Love Sounds

Office Affairs

You walk around the office, your ponytail going back and forth, the steady movement giving you some comfort.

Sharp eyes burn your back as you are shifting through the room, sometimes meeting your own in electric seconds.

You sigh deeply.

"What is it Hawks? Why are you staring at me?" You ask, crossing your arms and leaning on the side of his desk. Those sharp golden hawkey-like eyes look up at your face in dense concentration.

Suddenly he sighs too, messing up his hair and resting his elbows on his knees, his wings flopping down in defeat.

"Sorry ___, I am on heat and I really shouldn't be near any attractive people" He murmurs, hands covering his face in frustration.

You look away, your face warming up at what he said, a rebellious idea popping up on your head.

"I... I don't mind on helping you with that too" You say, putting away the last stack of papers from his last arresting of villains.

You can feel his gaze grow heavy, almost animalistic. His wings straighten under your gaze, suddenly all too aware of your movements.

You walk around him, turning his chair to you as you stand between his legs. Your index finger finding itself under his chin, turning his head up to meet your eyes properly.

You sit on his lap shyly, his eyes trained on you the whole time.

He puts his hands one on your thigh and the other on your waist, flushing you up agaisnt him.

He breathes near your ear, nibbling at your earing slightly, his wings encasing you both on a particular space, "Are you sure?"

He asks on a hoarse voice already, the sound sending a shiver down to your heat. You turn your head, your lips brushing his briefly before he attacks you on a hot french kiss.

His hand wanders inside your pencil skirt, the coldness of it contrasting with the warmth between your thighs.

"What are you okay with?" He whispers the question, slowly positioning his hand on top of your core massaging it slightly,.

"Can I leave hickeys...? Tease you into begging..? Have you on your knees..? What? Tell me ___" He moans as you shift on his lap, your ass creating friction on his strained pants.

You moan in response as his fingers find your clit, pressing on it relentlessly. You entertwine your fingers on his messy wind up hair, pushing it slightly back so you have access to his jaw and neck.

"Do you like hickeys?" You whisper ask to him, sucking down on his neck the instant he growls a yes.

"Mark me all babe, for today I am yours" He breathes on your ear, licking your lobe lazily.

He occupies himself by taking off your skirt, his hands already inside your panties.

You gasp as he puts two fingers in, stroking you slowly. You press your hips down, your heat brushing on his boner harshly. His hips buck up in response, looking for more of that friction.

You moan lowly as you feel his mouth on your jugular, his sharp teeth leaving a marked trail from your neck to the top of your chest.

"Can I take those off chica? Would you like me to?" He dirty talks to you, messing with your bra's hook, his tongue leaving a trail through your chest near the crook of your breasts.

"Sure" You breahtly says before kissing him, your tongue fighting his to explore each other's mouth. Your chest feels cold when your bra falls off, but soon it is replaced by his hand, pinching your erected buds fervently.