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The office was dark and cold, nothing but the sound of moaning and kissing filling the room. Small whines, groans and moans, nothing seeming to stop the two from caring about getting caught. It had been weeks since the two had a moment alone, how they craved it.
Pickles whined loudly as he felt his hips be slammed against the desk, he pulled at Charles tie, kissing at his neck and letting his hands explore. He tried unbuttoning Charles hands only to be denied. He groaned slightly and left hickies as he grew more demanding.
“Cmon…Charlieee it’s been too…fucking long. Just a little…cmon.”
Pickles pleaded, a sharp exhale escaping his lips as he felt Charles cold hands touch his chest, he leaned into the touch, pulling on the tie to bring Charles closer.
“Pickles…ah…Pickles don’t leave…marks.”
Charles whispered, his fingers tracing Pickles skin, slightly digging his nails into the skin, gaining a shiver from the other man.
“Charles…come on. You’re drunk and horny…I’m drunk and horny. Cmon Charles…no one’s gonna know.”
Charles gripped Pickles hand, which was now heading to the belt of Charles pants, he sighed softly and lifted the hand back up. He placed gentle kisses, going up to his wrist to his shoulder.
The two were different souls, one stern while the other was careless. How did they end up like this? Here in Charles office? God how Charles wish he stopped this from happening, it was forbidden, breaking the rules. Souls that were never meant to meet.
“Pickles…”
Charles moaned out, allowing his shirt to be unbuttoned and his chest to be touched and kissed.
Worship. All god and men under god must be worshipped, loved and respected. Gods must be worshipped, yet here stood The Dead Man, being worshipped by a God. Worshipped by His God. A god he swore to protect. A god he kills for. A god he would die for.
Pickles smirked, helping Charles take off his shirt and tie, kissing down Charles neck to his chest, leaving marks and bite marks. He wrapped his arms around Charles, gently scratching and massaging Charles back.
Pickles slowly kissed down Charles chest, kissing his sides and hips, he smirked and bit down gently, kissing and sucking on the spot, licking and digging his tongue into the small mound of flesh.
Charles gasped sharply, covering his mouth as the other gripped a fist full of Pickles dreads, he pushed his glasses up and looked down at Pickles, sweat beading slightly on his forehead.
“What do ya want? Hmm? You sound pretty eager.”
Pickles teased, pulling away and chuckled when he felt his head be pushed down a bit.
“Come on boss man, ya gotta use those big words ya like using. Or what? Cats got your tongue huh?”
Pickles looked up at Charles, he was now on his knees, hands holding Charles’ hips. He smirked as he slowly undid his belt, slightly tugging on his jeans and boxers.
“Cmon Charles…unless you want me to stop then, I can do th-.”
“Don’t!”
Charles gripped Pickles hand, panting slightly as he grew more eager. He looked at Pickles hand, moving it over his crotch, sighing softly.
“God…ah Pickles…just…don’t bite.”
Charles removed his own hand from Pickles, slightly bucking his hips into Pickles palm, enjoying the pressure and slight warmth.
Pickles smirked, gently pushing onto Charles crotch, slowly pulling down his pants and undergarments. Pickles bit down on his lip as he was greeted with Charles erection.
Worship. Ever man under god must be worshipped no matter his status. He must be released of any tension, any tension that was built. Tension that was sinful.
Pickles closed his eyes as he slowly took in Charles length into his mouth, he wrapped his tongue around as much as he could, bobbing his head as his hands gently palmed Charles’ balls.
Charles hissed at the sudden warmth, moaning softly as his hand slightly pushed Pickles to take more of him, gently gripping his dreads as he felt the warmth overtake him.
Drunk and Horny, Fuck. They shouldn’t be doing this, Charles shouldn’t be doing this. He cursed slightly under his breath, upset at himself and feeling this emotion, an emotion of dread and fear. He wasn’t a god. He wasn’t meant to be worshipped, he wasn’t meant to be here.
