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Fic: Calculated Risks
A NSFW Jonah/Fanshawe ficlet for anon Tumblr requester! CW for pussy eating in office setting and exhibitionism.
Calculated Risks
Jonathan knew it was a risk to have Jonah kneel underneath his desk at his doctor's office, but he didn't expect to have to regret it *this* quickly.
"Doctor Fanshawe," his secretary, Mr. Williams, says behind the door. "There are some records we need to go through. Do you have a moment for this?"
"Not now," Jonathan says, biting his lip as Jonah licks along his slit, pressing the tip of his tongue against his hole. Placing his hand over his mouth, Jonathan gasps before removing his hand, speaking in a stronger voice: "I'm in the middle of something right now, Mr. Williams. But I'll be with you in a minute."
"Of course, doctor." As Jonathan listens to Mr. Williams's steps retreat from the doorway, Jonah drives his tongue into him. Jonathan slips his hand underneath the desk, grasping a handful of Jonah's hair, just holding onto him. Jonah's tongue wriggles inside him, invading him thoroughly before he pulls back, smiling up at Jonathan with a gleaming, wet mouth. Jonathan exhales slowly, relaxing his fingers in Jonah's hair so he can stroke it.
"If you'd please hurry," he says. "I promised a minute."
"If you want it to be good, I need at least five." But Jonah hooks his arms around Jonathan's thighs, grinning at him before leaning between his thighs, breathing in the scent of his cunt. Jonah closes his eyes, taking another, deep breath; the sight makes Jonathan flush hard, his cock twitch.
"It will be good anyway," he whispers. "Jonah, please."
Jonah opens his eyes, giving him another crooked smile before closing his lips around Jonathan's cock, lapping at it gently with his tongue.
They always go by Jonah's rules in the end, so it takes five minutes until Jonathan is spasming between his legs, biting his fist to keep the sounds in as he throbs between Jonah's lips, his cunt and arsehole both clenching up. Jonah presses his face into Jonathan's groin, his nostrils flaring against Jonathan's pubis while his tongue keeps working mercilessly on him, drawing every single twitch out of him.
"God," Jonathan mutters as he pulls his fist out of his mouth, staring at the bitemarks he has left on his knuckles.
"Indeed," Jonah replies, his face still buried against Jonathan's groin. "I suppose you better hurry to your secretary. Although perhaps he would appreciate the sight of you like this, unraveled at last."
Pulling back from Jonathan's loins, his mouth and jaw wet, Jonah smiles at him.
"Or perhaps that's only me," he says, licking his lips clean.
Jonathan knows this won't be the last time he indulges Jonah's whims.
Calculated Risks
Jonathan knew it was a risk to have Jonah kneel underneath his desk at his doctor's office, but he didn't expect to have to regret it *this* quickly.
"Doctor Fanshawe," his secretary, Mr. Williams, says behind the door. "There are some records we need to go through. Do you have a moment for this?"
"Not now," Jonathan says, biting his lip as Jonah licks along his slit, pressing the tip of his tongue against his hole. Placing his hand over his mouth, Jonathan gasps before removing his hand, speaking in a stronger voice: "I'm in the middle of something right now, Mr. Williams. But I'll be with you in a minute."
"Of course, doctor." As Jonathan listens to Mr. Williams's steps retreat from the doorway, Jonah drives his tongue into him. Jonathan slips his hand underneath the desk, grasping a handful of Jonah's hair, just holding onto him. Jonah's tongue wriggles inside him, invading him thoroughly before he pulls back, smiling up at Jonathan with a gleaming, wet mouth. Jonathan exhales slowly, relaxing his fingers in Jonah's hair so he can stroke it.
"If you'd please hurry," he says. "I promised a minute."
"If you want it to be good, I need at least five." But Jonah hooks his arms around Jonathan's thighs, grinning at him before leaning between his thighs, breathing in the scent of his cunt. Jonah closes his eyes, taking another, deep breath; the sight makes Jonathan flush hard, his cock twitch.
"It will be good anyway," he whispers. "Jonah, please."
Jonah opens his eyes, giving him another crooked smile before closing his lips around Jonathan's cock, lapping at it gently with his tongue.
They always go by Jonah's rules in the end, so it takes five minutes until Jonathan is spasming between his legs, biting his fist to keep the sounds in as he throbs between Jonah's lips, his cunt and arsehole both clenching up. Jonah presses his face into Jonathan's groin, his nostrils flaring against Jonathan's pubis while his tongue keeps working mercilessly on him, drawing every single twitch out of him.
"God," Jonathan mutters as he pulls his fist out of his mouth, staring at the bitemarks he has left on his knuckles.
"Indeed," Jonah replies, his face still buried against Jonathan's groin. "I suppose you better hurry to your secretary. Although perhaps he would appreciate the sight of you like this, unraveled at last."
Pulling back from Jonathan's loins, his mouth and jaw wet, Jonah smiles at him.
"Or perhaps that's only me," he says, licking his lips clean.
Jonathan knows this won't be the last time he indulges Jonah's whims.