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I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down

[This wasn't what he'd agreed to. He'd said he'd go under cover to back up Frannie and lend an extra pair of eyes and ears, not that he'd go under as one of the servers of this stupid bar. Who the hell made their workers all wear the same skimpy outfit anyway?

Self-consciously, Jet tugged at the too-short shorts and scowled at his reflection. The shirt was snug across his chest and practically lay like a second skin, the shorts barely hung on to his narrow hips and hugged in all the places Jet usually covered with real clothes, and the shoes made him feel like a skyscraper.

Surprisingly, his balance in the footwear wasn't that bad, considering, and the stockings actually didn't feel that weird, but on a whole he really didn't want to step out that door. He tied the apron on for a moment, just to see the full effect, but then took it off only a moment later. He still had one more night to hate everything ever.]

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[Even if Jet's words are utterly breathless and show the man is completely at his mercy, they're still goading and demanding and not at all what Albert was going for with this.

He withdraws his mouth with a soft 'pop' and looks up at Jet again, exhaling gently against his quivering erection just to make him squirm that much more.]

If you're going to be a waiter, you'll need better manners.

[He groaned both from the air against his sensitive skin and out of frustration at not getting what he was after.

So, Albert was serious about this game of his.

He tried to move his hips and find more contact, but the hands on him made that impossible and left him painfully exposed and untouched except by the air in the room. Fine. Fine.

His voice was rough with need and there was a hint of desperation at the edges of his tone.]

Albert.....please.

...Please, don't stop.

Edited 2013-10-27 17:23 (UTC)

Very good.

[He smirks a bit, purring the words. He squeezes again with the hand on the blond's ass and closes his mouth over Jet once again, this time pulling in as much as he can and giving a long, hard suck.]

[Jet's breath hitched and his hand slipped to Albert's shoulder; it was all he could reach and it was frustrating. Not that he really wanted that mouth to stop what it was doing. Except that if it didn't stop, he'd finish too quickly and that wasn't what he wanted.

He couldn't concentrate around the German's tongue and how hard he was sucking on Jet, his thoughts were coming in fragmented and doused in lust. His hand tightened as he gasped and groaned and struggled to keep himself upright with his other arm beginning to tremble under the strain.

If Albert was going to keep up this game, that would mean Jet would have to beg for Albert to give him more than that; Albert might be in need as well, but his self control was a lot better than Jet's.]

[Oh Albert's definitely in need, but he's laying on his stomach and so it's out of Jet's view for the time being. He bobs his head, thrumming his tongue against Jet's cock as if he's rolling an r in his speech. It's as if he's just trying to make Jet collapse backwards into the couch cushion, the hand on the American's rear snaking inward and tracing around the Jet's back entrance lightly.]

[That tracing finger and that impossible tongue made the trembling harder and he moaned as if Albert had already entered him, he was that turned on and sensitive. He tried to move his hips up and then down, not certain which stimulation he wanted more, but he still could hardly move with that other hand still pinning him down.

He was going to go crazy or lose it or both if this kept up.]

A-Al...I'm not--not gonna hold out if you keep this up.

I need you. Please.

[Albert's mouth comes up again with that same small pop and he licks his lips slowly, making certain Jet is watching.]

Well, since you asked so nicely.

[He crawls his way up along Jet's body, moving sinuously with a grin like the cat about to swallow the canary. Lips meet lips in a wanton, hungry kiss and one of Albert's hands pillows the back of Jet's head while the other tugs the shorts further down in a swift movement until they're hanging off one of Jet's feet. He hikes one of those long legs up against his shoulder as he pulls out of the kiss, wrapping his arm around it to get at the fly of his own pants. There's a small sigh of relief uttered at sweet freedom and Jet could get a full view of just how excited those stockings get the German. With a quirked eyebrow, he pulls Jet just a bit closer at the hips, tilting his waist a bit up towards him and pressing his cock against Jet's ass with another gentle sigh.]

