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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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[helpdesk_hero]

Jean-Paul, now that sex is offered, it better arrive and spread me over this damn desk.

[speed_of_snark]

Give me five.

Get your clothes off.

[helpdesk_hero]

Good man. I need the destress.>

[And with that, he clears off his desk and starts working on his clothes.]

[speed_of_snark]

[The front door opens and closes soon after, and then Jean-Paul is the, lounging in the office doorway.]

Allo, gorgeous.

[helpdesk_hero]

[He definitely looks disheveled. While he's basically naked, there's absolutely a smear of ink on his cheek, and there are bags under his eyes. Don't worry, it's FINE. He's FINE.]

[speed_of_snark]

[Jean-Paul really wants to fuss over David.

Instead he crosses the room, picks David up, puts him on the desk, and kisses him.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[There is more than one way to fuss. This is one David would consent to right now. He groans once he's picked up, happily moving into the kiss as his arms went around Jean-Paul's neck. Hey there.]

[speed_of_snark]

[Jean-Paul kisses David's mouth, his jawline, his neck, his collarbones.]

I'm going to fuck you here on this desk, mon amour.

[helpdesk_hero]

I expect I'm going to beg you to do that, mon coeur.

[He tilts his head back, sighing happily.]

[speed_of_snark]

You should start. [He slithers lower, kissing and biting, marking up David's skin without hesitation.]

Beautiful man. You're so good, David. So very good.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Yes, marks are good. Marks always make him feel so alive. David whines at the bites, pressing up against them specifically.]

Yours, beloved. All of me is yours. Please, wreck me.

[speed_of_snark]

Oh, I'm going to, because you've worked so very hard.

[He slides off the desk, leaving David sprawled, and hooks his hands around David's thighs. He bends down to kiss them roughly.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Such a good man, being rough with him. David whimpers, trying to press against the forceful kisses as his hands found Jean-Paul's hair to grip at it.]

I'll work harder for you. Always harder for you.

[speed_of_snark]

Oh, non, mon cher, shhh. [He ghosts warm breath over David's cock, but does not let his mouth touch there yet.]

You've done enough. You can relax. Let me do the work, David.

[helpdesk_hero]

[David whines. He takes the shushing seriously, shutting up entirely. It means that he's digging his teeth into his lip instead as his legs start to quake.]

[speed_of_snark]

[Jean-Paul places far more gentle kisses to the soft skin of David's lower belly before he finally wraps a hand around his cock and strokes it firmly.]

You're so good, David.

[He ducks his head to lick up David's shaft.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[His feet found purchase against the desk, pushing up into the grip of that hand, and then brushing against the tongue. Fuck that was good. Always so good.]

[speed_of_snark]

[By this point, he knows what David likes - Jean-Paul takes him fully into his mouth and sucks, letting his tongue move the way he knows will elicit soft whimpers. When he pulls his lips off he replaces them with his hand as he dips lower still, tonguing gently at David's balls.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Self control is a must for David, that much had been and likely always would be obvious for Jean-Paul. Which made it all the more wonderful when Jean-Paul broke past that control and right into David reaching the point of surrender. Today it came with the drag of tongue over his balls, and in the form of cursing under his breath.]

Fuck. Oh god, love, do that more.

[speed_of_snark]

[Jean-Paul hums, somehow sounding amused in spite of not saying a word. He drags his tongue over sensitive skin again and again, gradually mouthing David's balls. As he does he drags his free hand up to slip under David's ass and squeeze.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[David keens at the attention, his hips jerking up when Jean-Paul squeezes his ass.]

Mon coeur, fuck me. Please, baby.

[speed_of_snark]

Oh, David. [Gently, he lets his fingers move, pressing at David's hole first.]

You're perfect. You're so wonderful. Breathe, mon amour, relax.

[helpdesk_hero]

[Relax? Yes, he thinks he can do that. He shivers and closes his eyes, focusing on slow, careful blinking. Just Focuses on the in and the out. It's nice, to feel the fingers pressing into him.]

Breathing, love.

[speed_of_snark]

Good. [He drops gentle kisses to his thighs again.]

On your back, or bent over your desk?

[helpdesk_hero]

Bent over. Come on, it's hotter that way.

[Surely Jean-Paul has wanted to bend him over things before.]