after office sex for the kinky men

Fury shuddered as he felt long, luxurious arms wrap tightly around his waist, stopping his movement and blocking out the chill of the office. He blushed, tugging on the strong callused hands that linked themselves in front of his navel.

“Not here, Walter.” Fury mumbled, his fingers unsuccessfully trying to part his lover’s hands.

“Everyone’s already left for the night,” Frigman whispered, his lips brushing against the younger man’s ear. “It’s just you and me here.” Frigman let his mouth travel downwards, his lips meeting the sensitive flesh of Fury’s neck.

“W-Walter…” Fury gasped, feeling Frigman’s larger body pull his smaller frame back, fully against him. “We’re still in the office…still in uniform.”

“Not for long if I have anything to do with it.” Walter smirked smugly against the curve of Fury’s jaw; the untangled fingers of one hand subconsciously moving up to bury themselves in Fury’s dark hair. His other hand held Cain possessively to his chest.

Fury shook at Walter’s advances, his heart hammering against his rib cage and blood rushing to his face in embarrassment. Frigman pulled Fury even closer, murmuring soft words in his ear and running his silky tongue along Cain’s jawbone. Fury bit his tongue, trying not to cry out as he felt the hand Frigman had been resting chastely against his stomach slowly nudge beneath the waistline of his uniform.

“Walter,” Fury mumbled brokenly, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the hand that had moved to his chest to unbutton his restricting uniform jacket. “What if somebody comes in and sees? We’re—” His sentence was cut short by a breathless moan, caused by the dual sensations of Frigman’s teeth nipping at his earlobe and the cool fingers that moved over his lower stomach and into the dark cavern of his boxers.

Frigman tilted his head and pressed a solid kiss to his lover’s trembling lips. Smiling against the plush folds of flesh, he forced Fury to shrug out of the opened jacket, his fingers brushing over thinly veiled, heated skin.

“Don’t worry, no one’s going to come looking…it’ll be fine,” Frigman worried Fury’s bottom lip softly and gave him a devilish gaze, his fingers teasing the flesh hidden below the dark uniform pants. “Just try not to scream too loud.”

“Y-you know this is considered fraternizing—it’s easy to keep this hidden at my house; your house…but in headquarters? Are you trying to get us discovered?”

“I’m just so tired of not being able to express myself.” Frigman whispered into Fury’s ear, his tone melancholy and subdued. “You know as well as I do how hard it is to keep appearances every day,” Walter’s hands dropped down to Cain’s rear, cupping the pliant flesh and pulling his lower half flush against his own. “Do you know how hard it is during work to not just strip you and take you right over the desks, not caring who saw?” Walter’s steamy breath ran over Cain’s neck and a chill trickled down his spine as he shuddered at the wonderfully immoral fantasies of his lover.

“I know,” Cain whispered, his fingers moving to unbutton Walter’s jacket in return. “It’s difficult to act normal when you’re always so…agonizingly close.” Fury pushed the freed jacket off of Walter’s arms and stood on his toes to press a soft kiss to his lover’s throat.

Frigman made a noise of content, his fingers continuing to undress Fury from his uniform. Cain pressed desperately into the older man’s caress, his body responding to the gentle, experienced touch.

“They’re suspicious–even with all the precautions we take,” Frigman muttered at a distance, thoroughly distracted with unbuttoning the clasps on the immaculate dress-shirt that concealed Cain’s skin. “Havoc made a joke about me walking you home the other day.”

Fury leaned his neck back; revealing smooth pale skin and giving Walter access to the button pressed against his clavicle. “Well…we knew it’d happen sooner or later. But I wouldn’t worry so much about Jean, he makes jokes about the Colonel when he visits the Lieutenant…and even more so when he visits Harold Newman.”

Walter smiled. “You’re right…as always.” By that time, both had lost their jackets and shirts and Fury pressed his lips to Walter’s bare chest, raising his hands to caress the soft flesh possessively.

“Mmm,” Frigman whispered, his fingers curling tightly around the curves of Cain’s shoulder blades. “You know just where to put that mouth of yours.”

Fury smiled, feeling the quickened pulse of Frigman’s heart below his lips wrapping around a hardened nipple.

Frigman dropped his hands to the curve of Fury’s hips, wrapping his fingers around the soft flesh and picking up the younger man to settle him on the top of the desk.

Sensing what Walter wanted; Fury pulled his mouth from his lover’s chest, after giving the hard, rosy nub a last swirl of his tongue. Hands tightened on his hips and he dropped back on the desk, supporting himself with his elbows. Fury looked up at Frigman with heavy, half-lidded eyes.