Where do you want me, again?

[He smirks wickedly, sliding his finger up the shaft of Jet's cock and barely brushing the head, aiming to make answering as difficult as possible.]

[It was like everything Albert was doing was aimed at making Jet come before the actual action had even started; just watching the older man was making his breath hitch. But then Albert's pressed against him but not in him and those fingers are back and he's still being teased and for just one second he hates everything.

The keening noises he was making at the touches turn into what could almost be described as a growl of frustration as Jet tries to move his hips so by some miracle he could push himself onto that cock and have the sensations he was so desperate for, but to no avail.]

Dammit...

[It's half gasp and all frustration and how much more was Albert going to make him beg?]

Inside! I need you inside me...

...you bastard...

[As much as he can. Maybe he has a mean streak, but seeing Jet helpless and wanting is such a thrill. Albert curls forward over his willing prisoner, running his free hand up under that all too tight shirt and playing along the planes and curves of panels with his palm and decides to relent.

Sort of.

He presses in until the head of his cock is fully inside then stops, biting his lip and closing his eyes for just a moment before retraining them on Jet's face, bottom lip still pressed between his teeth. The hand attached to the arm around Jet's leg traces soft circles in the fabric of the stocking and it actually makes Albert shudder in pleasure.

Maybe he's not just going slow to tease, maybe he's having a similar problem to Jet with not wanting things to be over too quickly.]

[Jet gasps and a groan escapes from his mouth. He needs more but still Albert is holding back and it's driving Jet up a wall; if he had the leverage, he'd just flip them over and ride Albert, hard, into the couch. Unfortunately, he didn't, all he had was a tight grip on that arm holding his leg and his other hand attempting to pull the other man closer.

He could see Albert was close too, already turned on pretty badly even without the stimulation, but that was part of why Jet wanted him to continue. Neither of them were going to last long, unfortunately, but they could make the most of it in the meantime.]

I need more...Albert, please.

[He at least wanted to feel the rest of the German inside him.]

[Does Jet know just how wild it drives him to hear the man beg and plead for relief from him? He lets out a hissing breath and bears down, more than happy too oblige. He pushes in maybe a bit more quickly than he should but that tight heat around him and Jet's stockinged legs on his shoulders, brushing his neck, the trembles and coaxing hands and the way the fabric of that shirt moves over his body... Albert can't help himself.

He starts moving his hips at a measured pace, leaning forward with Jet's knees on his shoulders still, tilting those hips up for better leverage and watching Jet's face with intensity. Every thrust sends a shiver up his own spine, he hopes it does even more for the captive man below him.

Still moving, Albert turns his head and rakes his teeth against those stockings, nipping and biting and tugging just so the fabric will snap back. He moans into it, sliding his hand down that leg to take hold of Jet's cock and begin to stroke in time with his thrusts, sucking hard again at the stocking and synthflesh underneath it low on Jet's thigh.]

[It was almost too much, certainly more than he'd bargained for. A loud, uninhibited moan tore from his throat and morphed into Albert's name before it died down into smaller cries and gasps.

Albert's mouth against his stocking-clad leg, that hand on him, pulling him towards release a lot faster than he wanted, all on top of the German thrusting firmly into him, filling him up, it was overpowering.

He had a white-knuckled grip on the surface of the couch as every part of him began to tremble under Albert's touch and the German's name--sometimes fragmented, sometimes whole--alternated between slipping between gasps and being cried out to room as if no one else in the world could possibly hear them.]

[It seems that every moan, every whimper and cry from Jet sends a shudder through Albert with equal intensity. This is much faster than their usual pace, unabashed lust driving a rollercoaster to the peak and barely slowing before it sends Albert careening down the slope with gusto, his eyes fluttering open briefly just to roll back a little before closing tightly again, Jet's name pulled from his throat at a volume to match even the blond's loudest utterances.

