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It didn’t matter how it happened, or why you did it. One moment, Emmrich is hunched over his desk, the soft scratch of his pen as he worked. The next you were in his lap, wearing his shirt, his hands holding on to your hips for dear life. Never mind the fact that this place never had any sense of time.
“Stop thinking.” you said, and nipped his skin. It was quickly followed by a roll of your hips into his. “You left me all alone.”
“My dear, I had to-” he cut himself off with a moan as your hands finally undid the last button on his shirt, bare skin against bare skin. “T-to finish this letter.”
“It was cold,” you pouted, and he leaned into you as you pulled away. Your hands messed with his hair. “And this shirt wasn’t enough.”
“You’re not wearing anything else.” he pointed out, lips brushing against yours. “Are you still cold?”
“Freezing.”
“Hmm…” he kissed you.
He kept one hand on your hip, but the other found its way under his shirt. Emmrich held you closer, fingernails tracing each ridge of your spine. Felt as your skin rose and got goosebumps. You nipped at his bottom lip.
“Your hands are cold.” you complained.
“Then why don’t you warm up these old bones, hm?” he teased.
“I think I can do that.” you teased back.
He felt your hand sneak down to his pants. He looked down, watched as you undid the buckle, rubbed at his clothed erection. That was when he got an idea. Emmrich let the hand on your hip move, and moaned when he confirmed it. You were only in his shirt. The hand on your back moved, pinching your chin between thumb and forefinger. He trailed his lips along the side of your neck. You pulled down his underwear, hand wrapped around his cock.
“I need to finish this letter.” he said, a kiss pressed to your pulse.
You groaned. He held your hips in his hands, felt as you squirmed before stopping. He smiled when you leaned back to look at him.
“Stay with me.” he said. “I’ll make it worth it, I swear.”
You let go of his cock, scratching at his treasure trail. Moving your hands up his chest, until your hands cupped his neck.
“How?” you asked.
He let out a shuddering breath. When you pulled him in for a gentle kiss, he grunted into it. Pulled your hips close at the same moment he pushed his tongue further into your mouth. The way you inhaled sharp before melting into him.
“Stay here, with me.” He said, hands under your thighs to lift you up. “And, when I’m done, we’ll go back to bed.”
“And sleep?”
“Is that what you want?”
He held his cock steady. You rocked back and forth, teasing him. He leaned back in his chair and smiled up at you. It wasn't until you finally slid down that his eyes flutter shut. You kiss his temple as you slowly lower yourself. He rubs at your thighs, murmuring praise into your skin, your lips. But when you try to lift up, he grabs hold of you.
“Emm-”
“Stay like that.” He whispered into the next kiss. “Nice and pretty in my lap.”
You tried to squirm. He held firm. He chuckled at the whine you let out. Emmrich put one hand on the small of your back. The other moved back towards the desk. He felt you snort before laughing. That caused you to clench around his check, and he had to bite his lip hard to stop himself from bucking up into you.
“You were serious!?” You teased. “Emmrich, it's so late, I just want to sleep.”
“Then sleep here, my dear.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. Keep us both warm, and when I'm done, I'll take you to bed.”
He did not miss the way you squeezed around him. He had to lift the pen up from the paper. His hand shook trying to stop himself from moving.
“Promise to wake me up?” You asked, arms wrapped around his chest. He felt you rest your head on the crook of his neck. “With a kiss?”
“With a kiss.” He promised.
If I last that long. He thought.
He shuffled you both closer to the table, smiled as you tucked your knees into the sides of his armchair. The hand on the small of your back held you in place, even as you tucked your chin over his shoulder.
Emmrich liked to think he had good posture. If he didn’t, you might have fallen back on the desk. You had started with just rubbing his back, the soft sound of your breathing as you go comfortable. You did try to be coy, undulating your hips to try and grind against him. The hand on the small of your back would move, holding you tightly.
