[He tips his pelvis, sitting further back on his tailbone in a not so subtle gesture that Chilton's welcome to explore that area as much as he wants. Just keep doing what he's doing. With his jeans at least one size too big for him, they're already riding low on his barely existent hips, and it's honestly a surprise they've stayed up as long as they have without a belt.]
What you expectin' now, huh? Whaddya want out of our little session, doc?
[With Chilton's teeth at his throat, Cass willingly opens up to the action, shoulders rolling back, his leather jacket slipping off them, and head tilting as he presents a long neck ready for exploration. There's no hesitation on his end, not with a healing ability that'd shrug off any and all attacks soon enough, but it doesn't stop the eager hitch of his breath.
His hands keep their fascination a little more above the belt, releasing his fisted grip on that shirt fabric to messily work at the buttons, simultaneously tugging the shirt off while letting his hands explore the now bared torso before him.]
[A moment of hesitance -- and then he remembers the fight he had with Raina, when they agreed to indulge in extracurricular activities. He remembered her scorn, her desperation, her fury. And Chilton pulled at Cassidy's trousers, liberating him from them.]
I don't know.
[He breathed the words against Cassidy's throat, warm and loaded. A certain hunger crawls into his voice. Cassidy's touch on his vulnerable chest stirs a quiet little moan from his throat, and his tongue and teeth find a pinch of skin to torment with nips and kisses. Marking his claim, as it were.]
Just a couple of mates havin' fun, is it not? Christ, we've got less an hour, it's a quickie at best.
[Those pinching teeth against his skin earn a soft snarl, something almost verging on inhuman about the noise he makes, but at least he seems to be enjoying himself. His hips lift just enough to let his jeans slide past, not brave enough to go commando without the belt, and while Chilton nips, one hand lifts to fist messily into his well styled hair.]
Now why don't you show me how good you are with that mouth of yours, then I'll get you over this fancy desk.
[There's some pressure pushing down on Chilton's head, just in case he hadn't quite got the meaning here. Smart as he may be, he'd been a little slow on the uptake previously, best to give him some physical triggers too. Not exactly romantic, but given the circumstances, he thinks it's justifiable.]
[Was it just a casual dalliance? Chilton swallowed, thinking how much easier it would be if he too saw it that way. And perhaps, at the surface level, he could swim in those terms -- but ultimately Chilton was a man prone to analysis, and he considered the implications of what he was doing here. With Cassidy. With Cassidy pressing down on his head. With Chilton's lips kissing between Cassidy's legs. His tongue teasing Cassidy's length, slicking up and down from tip to hilt.
He buckles to his knees, hands still gripping at Cassidy's hips -- but clawing now. Dragging possessive red lines down with him.
Chilton takes it all, once, twice, his tongue slicking the underside. Until he pulls off, looking Cass in the eye.]
[Casual or not, there's an affection behind Cassidy's actions, a genuineness born from swift attachment to any who display the slightest bit of interest in him. The fisted hand curled in Chilton's hair is sharp but encouraging as he lowers, eyes rolling upwards and breath catching in his throat at that wilful mouth.
It's the pause that draws him back, chin dropping to return the gaze with a lazy, appreciative smile. His other hand shifts from it's supportive grip on the desk to instead reassure, a knuckle cupping under Chiltons chin as he ghosts the pad of his thumb against his cheek in a soft, circular stroke.]
[Charming, the way Cassidy said that. Charmed Chilton enough into believing him anyway, and quickly he took that cock into his mouth again, opening his throat to take the whole. His gag reflex protested, but his tongue kept nimble darting along the veins. Savoring the taste. Teeth barely brushed -- adding just a touch of spice, no threat present. He took it to the hilt, swallowing. Saliva and velvet cheek warm against Cassidy. Fingers teased alongside hips.
And then Chilton pulled off again, his tongue licking at his lips.]
[This time his gaze stays on that slick, warmth of Chilton's mouth, breath stuttering as watches through half-lidded eyes. It's a sight he could watch all day, if only he could last that long, then again he thinks, with some amusement, that he might last that long with these small interruptions.
He hums a thoughtful little noise at the question, voice low but soft as he drags out a response.]
Far as we can, huh? You got any uh...?
[His gaze briefly flickers towards the drawers near to them. Considering his intentions from the start, Cassidy is terrible at coming prepared for this sort of thing.]
[On his person? No. In his office? His eyes glanced to the second drawer of his desk, his mouth pursing. Curious of Cassidy, to be so conscientious, so prepared. Few mortals would stop to consider a condom, and they were likely at higher risk of really suffering something transmitted. What would it take Cassidy but one bloodsucking to heal himself?
Unless...
Chilton adopted a half-smirk, one wry and suspicious.]
[There's no hiding the slow smile creeping across his own features, and the brief flash of teeth as he wrestles with the impish grin threatening to take over.]
Condoms aren't exactly a normal concern for me, doc.
