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familianegotium:

   Hmm. So feisty, this one. That gentle press of hips to his own is given a smirk in response, mock innocence coating his features when brows lift and his eyes dart heavenwards quickly. Hands are mischievous, slipping from that warm skin to find back pockets and situate there, though he refrains from grabbing handfuls. For now.

   ”Well… which one? There’s been quite a few, you know.” His smirk is smug, and the hunter takes the moment to dip and catch the plump lower lip and tug, tasting briefly. “There’ve been a few where I bend you over that desk,” The very one only a few feet away, where he can almost always find the intern. “Or I’ll take a seat, and you’ll dip down underneath it, get your mouth on me.” 

   He does grab then, squeezes denim covered flesh and dips to urge him up, lifting with that hold alone until he’s got him on the desk from his earlier mention. Hands move to thighs now, spread them apart so he can fit between, nosing along the sharply defined jaw to mouth at fair skin on the delicate underside of it. 

   ”Or when I get to mark you up, claim you in front of all of your coworkers. They’re only feet away and they don’t know, and you get off on it. You bite down - on me, on your hand… just to keep as quiet as you can while I fuck you raw only feet away from your friends. And they’re none the wiser.” 

    Stuart’s glad to roll his hips back into Dean’s grip as hands slide into his back pockets, humming softly and smirking up to the older male.  The sound of his voice, the way that he spoke and mentioned that there had been quite a few had Stuart smirking himself.  Just waiting and groaning softly when Dean bites gently at his lower lip, a small shock travelling through him and making his back arch a bit.

     His breathing hitches slightly as Dean says that one was where he was bent over his desk, taking a deep breath in to calm himself before the other moved.  The squeezing pulls a groan, almost hum from his throat, wrapping legs around Dean’s waist when he’s hoisted up before placed on the desk.  They unwrap and he runs his fingers through the back of the hunter’s hair, nails scraping lightly at the scalp as Dean mouths along his jaw.

    “Those all sound very doable – but I’ve got more interest in the last one.”  He’s so hard already, just from Dean’s actions and his words, wanting more than what he’s getting and to fulfill his dreams instead of leaving them to be just that.  "Maybe because there’s more detail to it?“  Stuart’s heels press along the back of Dean’s legs, pulling him close as he scoots forward a bit, pressing against him as much as he can.