InsaneJournal

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Fifteen minutes.

Luther only had fifteen minutes.

Soon enough, the black door to his tidy office was closed and before the other could even blink, Luther slammed him against said door, pinning his body against the other’s back. Fayt was warm. Fayt was panting. He was still wearing his uniform: black slacks and his white office shirt, like Luther’s.

Luther chuckled.

“Did you miss me?”

It was a simple question.

Fayt nodded and Luther proceeded to turn him around and pull him close.

Thirteen minutes.

He wanted to make it all count.

He kissed Fayt hard on the lips, thrusting his tongue forward. Out of what seemed to be surprise, Fayt yielded and Luther tasted him, tasted the moistness and the heat of his mouth. Fayt tasted of sweets. He was addicting.

Fayt’s hands moved, one hand sliding down his hip and the other hand unbuttoning his office shirt. It had been too long.

Ten minutes.

Luther wanted to feel all of him, but ten minutes was not enough. He began to rub against him, feeling the friction of the shirt, feeling Fayt’s arousal pressing against his own. Luther was hot and frustrated from a long day’s work.

Seven minutes.

Luther was already letting his mouth trail down the column of Fayt’s neck, nipping at the delicate skin. Fayt was moaning softly, fingers clutching tightly at the strands of Luther’s hair.

There was simply not enough time.

Luther bit and Fayt cried out in pain. He licked the blood away, the other shuddering from it and kissed Fayt again. He offered no mercy and had even expected retaliation from this.

He was right as Fayt’s fast-moving hands dragged his pants down and wrapped one hand around his arousal. It was incredible. Those fingers worked around the head, the thumb pressing against the tip, the hand itself moving up then down. Luther was holding himself back because he wanted to be in control.

But this was too much, even for him.

As he broke the kiss, he leaned heavily against Fayt and whispered huskily to his ear:

“Our time’s up, Fayt.”

They separated, both still flushed from arousal. Luther was hard. He haven’t reached release. Fayt was staring at him, his brilliant green eyes for once unreadable. Luther was panting harshly. He stepped back. Yes. This was what he needed to do. He needed to get away. After all, he could take care of himself.

Fayt turned around and placed his hand on the knob. He glanced back at Luther with a small, thoughtful frown. Luther did not want his pity.

He turned the knob and the door slowly slid open. Luther hesitated.

“Wait.”

“Fifteen minutes,” Fayt murmured, shaking his head. He closed the door and locked it. “Everyday, we spend fifteen minutes in each other’s company. Is that what you really want?”

Luther chuckled bitterly. “It’s not like I can ask for more.”

“That’s not like you to assume things,” Fayt said with a smile. He stepped forward and took another step, and another until he was finally standing by Luther’s side. He pressed his body against Luther’s and kissed Luther’s cheek. “You can have all of me, if you want.”

“If I want,” Luther repeated in a much softer voice. He was having a hard time concentrating as those talented hands began to move again. He gasped as fingers slid around his aching length. “What if I prefer to have just bits of you everyday, piece by piece?”

“Then you’ll never have all of me,” Fayt said with a soft laugh and with a final tug, Luther began to relax, his body shuddering from his climax. Fayt glanced at his messy hand, held it up to Luther and suddenly licked one of his fingers.

His green eyes were dark with lust.

“You’re really asking for it,” Luther said breathlessly. “How many minutes did it take, this time?”

Fayt let out another soft laugh. “Thirty minutes.”

“Hmmm,” Luther said with his own little smirk. “That just won’t do.”

He pressed Fayt against him again and thought to himself that he would keep Fayt. He would take him over and over and he knew that he would never be tired of him because Fayt was so many things. Fayt was his second-in-command and his lover in this modern world of rapidly evolving technology.

In this world, Fayt was his.

He was not about to lose him again.

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Fin.

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A/n: Lawls.