He doesn't bother to try and stop it, simply riding it to fruition as he thrusts once, twice, with his entire weight into Jet and holds there, quivering and twitching, panting hard from the exertion until he's utterly and completely spent.]

[the hand pumping him already had him so close that the first hard thrust into him is enough to send him over the edge as well, his own name cried out in Albert's deep voice sending even more shivers through him.

It's good that Albert holds still as he does because that was when Jet's entire body tightened and tensed as his orgasm hit him hard. As he came down from the high, chest heaving with the exertion, eyes firmly shut and body sore from the rougher-than-usual pace, he finally released his death grip on the couch and reached shaky hands for the German over him. It was a little awkward with their angle, but he was hoping Albert would shift them so Jet could reach better, the blond just wanted to be able to touch him.

As he reached, blue eyes opened a little and a smirk that threatened to be a smile instead formed on his lips.]

...If that's how much stockings get you going...I might be forced to wear them more often..

Not too often or we'll never leave the house.

[There's an exhausted lilt to his voice but it's tempered by the afterglow. He pulls out with a quiet breath and lays beside Jet, planting kisses along his lips and chin and glad he'd thought to get such a deep couch. He leans on one hand, the other still lightly tracing back and forth on Jet's stocking-clad leg.]

Though I have to say as far as missions go, this one is my favorite.

[Albert pulling out drags a hiss from Jet and the kisses are returned with affection when they fall on the blond's lips; he curls into Albert a little, one of his hands coming up to clutch lightly at his partner's shirt.]

Yeah, I guess it's not that bad. Just don't show up at the damn place, I wouldn't want you to get riled up and then need to pull me into the back or something.

[he knew Albert would never do something like that during a mission... But it was fun tease the older cyborg and the visual wasn't so bad either.]

Although, if I'm too sore to move tomorrow, I think we're gonna get in trouble.

Entirely my fault.

[His hand slides from leg to hip and kneads a little, not a teasing touch but something massaging. He knows from experience that having your legs up like that for a prolonged period of time can cause some soreness after. Even if it's completely worth it.]

Feel free to blame me to Francoise.

[Which he's certain won't happen because they're never candid about their sex life to the rest of the group. That's just not something anyone else needs to know.

Another line of kisses is peppered on Jet's lips and jaw as Albert lowers his head to the taller man's shoulder comfortable, still massaging along Jet's waist and hips with a firm but gentle touch.]

Not on your life.

It is Frannie, though...she'd probably be able to tell anyway.

[The idea of telling something like that to Francoise was mortifying enough, there'd be no way he'd be able to say it.

Albert moved and Jet shifted to accommodate him and wrap his arm around the older man, just enjoying the closeness and company while his head was still lost somewhere on cloud 9.

The touches along his waist and hips prompts a very contented sigh from the younger cyborg, his voice a little more light as sleep threatened him. He didn't even care that he was mostly naked and splayed out on the couch, being curled up with Albert after such a strenuous activity made moving an unappealing idea.]

That feels nice...

Edited 2013-11-09 07:00 (UTC)

Good, it's meant to.

[Another stolen kiss and Albert's hand traces to the other hip, still entirely appreciative and practically radiating contentment. After a moment of relaxed quiet, he lets out a breathy chuckle.]

We'll have to wash this before tomorrow.

Mmm.

[An acknowledging and somewhat annoyed sound escaped the curled blond before he finally shifted to kick the shorts that were still tangled on one of his legs off and to the ground. Much to his displeasure, he also moved Albert off his shoulder so he could sit up and strip the tight shirt off and deposit that on the floor as well; then he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and pulled it over them as he returned to his previous position and gently pulled the German's head back to his shoulder.]

Later.

Obviously.

[It's a contented purr, the German's hands leaving off their massaging since Jet moved but tracing back down to the soft texture of the stockings instead, oh so amused - and pleased - that Jet decided to leave those on.]

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