#i m sory I WROTE THAT LKDJHK

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@phantasmaw​​ asked: (1/2) They don't remember what exactly was said, nor what exactly was done, for it to end up this way: Aleksy stationed dutifully behind the checkout counter of the bookstore, Sovann hidden beneath the hollowed out space where bags and cases are kept. Velvet tongue laves slowly over his glistening folds and hooded clit. They hear the payment, the typical small talk before customer leaves- and then a sharp tug at their hair. There's hissed words that Sovann only hums at. Without warning, they grip his hips and pull him forward. Strong thighs now gripped 'round either side of their head, they suck on his clit while rolling their tongue along the underside. A gasp is all they need to hear to smirk coyly and unfurl more length of their tongue. The tip circles around Aleky's hole before thrusting in. When he starts to grind they tilt their head back, allowing him to use their mouth as he sees fit. This is a service they take pleasure in providing, despite differences between them.

     Shame sits heartedly against his skin in the form of a blush. Hot, noticeably red, and spreading across his cheeks like a wave. It touches the tip of his ears when something slick parts his labia, tasting his clit in torturously slow movements. Aleksy is quick to ring the last customer her purchase, frustrated at her insistence to hold the conversation a few moments longer. It felt like centuries before she was out the door, the final minute ticking away and just as if the universe heard his pleads- the store was closed, and he can finally lock up. 

But grabbing the keys and wiping down tables was the last thing on Aleksy’s mind. He’s already bent at the waist, forehead pressed flush against the smooth surface on his counter with a hand sneaking below. There’s not much he could do besides thread his fingers between navy locks, nor much to say besides his incoherent approval. The greek’s professionalism willfully followed the last customer out into the night, vanished just as his shame did. Sovann’s tongue meets his clit again and tremors of ecstasy came shortly after. It washes down his legs and up his spine, and instinct tells him to spread his thighs wider. It’s hard with his jeans still sitting at his ankles, but Sovann seems to take his efforts as a sort of challenge. 

Claws bite into his hips, creating a strange cocktail of ache and bliss and Aleksy can feel his growing arousal drip sinfully down his thighs. Ex-Spartan makes a sound between a laugh and moan when he’s pulled forward so Sovann can get more of their own fill. Was it wrong of him to be proud? It was a joyful little discovery that Sovann’s mouth was good at something other than condescending smirks and talking in cryptic riddles. A smile of his own is hidden behind free hand, bottom lip taken between his teeth to try and keep sounds of gratification from gaining outside attention. Sovann continues to spoil him rotten; Sucking, grinding, and taking advantage of his own desires to fuck him with their tongue. 

Back arches and their name is gasped like a song. His pussy was drenched, clit quivering under Sovann’s constant attention and despite the anti-god’s hold on him, Aleksy manages to roll his hips backwards to fuck himself deeper. “Ah- Mmh,” Both hands take hold of the back of Sovann’s head, pushing them further onto his cunt and now there was nothing to stop Aleksy from crying out. His cheek was plastered to the desk, sweat building up beneath it and it was then, that he didn’t care if a passerby peeked into the window. 

“Ngh- hah, h-how are you so fuuuuucking good?” The movement of his hips get more desperate, knees wobbly and he’s thrown off balance. His right leg gives out, grip catching himself on the edge of the counter before he fell completely while sputters and moans work through him. “S-Stop-” He needs to catch his breath, reposition himself so he’s not falling directly onto Sovann’s face. “Oh fuck- Sovann wait-” But they’ve already halted their movements, tongue slipping from his cunt and his legs won’t stop trembling. Hips buck once, twice- desperate for contact. He can feel their mouth so dangerously close, smug grin brushing feather light over soaked labia and that’s all it took for his pelvis to lock. Breathless, his orgasm comes all at once, tearing through him and flowing down his thighs or onto Sovann’s mouth untouched. “Oh my God- Oh my God,” it was messy, coating his underwear and pants still sitting dutifully at his ankles. His cunt clenches and twitches around nothing, still craving for Sovann to stuff him full. He’s an idiot for telling Sovann to stop, orgasm ridden out by his lonesome and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. 

“You can’t be done yet.” It’s a plea. As close to begging as Aleksy can get. Voice was breathy, slightly hoarse, but still so overly sweet. He knows his body’s exhausted, still trembling from post-orgasm, but Sovann was already an addiction Aleksy wanted over and over and over again.