Shower, Amon / Michael Lee, sex in the office
Title: Sex in the office
Fandom: Witch Hunter Robin
Characters: Amon, Michael Lee
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic , Sentimental, Romance
Alerts: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP
Word Count: 658
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest and for the "A prompt a day ..."
pencils fell from the desk with a noise like the rain, soon followed by the printed sheets and a couple of folders. Michael tied her legs around his waist Amon while this drove him to lie down completely on the desktop, pressing his lips against those of the hacker, the language intertwined. Without being too much attention, the commander of the team took off his glasses, slide them into the computer, the mind already taken by the take off his shirt as well. Michael lifted his arms, moving the dock to lend a hand in the parade make cloth trousers. A beep sounded office and shot the boy turned around, twisting your torso to get closer to his screen, his fingers flew to the keyboard in an automatic gesture.
'Hey, hey, hey! "
The boy protested when he was pulling the leg, turning around just in time to see that Amon had marched golf and had thrown on the floor, just a moment before that the young man grabbed him by the hips, lifting and carrying to their desk.
"Amon, you're doing?"
hacker voice rose slightly hysterical when she found herself sitting on the cold surface of the your supervisor's desk, realizing only then that the other had raised even the laundry. With a sort of anxiety in his voice, but Amon was able to concentrate fully on himself do it.
"Kiss me, stupid. I want you to think only of myself. "
Michael could not help to smile on the lips of the boy already pressed hard on her and as soon as he heard the clink of the buckle of Amon, the basin began to rub against the erection just freed of the partner.
The hacker said with a groan to the insistent caressing their nipples, gasping for breath in the mouth of the other, searching relentlessly her tongue as she felt the excitement of the lover his way between his buttocks.
To hear Michael was not a problem the cloth pants Amon against his bare skin until all he could hear her over his chest and his back under his own hands.
was not a problem that Amon had a few words, until he could hear her panting next to your ear, his breath on her neck, her lips every few seconds on his mouth.
Michael's fingers moved between the tufts of the lover died, holding her hair while the forces within him became more serious and slightly rough. He imagined that would end the more so since he had jumped on that evening became rude when some witch doctor in a mission to kill and sweeter when everything works out well. In response to his thrusts forcefully pulled her head against him, pressing his lips on her almost violently. Approaching the apex Amon slowed down, focusing more on getting to enjoy your partner, get him on the pleasure with him. Michael responded to that concern with a smile, kissing her lips again and again, her hand moved from his hair to his cheek in a caress.
Fingers flew fast over the keys, bringing to the fore the news just received.
Still shirtless, Michael smiled when he heard a kiss on her shoulder and resting the tips of the hair Amon tickle the skin. The guy sitting behind him shook his grip around her waist, pressing on her back.
"Have you finished work?" The hacker
smiled, rubbing his head on his neck.
"Almost, the information that you asked me this morning: the Mother House tells us that ..."
Amon leaned over him, biting his shoulder. "Michael, all I want to know now is whether you prefer the here and now your PC, here and now still on my desk, here and now in front of the window or if you prefer to wait until they come to your bed. "
The ticking stopped instantly and the boy stared at the screen blankly, the cheeks slightly red.
"Here's to reflect."
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