“Darling, please.” he would say, tried to keep his voice even. “I really have to finish these notes about…”
And then make something up, because had not been focusing his work. He could feel your pulse . And maybe you were right, it was cold in his office. The way your hands found a way to make his skin tingle whenever they left. The side of his face that you were pressed up against, a stark contrast to the chill on the otherside of his face.
The first sign that you had actually fallen asleep is when your hands stopped moving. You tucked them into the back of his pants, thumbs rubbing against the sacral dimples he had. You had once called them Sylaise divots. He smiled at the memory, the story of how the goddess of hearth and healing had molded a figure from clay for a spirit to take over. Your thumbs fit perfectly in them, even as they stopped moving.
The second sign was the weight on his shoulder got heavier. You adjusted, lips pressed against his pulse point. Emmrich felt his cock jump, even buried in you. The soft huff as your breathing slowed down, the flutter of eyelids against his skin as they shut. He leaned to the other side, just enough so that your head wouldn’t roll off. After all, it would be a rather rude awakening.
The last sign was the soft snore. Emmrich, at that point, had given up trying to finish whatever letter he might have been working on. He slowly leaned back in his chair, spread his legs as slowly as he could. You sunk down on his cock, and he had to hold his breath as he felt you drip down his balls. The soft whimper he let out, he was afraid you would wake up.
But you didn’t.
With a kiss? You had asked. Like you were some princess in a fairy tale. Emmrich rubbed your back, closed his eyes just to feel you squeeze every so often on his cock. This should be torture, forced to stay still, to be buried in your cunt and not be able to move. But instead… it was an odd meditative state. He moved his hands under the shirt you had stolen. Dragged fingers and knuckles against your skin.
You whined in your sleep, arms tightening around his middle as you buried your head deeper into his neck. Emmrich could not help the smile on his face, even if he was losing feeling in his legs. He shut his eyes again, moved one hand to cup the back of your skull. Fingernails that brushed through your hair. He turned his head, just to breathe you in-
Someone was coming down the stairs. His eyes snapped open, only to see it was Lucanis. The crow got all the way to the foot of the stairs before he stopped. The necromancer stared, halla stuck in a trap, at the Crow.
Lucanis blinked. Oh Maker, what the hell did he see? Could he see? You were in Emmrich’s shirt; his own shirt was unbuttoned, as you laid skin to skin with him. Did the desk hide that Emmrich was buried to the hilt in you?
The audible sound of something wet dropping. Emmrich felt his face go red, even as he kept a straight face. Lucanis was just standing there. Wasn’t even blinking.
“Asleep?” the Crow finally whispered across the room.
All Emmrich could do was nod slowly. You stirred from the movement. He took a deep breath through his nose as you squeezed around him. Shit, shit, SHIT!
“I’ll ask tomorrow.” Lucanis said, already walking back up the stairs. “Good job, getting them to sleep. We have been trying all night.”
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit .
Emmrich let out his breath steady through his mouth, the grip on your hip tightening. Why on earth did he think this was relaxing. Lucanis gave one last final wave before going up the stairs. Emmrich stared at his hand after he waved back for some stupid, panicked reason.
You sighed as you clenched around his cock again. He could feel your dripping down his balls, now that the horror of Lucanis walking in on the two of you was over. His hands were shaking. The one still on the back of your neck squeezed, ever so slightly. You whimpered, clenching around his cock even more. The hand on your hip moved, found where you and him were joined. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt how soaked you were. He kissed your shoulder as his long fingers pressed against your lower stomach. He moaned at the idea of feeling himself, of knowing what doing this did to you when you were awake.
Your body remembered at least, and it only made him whimper as he kissed the shell of your ear. He continued to kiss you, your shoulder, your neck, your jaw. Even your cheek as he started to babble.
“My dear, please, wake up.” he whispered, his knee bouncing. “Darling, my love, sweetheart? Fuck, please, please wake up.”
“Emm…”
“I’m right here, my love.” he had to take a few more breathes, left bruises on your hip as he forced himself to not cum. “Darling, wake up!”
