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This isn’t the usual desk Rudy would be bent over; one of the legs is uneven and it sways with Graves’ thrusts, a squeak accompanying the slap of skin against skin. No, the desk in Graves’ office back on base is an imposing piece of kit, meant to radiate as much power as the man lounging behind it, and it’s a damn more comfortable to be fucked across.
But this desk, his desk, had been chosen for a reason.
Teeth press against Rudy’s shoulder, blunted by the reinforced undershirt Rudy wears, and he tips his head back obediently. Along the opposite wall, there’s a square of light from the hallway outside, the door between them shut but not locked. Anyone could walk in and Rudy wonders if he wants someone to.
“Hey.” Graves leans further forwards, hooking his arm around Rudy’s throat, the muscles drawn tight beneath his skin. “You’re thinking too much.”
“Sir, sorry, sir,” Rudy answers, the words rote. He’s trying to focus on the situation at hand, the slowly building pleasure at the base of his spine, the feeling of being surrounded so sweetly by a man who cares for him, who’s done so much for him already, but his thoughts wander all the same. Dark eyes and broad hands dominate his mind since they left the plane earlier.
Graves laughs, the sound reminding Rudy of the whiskey the other man favours, smokey and rich, the same taste when he kisses Rudy, holds his chin to keep Rudy still. “Told you this mission would be trickier than expected. Not backing out on me now, are you? Not my best soldier.”
“No, sir,” Rudy groans, leaning into Graves’ hold to feel the pressure against his throat. It helps, blanks his thoughts a little and he tightens around Graves’ cock to hear the other man moan, loud and vibrant. He’s close, his thrusts starting to stutter, his grip on Rudy’s hip tight enough to bruise. They’ve both got a briefing after this, both going to stand in the same room as the man who left Rudy for dead. Scraps of memory is all Rudy has but he’s sure of this.
Graves must be able to tell the lean of his thoughts or he’s just possessive like that. He presses his mouth against Rudy’s ear, his teeth catching on the lobe as he bites his words into flesh. “You’re going to be seeing Alejandro again with my come leaking down your legs.”
He thrusts deep, shoving Rudy further up the desk as he comes, withdrawing after a long moment and slaps Rudy’s arse. There’ll be the faint imprint of a handprint later, something for Rudy to look at later that evening when his thoughts grow slow and muddled. He stands up and sets himself back to rights. No-one would know but Graves, his grin already as bright, lazily so.