oh i say this is quite horrendous

penis serious penis delirious

characters: razor, asph

deimos i hate you /j

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lightly pressing its head upon the wood of its desk, an attempt to drown out the cacophony of its surroundings promptly failed as of recent, razor remained shaky in its seat. no attempt at soothing itself had resulted in success, now only leaving a blatant headache lingering for hours, now turning to the cold below to at least change something. aches clawed within its flesh and had done for too long now, practically withering away whether that be mentally or physically. one could say its exaggeration, it would claim its truthful. by now, the tedious feel of scanning papers for anything remotely useful or listening to idiotic comments from those working had began to set in.

some form of remedy must be found.
urgently.
something to calm the nerves of such an unruly minded beast.

theres a light knock, progressively increasing in volume and aggression as it complains, grasping at the horns on its head for a moment as if to keep its annoyance contained. a sweet voice called out from outside, wishing entrance, its tone now slightly bothered by razors lack of respect. it seems impatient.

'alright, alright, i get it, quit it already.' they state before dragging themselves out of the chair they had remained in for so long, stretching a little before setting eyes upon the other.

asphyxia, gazing up at the other, arms crossed. theres a moment of silence between the two before a giggle pierces the awkwardness, now molding into something more regular, more homely in a place thats so grey.
"whaaat, do you really think i'd be mad at you? its fine i promise, i know what's been up. louder than it is back home," it mumbles, attempting to keep quiet as if to not start something.

"i know. jesus christ." the taller man groans to himself a little, rolling its shoulders back in an attempt to relieve something pent up to no avail, resulting in a head tilt from the other. "i can hardly take another minute in here, feels awful."

"... I mean... perhaps I could help cheer you up? While I'm here at least. I was going to check up on you anyways so..."

Theres a hint of curiosity that jumps between the two of them, questions pooling where problems once lied previously. Razor shifts its weight onto each foot, face melting into something warmer, now a small smile managing to etch there. It proceeds: "w,, well spending time with you wouldve,, helped anyways. however i insist, do tell me what you have planned."

its quickly ushered into the now muffled room, door gently closed behind them almost in an instant, the flick of a tail influencing each simple action. theres a satisfying click. pulling at the mans hips, the more feline figure gazes up, eyes fixated on something so easy to embrace, something so kissable.

'how about... you let me do some work, hm?'
it gulps, yet obliges, allowing for contact.

silk drifts upon its lips, something of such a divine flavour remaining none would turn away, delving deeper into the feeling with each passing second. the smaller one attempts to stand on its tiptoes for easier access, only just managing to slip its way to sweetness. in a hasty move, due to a lack of flexibility, it chooses to thrust the other back upon its desk with one paw, guiding it to its fate. razor refuses to intervene with the matter, allowing each touch and grasp, whether it be hesitantly pulling off the coat it had tried ever so hard to keep pristine or subtly moving downwards as to leave tender marks across its neck.
something of its stature wouldnt have been expected to become so soft so quickly, struggling to keep itself from humming just a little, flesh so sensitive from neglect that anything would make it go wild. no objecting or violent gesture comes from it this once, only sighs of relief.

'more like that please. kiss me,, more. please.'
'sure, honey. <3'

it swoons a little, efforts to remain composed still quite clear, so tender under anothers hands: hands pulling it closer, hands searching for anything familiar, hands pulling off clothing. hands. complete submission is asserted over such a powerful form with such ease, swiftness of the actions passing quickly, now longing for indulgence with hazy panting.

the executioner, planted down onto its own desk carefully, hips now lifted slightly by the other, such a gentle gesture. body cherished almost as if one of the disciples claimed as its own.
(thats gaymos)

'god please.'
'you really needed this huh?'

oh and thats all ur getting btw deimos like died after writing this /j