[well, harry's certainly in for a very pleasant surprise. his brows knit together for a few moments as he feels the slickness against his finger--prodding against him only to realize that teddy's already taken the liberty of preparing himself. his lips part, finger stilling a little in wonder.]
My, what have we here? Someone's taken a few liberties tonight.
[harry resumes his experimental little venture, slowly starting to push the tip of his index finger inside that tight heat, but that's not all. he takes his free hand and gives him another slap on his rump, hoping he'll feel teddy clench around him.]
Anything is quite a lot to offer. Fortunately you have just what I need--right here.
[No one could accuse Teddy of not thinking if everything when it came to this. Dressed up pretty and prepped for the ‘consequences’. This had meant to lead to this, though Teddy could have never dreamed it would end up just like this. He’s not even really been touched where he just needs it, but if the wetness soaking Harry’s trouser leg is anything to go by he doesn’t need it.
If anything the neglect to his cock makes it hotter. Makes the touches he gets else where so much better.]
Anything, sir. Please, I-
[Teddy ruts himself against Harry as best he can, pushing into the finger teasing, barely stretching him. He’s cut off by the next slap, weeping at the blooming pain as his body clutches at the long digit inside him desperately.]
Ha-Harry, please.
[At this point Teddy isn’t trying to misbehave by using his name, he’s just overcome by everything. He feels crazy, lost, drowning in the duel stinging if his ass and the need to be filled by Harry’s thick cock. He needs it, needs him.]
[harry can't be too cruel--not when teddy is outright sobbing and trembling involuntarily with each blow harry gives him. it does pull at his finger--like it wants to suck him all the way up to his knuckles, as greedy a thing as he knows teddy himself to be. he pulls the boy a little more firmly across his lap, surely dragging his wet prick in the process. it splays teddy's arse a little more openly across him, and also gives harry the added benefit of seeing the back of teddy's flushed bollocks from where they're stuck between his thighs and harry's knees.
rather than keep tormenting him by smacks on his already so clearly abused arse, harry keeps one finger inside him, shallowly thrusting while the other tap, tap, taps against his balls. not quite smacks, but not just pats of his hand either. it's meant to make him realize how full and leaking he is, to heighten his sensitivity even further.]
It's alright Edward--shhh. Let me have a look at how nicely you swallow me up.
[He might not talk anymore, but if Harry thought he was crying before, Teddy sobs brokenly, yet moans through the tears. Every touch, every push of his finger inside of him, his nerves are on fire and he feels like he could come at any second.
Teddy just wished Harry would fuck him with those lovely fingers harder. The teasing isn't quite enough to finish him, right on the brink, but he's teetering on the edge and all he can do is whimper pathetically, ass trying to draw those fingers in deeper.]
[there's a small part of him that wants to pull teddy into his arms and sooth his poor abused bottom, wipe his tears away and tell him he'd never want to see him cry like this. he'd never want to really hurt him or have him want for anything.
but that darker part of him loves hearing him beg, pushed to tears and needing this heavier hand, this harder part of him he's kept tucked away. and the way he clenches around him--christ. harry lets out a soft shhh and lets another finger push inside on a hard thrust, scissoring and stretching that tight little hole.]
[Harry finally blesses him by adding another finger, thrusting hard and spreading him open and fuck. The sound that leaves him is a man who's been surrounded by sand for months and just found water. It's so good, it's so good and he needs more.
Teddy attempts to speak, but all he can do for a moment is stutter out some nonsense noises while his arse does it's best to keep a tight hold on the long fingers inside it. After his few broken attempts to speak Teddy finally gets something out.]
C-Come, I-- Harry I need to.
[His tongue feels heavy in his mouth as he tries to get out what he wants, needs. Pushing himself up a little, as much as he can in his position, he'll reach a hand down between himself and Harry's lap, another attempt to touch himself. He's so hard, the way Harry had teased his balls only made that startling apparent and he just needed a little more attention there. Just needed that relief.]
