"Dynamic" [Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig/Crawford, R]

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Title- Dynamic
Author- fireun
Rating- R
Warnings- Sexual content
Word Count- 350

A/N- for the prompt  "Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig/Crawford: power, desk!sex - Crawford behind his desk was powerful and imposing, Crawford bent over his desk was indescribable"

Crawford behind his desk was powerful and imposing, Crawford bent over his desk was indescribable. Papers and pens were lost in the fray, the struggle for dominance as two powerful men grappled and growled. Crawford didn’t yield; he made it seem as if pressed stomach to expensive, finely finished wood with his ass bare and tie hopelessly muddled had been his idea all along.

            Schuldig didn’t mind, didn’t even notice anymore. Crawford would retain his smug sense of superiority even as he bled his life out. It was an inclination Schuldig understood rather well, it was apparent in the way his lips curled and eyes narrowed as he ran nails down the small of Crawford’s back, traced the dip where ass became leg, knowing Crawford was just ticklish enough for the touch to be uncomfortable, moving on before it became intolerable.

            “You need a smaller desk.” Schuldig snapped, shifting towards the best angle.

            “When have I ever desired to make things easy for you?”

            Schuldig’s first thrust was rough, his unvoiced response to Crawford’s glib remark. Crawford’s ragged exhalation was encouragement; the way his fingers curled around the far edge of the desk, bracing as he pressed back into Schuldig was intoxicating.

            Schuldig stared down Crawford through hair that was becoming increasingly unruly, admiring the play of muscles in Crawford’s back as the man gripped and braced against the desk with each thrust, moving to meet him, moving with him.

            It was a base bit of power play, a feral affirmation of rank. Schuldig bit at every inch of exposed flesh in a flash of atavistic dominance, muffling the little gasps and growls of climatic pleasure against Crawford’s flesh.

            Crawford reached down and masturbated to the sound of Schuldig readjusting and dressing, climaxed to the quick zip of Schuldig’s pants. Schuldig collected scattered pens while Crawford cleaned up, reestablished paper piles, his posture going from slinky to slouch as Crawford finished fixing his tie and settled back into his chair. Their dynamic shifted and Schuldig saluted before letting himself out of the office.