Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

Thigh fixation (crime au)

A/N: during their first time

Jonathan's tongue was left exploring his mouth, probing, tasting him for the bittersweet man he was, pulling him by the collar (God, he loved how much power that gave him). He tugged until they were standing behind his desk- a higher desk normally meant for standing because the little shit didn't know how to sit still- which had a convenient wall in the front, blocking one's view had they been at the door.

"What about-" Jonathan interrupted his own words with kisses, "Ramos and Jackso-"

"Mmm," Lin hummed as Groff went for his neck, spacing out a little too much in his current state of desire. "They won't bother us."

Jonathan pulled back. They were already under the desk, Jon hovering over Lin. Based off his tone (Groff had picked up on the tiniest details, helping him determine the intent behind Miranda's words) he was speaking from experience.

"How many people have you brought under here?" he teased, poking him in the collarbone, a malicious grin across his lips. Miranda scoffed, turning pink.

"Ugh," he groaned as Jonathan moved down to his chest, "you're so aggravating."

Once the buttons on Jon's shirt were worked open by scrambling, tired fingers, he finally had full access to those broad, defined shoulder blades. He marvelled as his fingers curved over them, dips deepening as they pulled together at his touch. He brought a hand up the middle of them, revelling the way it caved in, creating a little dimple. Miranda didn't believe in perfect, anything good, really- but he couldn't think of anything other than the idea that his hands were meant to be here. It was a terrible thought and he couldn't get enough.

His breath hitched and he let out a sigh, now fully understanding his vulnerability in this situation. His knees had pulled up to cage him in and that may've been his first mistake but it wasn't like he could help it, like it was intentional.

In this position, Jonathan now had full access to his thighs and he wouldn't be the guy he was if he didn't take advantage of that.

If Jon was being honest, he hadn't before taken this feature into consideration- Lin's thighs. Granted, how could he? Everything leading up to this moment had been bottled up, pushed aside, coped with through teasing and petty bickering. He'd barely allowed himself to indulge in the idea of kissing him, letting alone anything else.

They were soft in a way he didn't expect. The feeling made his fingers tingle, his focus weakening, a bit hazy. And he couldn't stop feeling them.

Lin could feel Jonathan's pulse through his thumbs as they made contact with the underside of his thighs, caressing, squeezing. His heart was racing. Miranda would've laughed had he not felt the same.

Miranda's lip quivered as Jonathan's hands roamed, letting out shaky breaths. He was squirming, shivering. And then his nails dug in, scratching and Lin gasped. His eyelids closed on their own account at the sudden sensation. Out in the distance (Lin was far too out of it to focus on anything) he heard- and felt- Jonathan let out a chuckle that turned into a growl before he went back in for his lips.

He went on scratching, then soothing the underside of his thighs, slowly moving up, ghosting his fingertips, drinking all the little sounds coming from Lin that edged him on.

If Miranda thought Jonathan's hands were a wonder- rough and determined on their own account- he was not ready for his mouth. The contrast between cold, goosebump caresses and the warm, soft (he hated how soft Jonathan's lips were) contact, sucking softly on his inner thigh was so great.

Thoughts were few and his pride was lost somewhere in the pleasure- but he did find half a mind to think back on how no one had ever paid so much attention (or even worse, worship) to a part of his body, so strongly and he keened low in his chest at the realization.

And the worst part about it: Jonathan was so focused, furrowing his brow and he was so determined. As if he was enjoying this more than he was and Lin- how the hell was he supposed to react to that?!

Time seemed to be passing by slower and Miranda didn't understand. He didn't understand and that was making him squirm, restless. He couldn't stop moving, shaking and Jonathan held him down by his upper left thigh. Lin's eyes shot open and he leaned up on his elbows, gulping as he met blue eyes, glaring.

"Calm down, you restless little brat," he scowled and dove back down to the hickey he'd been working on before he was so rudely interrupted.

That's how it went the rest of the night. Slow and Lin wasn't used to that. Normally sex was meant (at least in his mind) to be fast, an instant stress reliever. And it wasn't that they were gentle with each other either, no. There was no mercy by all means. But his mind couldn't stop hyperfocusing on the little intimate moments, facial expressions.

When it was all over, Miranda felt a strange sense of relief. He hadn't realized how much he needed this and- as usual after things like this- he was exhausted.

Fortunately, Miranda's room was right across from his office- which made sense considering how often he was in his office- and Jonathan bunched up their clothes, pulling him out from under the desk before walking over to crack open the door. He didn't hear anything, it seemed like the coast was clear so he motioned for Lin to follow. Miranda was moving slow- slower than usual and Groff heard an obnoxious yawn behind him as he sauntered over to the bed, basking in his own afterglow. He turned around.

"Ugh, stop smirking it's annoying," Miranda groaned, stretching, leaning on Jonathan's shoulder as he came over to help him out. He held onto him as he stumbled over to the bed.

When they got under the sheets, Jonathan suddenly remembered it might be a good idea to clean up. His muscles tensed, ready to sit up but Lin's arm stopped him. He looked over to find Miranda was only half awake.

"Wha-" he started.

"Don' say anything," Lin slurred, nuzzling into his chest. Jonathan was baffled, confused to say the least, having never seen this side of him but- then again he was barely awake. No doubt he'd forget, if not pretend to.