[jesus, he’s never heard teddy sound so fucking desperate, so absolutely wrecked and needing just any little thing harry is willing to give. he wonders if something will fundamentally change after this, or if they’ll just go back to their pleasantries and certainly no-less satisfying sex. but now that he’s been given such a pretty picture of his lover’s cherry red arse and needy cries, he doesn’t know if he can just fall back into a comfortable norm. there’s no use trying to make out just how fucked up that means he is—he’s got a job to do.
one teddy nearly wants to finish himself. he wrenches his fingers out, watching teddy’s pretty little arsehole clench and tremble at the loss. but it’s only so he can deliver a sharp and punishing slap against his already abused skin. and if that’s not enough to dissuade him from trying to reach for his own cock—harry wrenches him up into a sitting position, straddled around his thighs.]
Put your arms around my shoulders, Edward. If you move them anywhere else within the duration of me fucking you blind, I will stand up and leave you on the bed all by yourself.
[He should expect the spank but Teddy is at the point where he’s all pain and pleasure with his nerves on fire, critical thinking isn’t something he can accomplish right now. His poor sore bottom complains at him when he’s sat upright on his lover’s lap, arms linked around his shoulders as told.
He can’t get comfortable, but that’s not the point of this. He nods numbly, all sniffles and hiccups, before his mind catches entire what Harry said. Teddy’s bottom lip pouts out, quivering, as he looks at Harry with those big sad eyes of his.]
Not blind, Harry, love looking at you so much.
[Obviously Harry didn’t actually mean it, but Teddy is wrecked and an emotional mess.]
[oh. that nearly gives harry pause, has him wondering why on earth he wants to treat his sweet, adorable lover so cruelly. it has his chest clenching with affection, a tiny bit of guilt where he cups teddy's cheek and brings him in for a soft kiss--an echo of the gentleness he's used to. his thumb swipes under his eyes, catching on the telltale wetness of tears. but it's when he hears teddy's voice, catching on little hiccups and soft and vulnerable.
god, harry wants to swallow him whole.
he presses another kiss to him for good measure, hands at his hips and stroking softly, soothingly.]
Of course not my darling. I'm going to give you what you wanted all evening, isn't that right?
[he's broken character a little, eyes soft and searching as he looks at teddy straight on. but he needs to know he's still alright with this--that he still wants to keep going after how rough harry's been. harry's torn between wanting to fuck him until he's a melted jumble of limbs across his bed and hold him tenderly all night.]
[Teddy had long since broken character and at this point he could care less about any of it, but the tenderness he's given momentarily is wonderful and he drinks it all in, eyes closing, face tilted slightly into the brush of Harry's thumb along his cheek. When his eyes open again he's nodding, looking into Harry's one eye as he seems to be wanting to know if he's alright.
He is, he's good, he'll be okay. By god he doesn't want Harry to stop.]
Yes, sir.
[A sniffle, mostly because his nose is runny from crying. He must look a horrible mess right now.]
[it's rather lovely to see teddy like this--needy for the things he normally just tolerates in harry. or maybe they really have grown past it and it's genuine? harry can't say for sure, and it's not the sort of thing you just bring up in conversation. he'll take this for now and no doubt this'll be something added to their repertoire in the future.
harry presses a soft kiss to his cheek, another small reward and promise that he still has the same gentleness in him even if he's been rough tonight. but it's far from over--not when harry reaches down while he's distracted to unzip his fly and maneuver out his cock. he's been patient enough--there's no time he wants to waste removing his trousers entirely. and seeing as teddy has already done him the solid favour of pre-paring, there's no need to draw it out any further. harry hoists teddy up by his waist, fingers digging slightly into his hips and arse, lifting him with ease before he settles teddy in line with it.
normally he'd take his time, go slow and let teddy breathe and set the pace. but this time he's the one in charge, teddy is clinging to him because he's been instructed to, but harry wants him to really dig in like he needs to. so he pushes in--fluid, unrelenting until he's balls deep and he can feel teddy's body struggling to bottom out around him. he half wishes he had the good sense to put a mirror behind them so he could see the way teddy's cherry red cheeks are clenching around him, framing between his legs, but this isn't his set up.
most especially he's keen to hear teddy keep on wailing.]