[Except with women, but that doesn't exactly need clarifying right here, right now, with his dick out and Chilton on his knees before him.]
Lube, yeah. Otherwise you're gonna be doin' a whole lotta lickin'.
Second drawer there. [Chilton nodded, glancing to the drawer in question. His hands on Cassidy's thighs, he gave a groping squeeze -- enjoying it, feeling the muscles. Soaking in that otherworldly implication, no matter how human Cassidy appeared. There was something very interesting about that to him, something he liked. The secret embedded within his flesh.
Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
Well, I thought I was here to do the fuckin', is all. You suggestin' I've misread the situation a little there, Doc?
[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
[Chilton grinned, chin dipped down towards his chest. Cassidy has a rather endearing way about him, and he couldn't find the urge to argue his point -- he wasn't wrong, after all. Chilton would very clearly not be doing the fucking as much as taking it. He had more experience in taking it, after all.]
Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
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[He tips his pelvis, sitting further back on his tailbone in a not so subtle gesture that Chilton's welcome to explore that area as much as he wants. Just keep doing what he's doing. With his jeans at least one size too big for him, they're already riding low on his barely existent hips, and it's honestly a surprise they've stayed up as long as they have without a belt.]
What you expectin' now, huh? Whaddya want out of our little session, doc?
[With Chilton's teeth at his throat, Cass willingly opens up to the action, shoulders rolling back, his leather jacket slipping off them, and head tilting as he presents a long neck ready for exploration. There's no hesitation on his end, not with a healing ability that'd shrug off any and all attacks soon enough, but it doesn't stop the eager hitch of his breath.
His hands keep their fascination a little more above the belt, releasing his fisted grip on that shirt fabric to messily work at the buttons, simultaneously tugging the shirt off while letting his hands explore the now bared torso before him.]
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I don't know.
[He breathed the words against Cassidy's throat, warm and loaded. A certain hunger crawls into his voice. Cassidy's touch on his vulnerable chest stirs a quiet little moan from his throat, and his tongue and teeth find a pinch of skin to torment with nips and kisses. Marking his claim, as it were.]
I don't know what this is supposed to be.
[His hands clutch at bare hips.]
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[Those pinching teeth against his skin earn a soft snarl, something almost verging on inhuman about the noise he makes, but at least he seems to be enjoying himself. His hips lift just enough to let his jeans slide past, not brave enough to go commando without the belt, and while Chilton nips, one hand lifts to fist messily into his well styled hair.]
Now why don't you show me how good you are with that mouth of yours, then I'll get you over this fancy desk.
[There's some pressure pushing down on Chilton's head, just in case he hadn't quite got the meaning here. Smart as he may be, he'd been a little slow on the uptake previously, best to give him some physical triggers too. Not exactly romantic, but given the circumstances, he thinks it's justifiable.]
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He buckles to his knees, hands still gripping at Cassidy's hips -- but clawing now. Dragging possessive red lines down with him.
Chilton takes it all, once, twice, his tongue slicking the underside. Until he pulls off, looking Cass in the eye.]
This stays between us.
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It's the pause that draws him back, chin dropping to return the gaze with a lazy, appreciative smile. His other hand shifts from it's supportive grip on the desk to instead reassure, a knuckle cupping under Chiltons chin as he ghosts the pad of his thumb against his cheek in a soft, circular stroke.]
Won't tell a soul, love.
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And then Chilton pulled off again, his tongue licking at his lips.]
How far are we going?
[He asked at a whisper.]
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He hums a thoughtful little noise at the question, voice low but soft as he drags out a response.]
Far as we can, huh? You got any uh...?
[His gaze briefly flickers towards the drawers near to them. Considering his intentions from the start, Cassidy is terrible at coming prepared for this sort of thing.]
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[On his person? No. In his office? His eyes glanced to the second drawer of his desk, his mouth pursing. Curious of Cassidy, to be so conscientious, so prepared. Few mortals would stop to consider a condom, and they were likely at higher risk of really suffering something transmitted. What would it take Cassidy but one bloodsucking to heal himself?
Unless...
Chilton adopted a half-smirk, one wry and suspicious.]
Lubrication. You're looking for lube.
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Condoms aren't exactly a normal concern for me, doc.
[Except with women, but that doesn't exactly need clarifying right here, right now, with his dick out and Chilton on his knees before him.]
Lube, yeah. Otherwise you're gonna be doin' a whole lotta lickin'.
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Poetic, in a way.]
I'll be doing the licking?
[Chilton's mind rinsed itself from that unspoken poetry, his focus returning to Cassidy's words. And his mouth.]
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[Lightly amused as leans down to open up the drawer in question, spending a few seconds rifling through the rest of it's contents too because he's an inquisitive little fucker who can't keep his hands off other people's property.]
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Any luck? You'll have me whining for your hands shortly.
[Chilton wasn't always a patient man.]