Charles slightly pulled out of Pickles mouth, he couldn’t allow this, they were both at sake. He cursed at the lost of warmth, before second thoughts he slammed back into Pickles mouth, yanking Pickles hair.
He deserved this, he deserved this form of worship. Years and years he spent keeping this man safe and protected, safe from the dangers of the world, safe from death.
Pickles gagged slightly, his hands gripping Charles hips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He drooled slightly as he bobbed his head quicker, he looked up at Charles, the sight intoxicating. He whined around the cock that was currently fucking his mouth.
He took every inch of Charles, small tears forming in his hands as he was forced down and back up. He felt warmness in his jeans, he can feel himself getting uneasy, he needed to be touch. He needed to be touched.
Charles panted slightly as he continued to fuck Pickles mouth, arching over a bit as he held Pickles head steady and began to thrust harshly.
“Fuck…Pickles…Oh you’re doing such a wonderful job…such a good boy.”
Charles praised, picking up his speed. He knew when to stop, he didn’t want to break his favorite toy, not when he was using it for the first time in weeks.
Pickles led out a loud whimper at the praise, his hand traveled down to his lap, trying to undo his pants as he shoved his hand down, feeling the sudden warmness in between his legs, he began to finger himself as he was being used.
“Such a good..boy fuck…Look at you…being used. Oh fuck…touching yourself like a nasty…uh…a nasty bitch.”
Charles groaned, forcing Pickles head down, rutting up against his mouth, gasping as he felt himself get close. He bit down on his finger, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tried forcing himself not to finish yet, he needed to savor this.
“What…would the others…think? They would…think of you so much…less. See you on your knees…such a pretty sight.”
Charles continued, grunting as he felt Pickles slightly bite down. He winced and moaned loudly, his hips twitching slightly as he grew closer.
Pickles pulled away, gasping for air as he fingered himself finger, slightly bouncing on his hips as he looked down, panting and whimpering slightly. God, he was being treated the way he wanted, the way he knew he deserved, nasty. He was being treated so poorly but felt loved at the same time.
“Charles…oh please…I…fuck dude, you’re fucking…you’re such a douchebag.”
Pickles moaned out, pushing his fingers deeper, he felt his stomach grow tighter and hotter. He was close and knew Charles was as well.
Charles gently lifted up Pickles head, gently placing his thumb on Pickles thumb. He smiled softly as he pushed his thumb in.
“Such a perfect gift for me.”
Charles smirked as Pickles opened his mouth, only to be greeted again with Charles cock. He gripped Pickles hair, yanking back and moaning at the warmness again.
Pickles belonged to Charles, it didn’t matter anymore, he belong to Charles. He was his toy, his Pickles.
The sound of moans grew louder, the air surrounding them growing hotter as they both grew closer. The explicit noises filling the air. Nothing but lust and love surrounding them.
Pickles whined loudly, gasping around Charles cock as he came, wetting his hand and pants. He quickened his hand, riding out his orgasm as he was forced down onto Charles.
“Did I fucking…tell you? You were allowed to fucking…ah…ah fuck…finish. You nasty…bitch.”
Charles groaned and gripped Pickles head, slamming into his mouth one more time before twitching slightly, finishing in his mouth.
Pickles pulled back, cum spilling out as he gagged and coughed a bit, panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up as Charles, eyes half closed and hazy.
“How about…ah…how about a bath?”
Charles offered, putting himself away and carefully kneeling next to Pickles, wiping his mouth and letting Pickles lick his finger. He gently kissed Pickles head.
“You did such a wonderful job Pickles, you did so well, you were perfect.”
Charles praised, reaching for a water bottle that sat on his desk, opening it and handing it to Pickles.
Pickles took the water bottle, taking a few sips and nodded, he gently nuzzled Charles chest, closing his eyes.
“Bath…bath sounds good…maybe some Cinnabons?”
“That can be arranged.”