You're so fucking tight around me, Edward. There's a good boy.
[It's a good thing he had prepared for this, for all that Harry had played with his pretty little asshole it wasn't nearly enough to be ready for his cock. Even now Teddy wasn't sure if it was. Harry is above average in girth and even prepared he can feel the stretch of him as he starts to lower him, fingers clutching tight in the fabric of his suit jacket.
He's not going to tell him to stop or slow down, he doesn't mind the slight pain as he bottoms out in him far too quick, mixed with the soreness of his poor red cheeks it works out perfectly. He sings lovely for Harry, soft 'ahs' stuttering out of him into a long whine as he clenches around the thickness that fits snugly inside him.
He'll breathe out Harry's name in a broken sob, sounding more like a prayer than anything to worry about. Move, dear god move. Fuck him till he can't think beyond weeping his name.]
[harry breathes hard into his ear, licking at the shell of his ear before nipping it between his teeth and nosing in to do the same to his jaw and the crook of his neck. teddy doesn't have to wait long to get his wish--harry is determined to have him either choked up from the sensation or yanking pleading noises and whispers of his name out of teddy's throat. he lifts teddy again, enough that he nearly slips out in another slow drag before he thrusts back up with the same hard intentions and a filthy, audible slap of skin. keep this up and the only marks teddy will have on his bum aren't going to just be from his hands.]
How does that feel, mm? Is this what you were thinking of when you stretched yourself open for me? All by yourself, pulling on those sinful red panties of yours.
[he could tease how inappropriate that is for an employee--a secretary--to be fantasizing about the boss, but they're well beyond those roles. this is just him and harry now.]
I can tell you missed me. I can feel it.
[another hard thrust, harry lifting his hips practically up off where he's seated to do it. he'll throw his back out like that one of these days, but while he still can, god he wants to fucking ruin his young lover.]
[Feeling Harry almost pull out of him Teddy whimpers, clinging onto him tighter, body clenching around him desperately. Don't leave him yet, don't stop, is what it all means, nodding his head and eeking out gasps of 'yes' to the questions asked of him.
He missed Harry anytime he was gone, he loved his company and he loved being fucked by him. Fucked absolutely out of his mind, which sure he'd been with plenty of men, but no one fucked him like Harry Hart. No one could hold a candle to him. In many many ways. Not just sexual.]
Can't stand when you're gone, Harry.
[Breathed against his neck, messy lipstick staining his skin like blood.]
Ah god, I want to feel you still when you're gone.
[Teddy wants Harry to fuck the shape of his cock into his insides.]
[it's not like teddy hasn't said as much before--at least about missing his cock. but usually it's just that--something sexual, not breathed out so reverently, not with such sincerity while teddy is clinging to him tighter than ever before. harry can feel it from the inside out, the way his body resists against harry's absence before he slams back in and keeps up the punishing pace. but it only seems to drive teddy further into his own thoughts and needy little declarations.
he presses a few more hot kisses against the crook of teddy's neck as well, long since given up on the thought of his shirt staying clean through this. any lipstick he gets on it will just be a souvenir--maybe he can even give it to teddy to wear around the house when he really isn't around since it'll still smell like his cologne and sweat.]
Be careful what you wish for, my darling. You may not be able to walk tomorrow.
[said with a particularly brutal thrust, a hard grip at his hips while harry just takes of his poor abused arse. but then a little sweeter, murmured into his ear:]
I'll take such good care of you, now--then. I'm not going anywhere, and neither is my cock.
[Teddy will wear the shirt like a medal, a prized possession he's earned every stitch of. Even once it's cleaned, still stained no doubt, it'll be his new lounging about the house shirt. Probably with a small dab of Harry's cologne on it just to make it that much better.
And god he hopes he can't walk tomorrow. Harry just fucks his legs right out from under him for the day and he can only snuggle up in bed with the phantom feeling of his beautiful cock in his arse.
