Groans escaped from his throat in an echo to Faelyn’s moans and whimpered yesses. It was adorable. Always the quiet ones. His hips flexed in an effort to fend off the approaching edge. Every sound drawn out from the man and the beat of Ruth’s thrusts against the desk were music to his ears, a harder thrust given in answer to hearing his name fall from the redheads lips.
“I do… love it… when they say… please,” the growl low in his throat. Pleasure would seize him in waves of brilliance. Ruth’s grip tightened over flesh and hair, riding out the attained high until it left him leaning against the man’s back in an effort to catch his breath. His head would find the crook of Faelyn’s neck, lips tracing softly across the marked skin, enjoying the moment until deciding to withdraw entirely. He’d pick at the plates on the side, nuts finding their way into his mouth before slumping into the chair he’d previously occupied.
Ruth’s eyes cast over the dishevelled archivist while sorting his attire, buttoning back up his pants with a growing smugness. “...Come sit, Red,” his voice fatigued, raspy but soft.
“I do… love it… when they say… please,” the growl low in his throat. Pleasure would seize him in waves of brilliance. Ruth’s grip tightened over flesh and hair, riding out the attained high until it left him leaning against the man’s back in an effort to catch his breath. His head would find the crook of Faelyn’s neck, lips tracing softly across the marked skin, enjoying the moment until deciding to withdraw entirely. He’d pick at the plates on the side, nuts finding their way into his mouth before slumping into the chair he’d previously occupied.
Ruth’s eyes cast over the dishevelled archivist while sorting his attire, buttoning back up his pants with a growing smugness. “...Come sit, Red,” his voice fatigued, raspy but soft.
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