He felt you smile against his skin, hands moving up to his shoulderblades. It was one thing feeling you relax and tighten around his cock in your sleep; it was another when you pulled your thighs close around his hips.
“Morning,” you cooed.
He didn’t let you finish. He kissed you, frantic and open-mouthed as he sat back up, pulling you impossibly closer. You gasped, only to moan when the hand on your lower stomach moved closer. You let go of his back, one hand moving to his hair, the other finding your clit. Emmrich wanted to cry; his legs had fallen asleep. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to. And you felt so good, even if all he was able to manage was holding on to your hips, hands frantic as they touched you wherever he could.
“Emm-”
“Fuck, please cum.” he cried. “Please, I’m so close. I need you to come with me, darling. Yes, just like that .”
You pulled back, eyes bright as he fell apart underneath you. And then your mouth went slack, the slick sounds of you rubbing your clit the only thing he could hear. Emmrich whined into your mouth as he came. He buried his head in your chest as he did, legs numb and unable to buck up into you.
You shushed him, only to twitch and cum yourself. You were trapped, between his arms around you and your knees locked in place by the armrests. He mouthed at your nipple when you shook from your orgasm. He pulled it into his mouth as he took over with rolling your clit between his fingers. You pulled at his hair, whispering his name until you were screaming it. You came again, and he moaned as he felt it drip down his balls.
It was so much, but still not enough. You pushed at his shoulders, and finally managed to get your legs unstuck. All he could do was hang on as you rocked back and forth in his lap. He was so deep, barely an inch leaving you fucked yourself on him.
“That’s it, darling.” he panted. “Fuck, take what you need. Does that feel good?”
“Y-yeah. Shit. Emm, you feel so good.”
“I should keep you here.” he breathed. “I’d never get any work done, but you felt so good. Nearly fell asleep myself.”
“Emmrich,” you locked your fingers behind his neck. “Emm, move, please.”
“No, no.” he teased. “I don’t think I will.”
He giggled as you whined. He still couldn’t feel his legs. If he could, he would have already moved, fucked you on the desk. You were so tight around him, it was so much. He gasped as you kissed him again, clenching around his cock like a vice. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, moaning loud enough for it to echo. You take the chance to slip your tongue in his mouth, whimpering right back as your body convulsed again.
To anyone else, it might have looked like the two of you were trying to crawl into the other’s skin. He mouthed at your jaw as you both came down, his cock softening inside of you. He moaned when you squeezed your legs around his waist, made sure he didn’t leave you.
“My dear,” he whispered. “I need to-”
“You feel so good in me.” you sighed. “Can we sleep like this?”
“… Lucanis walked in while you were sleeping.”
A heavy pause.
“I don’t think he saw anything?” Emmrich said, forcing his sudden yawn back. “But… I’d rather not want a repeat of that.”
You were still quiet. He leaned his head back to look at you. Your eyes were wide, but he didn’t know if it was horror, embarrassment, or both? And then felt you clench around his soft cock inside of you. He stared at you, wide-eyed.
“… Really?” he whispered harshly. “After we just-”
“What did you tell him?”
“I- I panicked!”
You snorted. And then laughed, head resting against his bare chest. Ear to his heart. Emmrich rolled his eyes, and pinched your thigh.
“Darling, I do love you,” He kissed your temple. “Loved this, really. But my legs are asleep.”
“So you weren’t just being lazy, huh?”
“I would never be lazy when it comes to fucking you.”
He smiled at the fine sheen of sweat that decorated your body.
“Besides,” he kissed the corner of your eye. “I believe someone promised me a bed.”
You sighed, clearly not ready to get up. Emmrich kissed the corner of your mouth, your bottom lip. Tilted your head up so he could repeat the action on the other side of your face. All the while, you kept him in you. He moaned as you reflexively squeezed around him when he kissed the shell of your ear.
“Five more minutes,” he murmured into the next kiss, turning your head back with his thumb and forefinger on your chin. “And then you have to get off.”
“Should I rub your legs?” you teased.
“Not while I’m between yours.” he teased back.