The way Harry is gripping him so tight he hopes to see bruises on his hips in the morning, to feel the soreness. He knows that most would find that terrible, but he's always been a little off. A little mad. Now he's mad for Harry Hart, his cries of pleasure muffled against his neck, his name spoken like a prayer when he's not babbling nonsense.
Yes, Harry, stay with me. Oh please, Harry.
But by this point he's mostly got Harry's name on his tongue.]
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My, what have we here? Someone's taken a few liberties tonight.
[harry resumes his experimental little venture, slowly starting to push the tip of his index finger inside that tight heat, but that's not all. he takes his free hand and gives him another slap on his rump, hoping he'll feel teddy clench around him.]
Anything is quite a lot to offer. Fortunately you have just what I need--right here.
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If anything the neglect to his cock makes it hotter. Makes the touches he gets else where so much better.]
Anything, sir. Please, I-
[Teddy ruts himself against Harry as best he can, pushing into the finger teasing, barely stretching him. He’s cut off by the next slap, weeping at the blooming pain as his body clutches at the long digit inside him desperately.]
Ha-Harry, please.
[At this point Teddy isn’t trying to misbehave by using his name, he’s just overcome by everything. He feels crazy, lost, drowning in the duel stinging if his ass and the need to be filled by Harry’s thick cock. He needs it, needs him.]
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rather than keep tormenting him by smacks on his already so clearly abused arse, harry keeps one finger inside him, shallowly thrusting while the other tap, tap, taps against his balls. not quite smacks, but not just pats of his hand either. it's meant to make him realize how full and leaking he is, to heighten his sensitivity even further.]
It's alright Edward--shhh. Let me have a look at how nicely you swallow me up.
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Teddy just wished Harry would fuck him with those lovely fingers harder. The teasing isn't quite enough to finish him, right on the brink, but he's teetering on the edge and all he can do is whimper pathetically, ass trying to draw those fingers in deeper.]
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but that darker part of him loves hearing him beg, pushed to tears and needing this heavier hand, this harder part of him he's kept tucked away. and the way he clenches around him--christ. harry lets out a soft shhh and lets another finger push inside on a hard thrust, scissoring and stretching that tight little hole.]
Cat got your tongue, Edward?
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Teddy attempts to speak, but all he can do for a moment is stutter out some nonsense noises while his arse does it's best to keep a tight hold on the long fingers inside it. After his few broken attempts to speak Teddy finally gets something out.]
C-Come, I-- Harry I need to.
[His tongue feels heavy in his mouth as he tries to get out what he wants, needs. Pushing himself up a little, as much as he can in his position, he'll reach a hand down between himself and Harry's lap, another attempt to touch himself. He's so hard, the way Harry had teased his balls only made that startling apparent and he just needed a little more attention there. Just needed that relief.]
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one teddy nearly wants to finish himself. he wrenches his fingers out, watching teddy’s pretty little arsehole clench and tremble at the loss. but it’s only so he can deliver a sharp and punishing slap against his already abused skin. and if that’s not enough to dissuade him from trying to reach for his own cock—harry wrenches him up into a sitting position, straddled around his thighs.]
Put your arms around my shoulders, Edward. If you move them anywhere else within the duration of me fucking you blind, I will stand up and leave you on the bed all by yourself.
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He can’t get comfortable, but that’s not the point of this. He nods numbly, all sniffles and hiccups, before his mind catches entire what Harry said. Teddy’s bottom lip pouts out, quivering, as he looks at Harry with those big sad eyes of his.]
Not blind, Harry, love looking at you so much.
[Obviously Harry didn’t actually mean it, but Teddy is wrecked and an emotional mess.]
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god, harry wants to swallow him whole.
he presses another kiss to him for good measure, hands at his hips and stroking softly, soothingly.]
Of course not my darling. I'm going to give you what you wanted all evening, isn't that right?