Frigman smirked, his fingers trailing down Fury’s torso, only stopping at the waistline of his navy uniform pants. “You’ll be losing these now…” Walter’s fingers tugged at the button clasping Cain’s pants closed.

“Walter…” Cain sighed Frigman’s name quietly, reaching a hand out to brush across his lover’s smooth cheek.

Frigman turned into Fury’s silky touch, pressing his lips to the curve of Cain’s palm and giving the soft ridges a small lick.

Fury ran his thumb across Frigman’s bottom lip and made a noise of anticipation, his eager hips beginning to wriggle free from the confining fabric clinging to his lower half. Walter tugged the pants down over Cain’s thighs and legs and dropped the cumbersome article of clothing on the floor. Frigman’s bottoms followed soon after and he stepped out of them, closing the gap between their bodies.

“W-Walter, please…” Cain’s high-pitched voice gasped against Frigman’s mouth and he moved his strained fingers to Walter’s back, his nails gouging half-moons into the flawless, pale skin. “…No more teasing.”

Walter moved downward and mumbled an apology against Fury’s chin, his damp, sultry kisses slowly descending over Cain’s ivory neck and chest.

Cain squirmed beneath Walter’s advances, his legs automatically wrapping around Frigman’s hips and his fingers gripping his lover’s protruding shoulder blades.

Holding down Fury’s quivering hips and untangling himself from Cain’s legs, Frigman whispered kisses along his young lover’s navel, his lips only stopping at the edge of cobalt coloured boxers. Giving a small chuckle, he gripped the silky fabric with his teeth and tugged off Cain’s last undergarment, leaving the aroused young man sprawled across the desk naked.

“Your turn, Walter.” Cain breathed, rubbing his toe against the bottom edge of Frigman’s jade patterned boxers.

“So it is.” Walter smirked at the younger man and straightened his back, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down over hard, pulsing flesh, then stepping out of the undergarment.

Walter’s lips curled up in a smile and he let his mouth move down over Fury’s neck and chest. Fury shuddered beneath Frigman as his lips pressed down over the tensed curve of his stomach. Cain gasped at the commanding touch and writhed under him, burying his fingers tightly in his lover’s short, silver hair.

Walter gave a sound of satisfied content as his lips traveled down over Cain’s pale, soft skin and Fury moaned heavily as Walter brushed his lips against sensitive skin, his hot, damp mouth finally wrapping aggressively around Cain’s hard shaft.

Fury tossed back his head, his mouth gaping in a soundless scream and his trembling legs tightening painfully around Frigman’s body; his depraved body arching to meet the searing cavern of Walter’s mouth.

“W-Walter!” Cain managed to choke out, his shaking, unrelenting fingers clinging desperately to the bare curve of Frigman’s shoulders. Walter ran his merciless tongue along the younger man’s solid flesh, drowning in the heavy moans his touch was able to elicit from Cain’s full, swollen lips.

Walter pulled up suddenly, leaving Cain shivering and hard, splayed across the desk. Leaving one hand drifting along the soft skin stretched over Cain’s hip; Frigman’s other hand reached for Cain’s glasses, folding them and setting them on top of a row of nearby filing cabinets.

Walter whispered, “Enough of the appetizers…I want the main course.”

Cain gave a final cry of ecstasy, going limp in his lover’s strong, supportive arms. Walter clung to Cain mercilessly; his fingers still gripping Fury’s hips tightly, nails embedded in soft flesh and angry bruises beginning to form on pale skin.

Walter pulled himself away from Cain with difficulty, not wanting to leave his lover’s desperate embrace.

“Walter,” Cain whispered, his fingers resting on the older man’s hard, muscular waist. “That was…”

“Indescribable.” Walter finished for him, laying his hand over the soft, delicate fingers tracing over his muscles and stretching the tense ache between his shoulder blades, feeling the wet, annoying trickle of blood running down his back from the deep scratches Fury had etched down his skin.

“What now?” Cain murmured, his fingers dropping to Walter’s lower stomach suggestively, crimson-stained fingernails whispering over sensitive flesh and a grin settling on his bruised lips.

“You know what I really want to do…now that we’ve done it here in the office?”

Cain looked up at his lover, curiosity piqued and a daring gaze glinting in his eyes. “What’s that?”

“…Have sex on the General’s desk.”

Cain’s eyes widened at the suggestion, and then he broke down in a fit of laughter, linking his fingers with his lover’s.

“Maybe next time, big boy.”