Thread: pure i m a g i n a t i o n [fics & stuff]

size-215 minutes. Long enough to smoke a cigarette. Long enough to guzzle down lukewarm coffee. By his calculations, long enough to achieve a mind-blowing orgasm. And Brady never miscalculated. The past nine and a half minutes had been devoted to a dance as old as time but Brady didn't feel very graceful. On the contrary, lodged against the nearest wall with the sharp edge of a wooden desk digging into his clutching palms, he felt and looked rather undignified. Still... It had been nine minutes of carnal heaven and they still had six minutes to spare. Time was precious and reasoning was something he abhorred during these trysts. Every time his mountain of a boyfriend dared to utter any words beyond 'yes', Brady made sure to shut him up right quick. They had no time for words. Not really. They only had time for each other and fortunately, that time involved sex at its grittiest. Gabe was really giving it to him now. Even amidst his helpless pleasure and frequent mewling, Brady had the sense to take note of his boyfriend's behaviour. The harder he pounded, the closer he got and right about now, Brady was almost certain his arse cheeks were red and raw. It wasn't Brady's observations and astuteness that allowed them to continue without anyone being the wiser. Oh no. He owed some credit to Gabe who had likely been studying Brady as well and could accurately predict whenever he needed his mouth occupied. He had been swallowing moans and silencing cries with his lips for weeks and it both delighted and infuriated Brady. 12 minutes in and Gabe was applying a firmer grip to Brady's skinny thighs. He held him in place with a bruising sincerity, somehow finding it within himself to hold his gaze and keep it. Even here in a cramped office of some precinct that was long overdue in purchasing new furniture, Gabe managed to take him away from it all. Somewhere between the three remaining minutes, he always lost himself in the stormy blue-grey of his boyfriend's irises. He was close. They were both close. Gabe was hammering away at his prostate with maddening precision, making his cock jump with every thrust. They were sweating, Gabe's grip slipping on the slick skin but he wouldn't let anything deter him. Brady was watching him, studying every microexpression he could. His head was beginning to feel too heavy for his neck to support, though he wasn't granted the opportunity to allow it to lull back. Gabe was doing that freaky mind-reading thing that he had clearly learned from hours spent by Brady's side. Or so he haughtily liked to think, if he could think at all with his boyfriend's strong, knowing fingers curling around the back of his damp neck. His hold was both gentle and rough and Brady was finding it harder and harder to bite back the moans that demanded to slip through his quivering lips. As if on cue, Gabe was pulling him in for a demanding, deep, grunt-filled kiss. The movement of his hips was a blur before his eyes closed. This was it. He could let go. Mmmph...! And just like that, Brady came in white, hot bursts, splattering come all over his flat stomach. Gabe almost never had to jerk him off to get him to come. What a bitch. The detective wasn't too far behind. He kept his lips locked with Brady's and it took a few more erratic jerks of his hips before he went rigid and hummed something unintelligible against their joint mouths, emptying himself into the condom he wore. 14 minutes. Brady felt him pull out and winced at the slight pain it caused. He always hated this part the most. The thought of having to move at all after such great physical exertion was taxing but Gabe was also responsible along with being a ridiculously good lay. He only bothered to open his eyes when he felt the familiar sensation of tissue swiping over his stomach. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Yes. His darling lover even cleaned up after him. How perfectly adorable. It took a good 10 seconds but soon enough, he was being hauled up onto his feet. As expected, his legs felt like jelly but it was difficult to worry when one had something solid to fall back on. Pulling his pants up was something he had to do on his own. Can't spoil you , Gabe had once said with this awful parental air about him. Brady could only wonder why. Becoming presentable was more of an issue for Gabe. Frankly, Brady didn't give a toss but by the time they were all tucked in, he was the only one who showed any signs of rule-breaking. Perhaps this level of skill came with practice. He didn't care to learn himself but he found himself casting an admiring look at his nearly immaculate boyfriend all the same. Brady glanced at the clock. 15 minutes. He made sure to pat Gabe's ass on the way out. size