[he's broken character a little, eyes soft and searching as he looks at teddy straight on. but he needs to know he's still alright with this--that he still wants to keep going after how rough harry's been. harry's torn between wanting to fuck him until he's a melted jumble of limbs across his bed and hold him tenderly all night.]
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He is, he's good, he'll be okay. By god he doesn't want Harry to stop.]
Yes, sir.
[A sniffle, mostly because his nose is runny from crying. He must look a horrible mess right now.]
Please, sir.
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harry presses a soft kiss to his cheek, another small reward and promise that he still has the same gentleness in him even if he's been rough tonight. but it's far from over--not when harry reaches down while he's distracted to unzip his fly and maneuver out his cock. he's been patient enough--there's no time he wants to waste removing his trousers entirely. and seeing as teddy has already done him the solid favour of pre-paring, there's no need to draw it out any further. harry hoists teddy up by his waist, fingers digging slightly into his hips and arse, lifting him with ease before he settles teddy in line with it.
normally he'd take his time, go slow and let teddy breathe and set the pace. but this time he's the one in charge, teddy is clinging to him because he's been instructed to, but harry wants him to really dig in like he needs to. so he pushes in--fluid, unrelenting until he's balls deep and he can feel teddy's body struggling to bottom out around him. he half wishes he had the good sense to put a mirror behind them so he could see the way teddy's cherry red cheeks are clenching around him, framing between his legs, but this isn't his set up.
most especially he's keen to hear teddy keep on wailing.]
You're so fucking tight around me, Edward. There's a good boy.
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He's not going to tell him to stop or slow down, he doesn't mind the slight pain as he bottoms out in him far too quick, mixed with the soreness of his poor red cheeks it works out perfectly. He sings lovely for Harry, soft 'ahs' stuttering out of him into a long whine as he clenches around the thickness that fits snugly inside him.
He'll breathe out Harry's name in a broken sob, sounding more like a prayer than anything to worry about. Move, dear god move. Fuck him till he can't think beyond weeping his name.]
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How does that feel, mm? Is this what you were thinking of when you stretched yourself open for me? All by yourself, pulling on those sinful red panties of yours.
[he could tease how inappropriate that is for an employee--a secretary--to be fantasizing about the boss, but they're well beyond those roles. this is just him and harry now.]
I can tell you missed me. I can feel it.
[another hard thrust, harry lifting his hips practically up off where he's seated to do it. he'll throw his back out like that one of these days, but while he still can, god he wants to fucking ruin his young lover.]
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He missed Harry anytime he was gone, he loved his company and he loved being fucked by him. Fucked absolutely out of his mind, which sure he'd been with plenty of men, but no one fucked him like Harry Hart. No one could hold a candle to him. In many many ways. Not just sexual.]
Can't stand when you're gone, Harry.
[Breathed against his neck, messy lipstick staining his skin like blood.]
Ah god, I want to feel you still when you're gone.
[Teddy wants Harry to fuck the shape of his cock into his insides.]
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he presses a few more hot kisses against the crook of teddy's neck as well, long since given up on the thought of his shirt staying clean through this. any lipstick he gets on it will just be a souvenir--maybe he can even give it to teddy to wear around the house when he really isn't around since it'll still smell like his cologne and sweat.]
Be careful what you wish for, my darling. You may not be able to walk tomorrow.
[said with a particularly brutal thrust, a hard grip at his hips while harry just takes of his poor abused arse. but then a little sweeter, murmured into his ear:]
I'll take such good care of you, now--then. I'm not going anywhere, and neither is my cock.
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And god he hopes he can't walk tomorrow. Harry just fucks his legs right out from under him for the day and he can only snuggle up in bed with the phantom feeling of his beautiful cock in his arse.
The way Harry is gripping him so tight he hopes to see bruises on his hips in the morning, to feel the soreness. He knows that most would find that terrible, but he's always been a little off. A little mad. Now he's mad for Harry Hart, his cries of pleasure muffled against his neck, his name spoken like a prayer when he's not babbling nonsense.
Yes, Harry, stay with me. Oh please, Harry.
But by this point he's mostly got Harry's name on his tongue.]