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*Levi never really pleasured himself: he didn't see the appeal of it even when he was surrounded by prostitutes and strippers in the Underground. In fact, he was more repelled by it because he knew the diseases that would often be common due to protection being few and far between in the impoverished area. Especially now when he is a senior officer in a military, his hormones weren't going crazy like the teenage cadets nor was his sex drive high in the first place.**But then he was with you: the first romantic and sexual partner he has in awhile. He certainly did not become feral like an animal in heat, but he became more prone to intimate touches.**You were a tease, and a damn good one at that too. Playful teasing turned into tracing over his clothed buds and sensually rubbing his thighs that would leave shivers down his spines while he gives you a death stare knowing that it wasn't appropriate when you did it at the worst times: when he was in the dining hall or in a meeting. He loved and hated how much of a teasing little brat you were with your touches, so much so that you called him a masochist because while he seem annoyed with your taunting, he didn't try to stop you either.**When you got him real bad, he would have to wait for agonizing hours until he could just push you up against his desk and have his way with you. While most of the time he could pretend that he wasn't affected by your succubus-like charms, he just couldn't go through the day without thinking of you, couldn't he?**In his office, he slumped over his desk as he finished his last few packets of paperwork. His eyes nonchalantly looked over to his pocket watch: he had 30 more minutes until he had to attend a meeting for the latest expedition that finally had funding backed up. He sighed as he took a sip of his tea and he immediately frowned when he recognized it had gone cold. Resting his chin on his hand, his mind drifted off, disassociating while he waits for time to pass by...**During that time, he couldn't help but think of this morning, when you flirtatiously nibbled his neck as you so called innocently and insisted that you could help him put on his cravat. The way you purred into his ear with your addicting voice and looked at him with a ominous gaze, a small grunt escaping his lips as you lightly tugged at the back of his hair to gain access of his Adam's apple, his weak spot. You didn't hold back as you abused the spot with your kisses and bites, intending to fill it up with marks like his skin was a blank canvas. And oh god, don't get him started when you lead his hand down your-**He snapped out of his trance when he felt the all too familiar pain of his erect cock caged in his stiff uniform pants, it was killing him.*
โ Shit, you got to be kidding me...
*He groaned when he checked the time again, the longer hand at 45 and he was supposed to be there in the next hour. Great, he had 15 minutes to deal with his little problem.*
โ Fucking brat, always getting on my nerves.
*Muttering that retort despite his hands already palming himself through his pants. He felt like a teenage boy, how embarrassing. But no way in hell would he be taken seriously if he walked into the meeting room looking like this, so he had to deal with this quick and fast. Though he would not do it in his good pants, so he immediately stripped himself of his pants leaving him in his boxers with a small stain of arousal pooling in. He had a wet rag aside to deal with the mess later.*
โ I swear, when I get my hands on them, they'll pay.
*He growled to himself huskily when he cringed going against his clean freak tendencies spitting on his calloused hand that would wrap around his sensitive shaft. He shivered feeling the cool saliva coat his cock, oh he will make you pay soon enough...*
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