Pember cracked his eyes open, looking up at him through those dark lashes. “Yeah?”
Twisting a finger around the waistband of Pember’s underwear, Blake tugged it, making it drag up his crease. “I propose we go in for normal office hours.”
Pember gasped, the edges of his mouth pulling into a playful smile. “Eight?” he said, pressing his erection against Blake’s hip.
Blake smirked, propping an arm behind his head. “Maybe even eight thirty.”
Pember’s hand glided up his chest, his nimble fingers drawing his chin down. “I think that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said, DS Smith.”
Pember kissed him with an open mouth, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it pop out again. It was possibly the most sensual thing Blake had ever experienced.
Morning breath and all.
Loosening his grip on Pember’s underwear, his fingers traced along the line of his hip and across the curve of his lower back. They dipped under the thin band of material until he was fully cupping his arse.
Pember smirked, letting his palm drift over Blake’s midriff. “Found something you like?”
Hooking his other hand around his thigh, he pulled Pember on top of him. “An arse like yours should be illegal,” he whispered, licking Pember’s throat. “So pretty, and pink, and?—”
He felt the flush of hot skin across his tongue as Pember blushed. He pushed his nose through Blake’s hair. “You smell so good,” he whispered, grinding his hips into Blake’s lap. “You made a promise, you know?”
“Mhm,” Blake mumbled, sucking deep love bites across his shoulder.
“You said you’d be inside me every night and every morning if it pleased me.”
“I did,” he purred, digging his fingertips into Pember’s arse cheeks.
“Ah—” Pember squeezed him between his thighs and ground down. “It would… please me now.”
Blake growled, flipping him onto his back and pulling down his underwear with asnap. Both dogs yelped and skittered off the bed, huffing indignantly at being disturbed from their snooze.
Gripping Pember’s hips, Blake pulled him beneath his body, kissing his chin and jaw as his hands ran over every inch of his chest. Pember’s breaths stuttered when he pinched his nipples, the pink nubs hardening under the fabric of his T-shirt.
Pembers fingers worked their way into his boxers, peeling them down and making his cock slap against his belly. Their mouths slotted together, hot and hard, biting each other’s lips in a ferocious not-quite kiss.
Gripping Pember’s ankles, Blake pulled them around his waist. “Mine,” he growled, licking the scent gland in the crook of Pember’s shoulder. It was pink and swollen, just begging to be bitten.
“Ngh. Mine,” Pember moaned, his fingernails digging into Blake’s shoulders as their hips rocked together. “Ah—yesterday,” he panted. “Yesterday you nearly called me your… your mate. In front of those… other… officers. Didn’t you?”
Blake gritted his teeth, pushing Pember’s thighs up and hooking his arms behind his knees. “Yes,” he admitted, sliding his cock up and down Pember’s crease, wetting it in his slick.
“It was so hot,” Pember breathed. “Ohfuckit was so hot, Blake. I want you to say it again. I want you to never stop saying it.”
Blake’s chest swelled ten sizes at those words, and he found himself grinning as he traced the pad of his thumb around Pember’s hole. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh,” Pember moaned.
“Even though I’m a grouchy old bastard?”
Pember nodded jerkily, winding his arms around Blake’s neck. “You’re not that old.” Tipping forward, he pressed his forehead to Blake’s chest and looked between his legs. Wetting his lips, he wriggled impatiently. “Are you going to make me wait all day?”
Blake hummed, dragging his nose through Pember’s hair. He slid the head of his cock over Pember’s hole, biting his lip as he watched the slick gathering at his tip. His piercing breached Pember’s entrance, making them both shudder.
“I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’ to lube?” Blake chuckled.
Pember wet his lips. “I-I don’t like the feel of it anyway.”
“What about protection? I have?—”
