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[helpdesk_hero]

There's Just No Helping Ninjas


Open Post for All Your David Alleyne/Prodigy Needs. TFLN overflow, PSL ideas, requests for starters, your wish is his command. After all, Technical Support is there to assist.

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[speed_of_snark]

Then just give me a minute and I'll fuck you right here. [His hand slides down David's chest.]

Is that what you'd like?

[helpdesk_hero]

It's definitely high on my list. How about I leave you here with thoughts of recovery, while I shed my clothes and find what we need?

[Because he'd rather not ask JP to walk when he's worn out.

[speed_of_snark]

Alright. [He kisses David softly.] Don't dawdle.

[helpdesk_hero]

We who are only human will always seem to do so.

[But he's efficient enough in his route, and when he returns it's with the lights still off but his hands full.]

Caught your breath, darlign?

[speed_of_snark]

More than. [He snuggles up to David at once, kissing him and helping himself to a handful of David's ass.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[It's a very good, very strong ass, and David groans in pleasure over the grip. It was appreciated, seeing how much the other man enjoyed his ass.]

[speed_of_snark]

[He presses David back against the wall, one hand sliding up David's thigh.]

So perfect, so good.

[Murmured before another long kiss. Jean-Paul's hand finds David's length and strokes slowly.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[And Jean-Paul, so good at paying him the compliments he so adores. He'd be happy to just enjoy this moment. Except the touch. Oh the touch. It earns a groan into the kiss as his hips roll forward into the touch. He deserved it, the way it teased after what he did.]

[speed_of_snark]

Ah, perfect. [He knows how much David craves praise. He presses his lips close to David's ear, murmuring more,] So beautiful, so strong.

[His one hand works steadily, stroking.]

Need to make sure you're ready.

[helpdesk_hero]

[David sighs in pleasure over the words, at the offered attentions of his lover.]

You just want me to beg.

[speed_of_snark]

Only a little. [He takes his hand away to instead take hold of David's hands.] Give me that stuff, mon amour. You want back against the wall, or front?

[helpdesk_hero]

[Of course he slides the bottle into JP's hand, an unseen smile on his lips.]

Back. I'm imagining the mess the front would be.

[Even now he can't turn off his stupid brain.]

[speed_of_snark]

Point. Nobody likes dry cleaning semen...

[He has to pull away enough to flip open the bottle cap and squirt lube into his fingers, rubbing them to warm it.]

Relaxed?

[helpdesk_hero]

As much as a guy can be when he's about to be fucked by one of the most beautiful men in the world.

[speed_of_snark]

[That pulls a low chuckle from Jean-Paul's throat. He kisses David as he slowly lets his hand slide between David's ass cheeks, rubbing gently.]

You're perfect, did you know that? Mon cher amour. [He lets his mouth melt open.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[David would respond, but french is harder when he's sighing over the sensation of a hand teasing at him and not actually acting. Instead he groans and reaches up to pull at Jean-Paul's hair.]

[speed_of_snark]

[Talking is a bit of waste, anyway. Jean-Paul lets the pull of David's fingers instruct his own - pushing as his hair is tugged harder. He presses as closer as he can manage, feeling David's cock slide against his body at the same time.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Yeah, that. That right there. David sighs, shudders, squeezes around those fingers. Good. Very good.]

Jean-Paul. Love. Don't tease me.

[speed_of_snark]

I'm not, I'm just being a gentleman. Chrisse. [Still, point taken. He slowly withdraws his hand and nudges David's legs apart, moulding his body against David's. He kisses David's neck as he shifts, finding the right angle to push against him, into him.]

Ouais?

[helpdesk_hero]

I didn't ask for a gentleman tonight. I asked to get fucked in a closet, dearest.

[He laughs.]

Ouais. Ouais ouais ouais.

[Have pity and him all at once, beloved.]

[speed_of_snark]

Wow, okay. [But he's laughing even as he begins finding the right rhythm to thrust into David, rocking back and forth. It doesn't take long for him to settle into something hard.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Sometimes a guy gets desperate. Let him have that. Soon the teasing, breathy yeses turn into actual moans and squirming. Best part of this was with the wall for leverage it's so easy to shift and find an angle to move back against his lover.]

Fuck, baby, you're so good tonight. I swear I can hear your heart beat.

[speed_of_snark]

Beats only for you.

[He mutters this hoarsely before kissing David as he rocks himself deeply inside of him. The pace he sets is just short of punishing, but he does slip a hand between the two of them to stroke David's cock just the same.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Now it does. Now it beats for only him, and it’s a beautiful thing to have. A beautiful thing to know. It’s only ever beat for Jean-Paul, a statement that was true but came with some morbidity so he tossed it away as he instead focused on the way his lover moved in him. Focused on the heat and the pressure, on each thrust hitting just right, on the way he moved and it was so good.]

Same. Fuck, babe, same.

[He’s shaking, the dual sensations of being penetrated and being stroked working him up so very, very well at this point.]

[speed_of_snark]

[Words will never be as eloquent as body language. Jean-Paul mouths David's neck, teeth skating delicately over the hot skin there, as his hips continue to rock and his hand continues to move. He varies the stroke - harder, slower, faster, pause - chasing the moments when David's breath catches in his throat. His own thrusts are relentless, burying himself inside his lover again and again.]