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Static filtered into the dimly lit room, a soft buzzing that permeated the darkness and settled like a blanket over everything. The softly glowing control panel, the observation window that overlooked the docks underneath, the bookshelves and other decor that lined the walls. It nearly, but not quite, covered up the sounds of muffled breathing and the occasional connection of skin on skin.
Bent over a desk near the back middle of the room, head held down by a hand made of metal and circuits rather than flesh and bone. The fingers, cold to the touch and pointed at the ends like claws, had hair held tightly in their grip and would yank on the strands whenever they pleased, drawing more muffled sounds from the poor soul on the receiving end. The man’s other hand, this one completely human in nature though covered by a thick glove, rested heavily on the smooth expanse of skin underneath him in the form of anothers’ back. They danced over the skin occasionally, taking moments to brush over the waist, the hip, even occasionally dipping down further to press against their stomach and hoist the other up further for his own gain.
His breathing was heavier than usual, with soft grunts finding their way past his lips periodically. He was lucky, in the sense that his bodily enhancements made this all the more easier for him. Not that he had become this way by choice, though robotic parts had their upsides.
You gasped suddenly, a bit too loudly for his liking as his hips snapped forward and drove him deeper. The metal fingers in your hair tightened ever so slightly more, a warning. He was telling you to keep quiet, now was not the time or place to be making noise. This was a risk, his job, your life, if anyone heard the two of you it would be disastrous.
The thought made his blood run hotter, and he breathed out a quiet groan from behind gritted teeth. Someone walking in, someone seeing him buried balls deep inside of his subordinate as you took him just so damn well- it was enough to make his dick twitch. He wouldn’t usually consider himself a risk taker. He worked more in facts, in statistics. He wouldn’t usually do something this stupid either but this had been too great of an opportunity to pass up and his job was just oh-so stressful. He deserved this, he deserved a break where he could let loose just a little and focus on nothing else besides just how pliant you were in his hands and how warm you were around his dick.
He bucked forward again, harder, pressing your lower half more against the desk and letting his hips come flush with the skin of your ass just to see if you would obey his silent demands. He received a whimper in response, he could see the arch of your back and the shaking in your hands as you gripped the desk like it was the only thing keeping you sane and steady. Pleased with the result, his hand loosened slightly on your hair as the other slid down your back and came to rest on your hip, holding you against him as he stilled momentarily. He couldn’t stop the near silent scoff of laughter that escaped him.
Needy, desperate, but so willing to listen to him. It was beautiful. He loved when things fell so nicely into line. He leaned down, draping his body over your back. His chest panel dug into your skin ever so slightly and he could feel you arch forward into the desk more but he didn’t care. His breath ghosted on the back of your neck, and he took advantage of the situation by tugging on your hair until he had successfully tilted your head to the side and left your neck vulnerable and exposed. He took a moment, a puff of breath escaping him as he drew his hips back, then drove them forward as he leaned down and dug his teeth into the flesh underneath your ear.
You gasped, cutting yourself off before it was too obvious to anyone who might be outside the door listening, but it had been loud enough to be obvious. His fingers dug into the skin at your hip and he started his pace back up, faster than before.
His teeth released your skin the moment he could taste blood flowing and the pressure was immediately replaced by the drag of his tongue over the wound. He moved, leaving a trail of bites all the way down to your shoulder blade. There was a rhythm to it, every few thrusts he would leave another mark on your skin. He would wait, suckling and biting, then move on to the next empty space. You whimpered and your hips twitched forward, nails digging into the wood of the desk. It was so much, so good, and as his gloved hand slowly drifted down between your legs until his fingers found what they were looking for, you couldn’t take it anymore.
Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you whined, high pitched and keening. He didn’t stop moving until finally, graciously, he bit down on your shoulder and drove in until his hips were flush with yours. A shuddering groan left his lips, muffled by the skin of your shoulder as he finished inside.
He stayed like that for a few minutes, the only change being that he released your shoulder from his mouth and instead panted against your skin as he came down, hips grinding forward slowly as he rode out the pleasure shooting through his nerves. His hand finally moved from its spot between your legs and he wiped his fingers on the inside of your thigh, grumbling out something about his glove being dirtied. He remained draped over your back for another moment longer before the weight of his duties hit once more and he placed a chaste kiss to your cheek before he reluctantly pulled himself away and stood up straighter. He pulled out, hissing softly as the cold air hit and grimacing as he realized he was going to have to clean up sooner rather than later. For now he had to content himself with tucking it away and adjusting his pants into the least uncomfortable position.
He glanced over at you, another scoff leaving his lips. His metal hand came to rest on your ass, one of the fingers brushing ever so slightly down between your cheeks. Teasing, the bastard. “You’re leaking.” He stated the obvious, humor lacing his tone. “You should get that cleaned up.” And then his hand was gone and he plopped himself back down into his desk chair, content to ignore you as you cleaned up and left his office.
The stress relief was appreciated, though. He made a mental note to reward you later.