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

[metalicarus]

[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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[metalicarus]

[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.]

[silberfuchs]

[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.]

[metalicarus]

[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.]

[silberfuchs]

[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.]

[metalicarus]

[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..

[silberfuchs]

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.

[metalicarus]

[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.

[silberfuchs]

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.]

[metalicarus]

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...

[silberfuchs]

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.

[metalicarus]

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.

[silberfuchs]

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.]