked their cocks, his eyes lidded as he watched them with each pump of his hands. Tamsy arched his back and planted his hands into the mattress. When the movements sped up, Tamsy’s hips were twitching, his lips sealed as he tried to not show how much he was enjoying this.
He wasn’t enjoying this. Not at all, he was obsessed with it. The way the tip of Arkha’s shaft was overshadowing his own, he felt the skin of his tip kiss Tamsy’s. Their veins pressed against each other, “Open your mouth. No need for shyness.” Corvus sped up the pumping of his fist once again.
Tamsy tilted his head forward, fingers clenching into the sheets. “Arkha…Do you have any idea..” He shifted his head, long hair falling to the side. “Do you have any idea just how much I–”
The light in the bedroom turned on.
Corvus and Tamsy turned their heads at the same time. Semiu stood there, her eyes not wide, but not their regular size either. Her hand was on the doorknob, lips pressed together tightly. “Enjin.”
A “Yeah?” was heard down the hall.
“Tell Amo that Corvus is busy right now.”
This was followed by a large groan, then an Enjin calling out for Rudo.
Semiu then tapped on her collar, still staring at the men. “Fifty bucks.”