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kinkfestTitle: All Work and No Play…
Author/Artist: D a.k.a.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome
Word count: 649
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz: Schuldig/Crawford/Weiss member of your choice - dub-con/non-con - After dark, all cats are leopards.
The Oracle could be surprised. In some ways, it wasn't that difficult, after all, he could hardly see everything. But Schuldig, apparently, was difficult for Crawford to track with his gift, and so Yohji, for all intents and purposes, had planned to go to the bar for the night, carefully forgetting to recall their actual plans.
It had worked, and now Crawford was bent over his own desk, struggling against their hold. Yohji slipped his hands under Crawford's chest and started popping the buttons on his shirt open.
"Let me go. I don't have time for this." Crawford tried to twist his hand out of Schuldig's grip as Yohji peeled his shirt over his wide shoulders. He licked a small line up Brad's spine.
"Aw, come on, Brad. You'll like this. You need to loosen up a bit, anyway." Schuldig pestered, holding Brad down while Yohji took care of his belt and slacks.
Crawford raised his head with a sharp scowl. "I've too much work to do to play around with the likes of the two of you."
"Nothing is more important than playing around with us. Give it a chance, you'll find you won't regret it." Yohji purred, pressing his erection against Crawford's ass, trailing his fingers along the curve of him. He smoothed a hand up his spine and bore his weight down on Crawford so he couldn't escape while Schuldig got more comfortable.
Schuldig once told him that Crawford never gave any threats that he didn't mean. So Yohji figured that once Crawford started in with the whole Touch Me And I'll Kill You thing, then Yohji would back off. But until he threatened bodily harm, permanent or otherwise, Yohji would take his pleasure.
Crawford struggled silently against him, trying to gain leverage Yohji didn't let him have until Schuldig traced Crawford's lips with his cock. Yohji leaned over a bit further so he could get a better look, feeling Crawford still, though tension made his back taught.
"Open up, Brad. I'm a treat." Yohji could feel the tension tighten Crawford's back even more and felt the slightest shiver before Crawford slowly opened his mouth, letting Schuldig slide in. Yohji shuddered at Schuldig's moan, the feel of Crawford under him and the sight of Crawford's lips wrapped around Schuldig.
Yohji hurried through his own preparations, ignoring Crawford when he turned his head away from Schuldig with a warning "wait". But Schuldig fisted his hand in Crawford's hair, and Crawford's knuckles were white where they curled around the edge of the desk and his hips moved just enough to meet Yohji that he didn't worry, he knew this was okay. And once he fit himself completely inside, nothing was going to make him stop.
The tightness, the heat, the way Crawford's hips rose to meet his thrusts, the moans that Schuldig made; everything was more than he could handle and he lost himself in the rhythm of it, in the heat and the sweat.
Afterward, as he sprawled in one of the chairs in front of Crawford's desk smoking a cigarette, he watched Crawford slide back into his clothing, thinking that it was a shame to hide that body behind clothes. Schuldig was sprawled naked in the chair behind Crawford's desk, one foot propped up on the desk.
"Out of my chair before I drag you out of it." Crawford's voice was less stern than usual and Schuldig smirked up at him, lacing his fingers behind his head.
"Admit it. You liked it." Yohji waited to hear Crawford's answer to that as well.
There was silence and Crawford crossed his arms. "I've got work to do."
"Psh." Schuldig climbed out of Crawford's chair, shooting Yohji a wide grin. "You liked it. And you'll be back for more." Yohji knew that he was looking forward to more with the two of them.
Author/Artist: D a.k.a.
wk_recomendRating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome
Word count: 649
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz: Schuldig/Crawford/Weiss member of your choice - dub-con/non-con - After dark, all cats are leopards.
The Oracle could be surprised. In some ways, it wasn't that difficult, after all, he could hardly see everything. But Schuldig, apparently, was difficult for Crawford to track with his gift, and so Yohji, for all intents and purposes, had planned to go to the bar for the night, carefully forgetting to recall their actual plans.
It had worked, and now Crawford was bent over his own desk, struggling against their hold. Yohji slipped his hands under Crawford's chest and started popping the buttons on his shirt open.
"Let me go. I don't have time for this." Crawford tried to twist his hand out of Schuldig's grip as Yohji peeled his shirt over his wide shoulders. He licked a small line up Brad's spine.
"Aw, come on, Brad. You'll like this. You need to loosen up a bit, anyway." Schuldig pestered, holding Brad down while Yohji took care of his belt and slacks.
Crawford raised his head with a sharp scowl. "I've too much work to do to play around with the likes of the two of you."
"Nothing is more important than playing around with us. Give it a chance, you'll find you won't regret it." Yohji purred, pressing his erection against Crawford's ass, trailing his fingers along the curve of him. He smoothed a hand up his spine and bore his weight down on Crawford so he couldn't escape while Schuldig got more comfortable.
Schuldig once told him that Crawford never gave any threats that he didn't mean. So Yohji figured that once Crawford started in with the whole Touch Me And I'll Kill You thing, then Yohji would back off. But until he threatened bodily harm, permanent or otherwise, Yohji would take his pleasure.
Crawford struggled silently against him, trying to gain leverage Yohji didn't let him have until Schuldig traced Crawford's lips with his cock. Yohji leaned over a bit further so he could get a better look, feeling Crawford still, though tension made his back taught.
"Open up, Brad. I'm a treat." Yohji could feel the tension tighten Crawford's back even more and felt the slightest shiver before Crawford slowly opened his mouth, letting Schuldig slide in. Yohji shuddered at Schuldig's moan, the feel of Crawford under him and the sight of Crawford's lips wrapped around Schuldig.
Yohji hurried through his own preparations, ignoring Crawford when he turned his head away from Schuldig with a warning "wait". But Schuldig fisted his hand in Crawford's hair, and Crawford's knuckles were white where they curled around the edge of the desk and his hips moved just enough to meet Yohji that he didn't worry, he knew this was okay. And once he fit himself completely inside, nothing was going to make him stop.
The tightness, the heat, the way Crawford's hips rose to meet his thrusts, the moans that Schuldig made; everything was more than he could handle and he lost himself in the rhythm of it, in the heat and the sweat.
Afterward, as he sprawled in one of the chairs in front of Crawford's desk smoking a cigarette, he watched Crawford slide back into his clothing, thinking that it was a shame to hide that body behind clothes. Schuldig was sprawled naked in the chair behind Crawford's desk, one foot propped up on the desk.
"Out of my chair before I drag you out of it." Crawford's voice was less stern than usual and Schuldig smirked up at him, lacing his fingers behind his head.
"Admit it. You liked it." Yohji waited to hear Crawford's answer to that as well.
There was silence and Crawford crossed his arms. "I've got work to do."
"Psh." Schuldig climbed out of Crawford's chair, shooting Yohji a wide grin. "You liked it. And you'll be back for more." Yohji knew that he was looking forward to more with the two of them.
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