Is It Love or Is It Lust?

Chapter 2

(Sorry this may not be the best! I'm still learning the flow of this story, and this may take some time. I'm relatively new to writing and want to learn how to be better. Thank you for reading!)

IMPORTANT NOTE: this chapter is NSFW!! Please skip if you don't like NSFW.

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The cold, somewhat harsh conditions of Rougefort's cell made them start to regret their actions.

Sure, prison wasn't made to be comfortable, as it was designed to make you feel remorseful for your crimes, but it was a lot more inconvenient than they were expecting. The cold temperature of the metal bench they took temporary residence on made them wince and the uncomfortably stiff beds made them sore every morning.

But this separation from regular society gave them lots of free time. And with this free time, they began to think about their attorney a little harder, their curiosity getting the better of them. The nature of Langue de Chat caused a sudden and intense feeling of intrigue in Rougefort's mind that they couldn't seem to shake.

Langue de Chat was different from most cookies. It probably sounds corny or cliché, but it's true.

Rougefort's mind slowly began to wander from Langue de Chat's persona and began to focus on his body instead. It made them feel like a pervert thinking about him that way, but they couldn't help it. And besides, they were in prison. Too late to act like a good citizen now. Might as well entertain the fantasy.

Something about his appearance was absolutely beautiful. Langue de Chat's vermilion suit clung to him tightly, allowing you to get a tasteful glimpse of what was underneath. His gentle green eyes complimented the saturation of the suit and gave something more subtle for you to look at. His smile radiated confidence and determination, too, which really calms your nerves.

The sudden memory of his appearance made their heart flutter in their chest.

Considering they didn't have a cellmate due to his alleged theft, they were technically alone. And since they were alone, they could take care of their pervy thoughts about their attorney.

Maybe being accused of grand larceny wasn't all that bad.

Rougefort reached for a nearby pillow and gently wiggled out of the lower half of their uniform. They quietly whined at the plush texture against their hardened dick, clutching to the bench they were sitting on to cope with the intensity.

Slowly, they began to stroke themselves. Every stroke got faster as time moved forward, but they were still cautious about getting caught. It would be quite embarrassing to explain to someone that you were literally masturbating in a jail cell because the thought of your lawyer gets you hard. Is it even normal to be attracted to your lawyer?

Meh, who cares. This will just be their little secret. The thought of Langue de Chat's persuasive words got them even hornier as they went faster and faster. The sound of his voice in their internal monologue made them even more desperate for release. Just imagining how Langue de Chat would react to such depravity made him shiver. Would he be angry? Disgusted? Disappointed? Concerned?

Or would he embrace it?

Would Langue de Chat accept the sheer amount of lust his own client felt towards him? Would he reciprocate?

The sound of wet slapping got louder and louder as they neared an orgasm. The thought of Langue de Chat entertaining their fantasies made them quietly whimper into the pillow hiding the lewd scene. What would it be like? To have their lawyer pinning them down on the desk inside his office, breathing down their neck, whispering the most humiliating things to tease them? To have their lawyer bending them over, filling them up with his warm and thick cock?

Eventually, they let out a particularly loud moan as pearly white ropes of cum painted the floor.

This was going to be a pain in the ass to clean.

They tossed the pillow to the side and got up, searching for some kind of cloth to clean with.