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There's Just No Helping Ninjas


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[speed_of_snark]

[He does laugh this time, folding over to kiss David's spine before he straightens.]

Alright, no teasing. [He rocks hard, picking up his pace gradually. One hand leaves David's hip and instead spreads itself on his lower back.]

So good, David. You're so good.

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[His moan deepens over the hand on his back, keeping him still. The restraint felt so damn good, and he loves it.]

Only for you. Only ever for ou.

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Ouais. Ah. David. [He may have started this with the intent of driving David crazy, but his own body's needs are currently clamouring to be satisfied. He thrusts forward and grinds, panting, before pulling back. He very nearly slips out before he rolls his hips forward again.]

Oh. You're going to make me come.

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[No, dont' slip out. The momentary empty sensation makes him sob in frustration. But then Jean-Paul is back and David's free hand is pounding against the table because it felt so good.]

That's the fucking point.

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[It's almost concerning how much David seems to want this, but at the moment Jean-Paul is a little preoccupied. After, he thinks, after he'll take good care of him.

But now he just fucks harder, faster, shaking the desk with the force of it. Both his hands find David's hips and hold him tight as he surges forward, gasping, orgasm blotting out all thought.]

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[The chair tucked under the desk finally tips over backwards, falling to the floor. Oops. And moments later David was coming on his desk. That will have to be cleaned later.]

I might... I might need to stay here. Forever.

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Forever, hn?

[Jean-Paul pulls away, pausing to kiss the skin between David's shoulder blades.]

Perfect man.

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My legs are ruined.

[He laughs, just lying there. This is the worst position. He loves it.]

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Poor thing. [He laughs.]

You want to come shower?

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[Shower sounds so nice.]

Yeah, love.

[speed_of_snark]

[David gets swooped up into Jean-Paul's arms, and seconds later set carefully outside the steamer shower.]

Feel a bit better?

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Yeah. And ready to sleep.

[David sighs in contentment as he leans back against the wall.]

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Well, clean up first. Then I'll tuck you in.

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My kind, sweet fiance. You're just so good to me.

[He reaches out to grab the man's hand so he can kiss over the ring.]

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I still can't believe it. [He pulls David close to kiss his lips softly.] Makes my heart race.

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I hope you believe it, given you wear the ring.

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Ouais. Proudly. Come on.

[Under the gentle rain of the shower he goes.]

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[Well, David can let himself rise and head into the shower. Yep. Good.]

And I'm glad I asked.

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So brave, mon amour.

Mm. Straight to bed after this. I'll clean up the office.

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Thanks. I'm glad I put the papers away first.

[He hums and just goes to start cleaning himself.]

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[Another laugh and a kiss.]

Ouais, that could have been... difficult to fix.

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Impossible is the word.

[For now, though, he's pleased with what is going on.]

Thanks for the distraction.

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David, as your future husband, it's my god given duty to distract you.

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[David laughs, shaking his head.]

Sounds like you really should. But you should probably also pretend to be dignified.

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David. I'm always dignified.