wynterssolitude | Locked to shiro_megane

Having Decembra in his life had helped bring some balance to his days. Before, Uryu had a tendency to work long hours even in comparison to his colleagues. These days, he had a reason to look forward to coming home to the person waiting there for him. But that, unfortunately, didn't change the long shifts or the need for the occasional night shift. Tonight had been slow, though, which Decembra might have picked up on.

It was a good thing Uryu hadn't been in the middle of drinking anything, or he might have choked on it as he momentarily forgot how to breathe when he saw what Decembra had sent, and as it was, it took him a moment to even register the messages sent along with the image. It was the definition of 'not safe for work', and yet he couldn't tear his eyes away.

'Like' would be an understatement.

He was... unprepared for this, to say the least, but he could instantly grasp the appeal.

The color's an excellent choice for complementing your eyes. The cut is very flattering as well. Staring at his phone, he was reminded what a lucky man he was.

Perhaps it was avaricious of him, but...

If you aren't too busy, I wouldn't mind seeing it from other angles.

He really should have been able to wait until he could get home. He would see it then, after all.

A soft laugh left her, her lips forming a smile as she read his messages. A warmth coloured her cheeks as she angled the phone higher, looking up into the camera, her other hand gently tugged the collar of the sweater downwards exposing the soft expanse of her breasts and the lacy pattern of her bra beneath it.

I had hoped you would like it, you were in mind when I bought it

Another photo now, this time of her laying on her side, fingers pulling the sweater up higher on her body, soft thighs parted ever so slightly.

I'm never too busy to indulge you, darling. Especially if what you want to indulge in is me

Decembra enjoyed bringing out this side of Uryu, knowing that he wanted to see more of her delighted her in a way that made her heart race.

Enchanting. Both Decembra and how the garment looked on her. Mainly Decembra. You spoil me.

I'm definitely in a mood to indulge in you. Not that he wasn't always, but now, especially and in particular. It's going to be difficult, waiting until the end of the shift.

It's a shame I'm not in a position to indulge you in return. At least, he didn't think he was in a position to indulge her in the same way...

I love spoiling you, it's one of my favourite things to do How the knowledge of him wanting her made warmth spread throughout her body.

It's a slow night right? What if I just dropped by? What would you do?

Of course you are~ You could undo a few buttons for me, let me see that skin I love to kiss

Then a few minutes pass before another picture is sent, this time she's reclined back against his pillows, her sweater pulled up, hem held between her teeth exposing the lace clad swell of her breasts. Her knees are bent, a hand between lush thighs hiding her sex teasingly from view.

As straight-laced as he is, the idea of her dropping by like that hadn't occurred to him, but now that she's seeded the idea in his head... Even before she sends the third picture, he's leaning back in the chair a little and groaning at the thought.

He's never really having sent a selfie before, and though he could, in theory, send her an unsolicited dick pic, or just a picture of exterior of his slacks and the effect these pictures is having on him, it strikes him as too crude. Thankfully, she's provided an alternative. Loosening his tie a little, he undoes the top few buttons of his shirt, doing his best to give the phone camera the smouldering look he'd be giving Decembra if she was teasing him with poses like those in the flesh. Taking a few snapshots in rapid succession, he chooses the one he hopes looks best. He sends it to her not with a text but instead a voice note, letting her hear the yearning for her in his voice, mingled with a certain hushed note of urgency.

"I'd love to have you model that sweater for me in person, but if you did drop by, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you."

It takes Decembra a few moments to catch her breath at the sight of him. His gaze in the photo making her pulse quicken as if he was in the room with her. She shifts leaning against the pillows as she listens to his voice, excitement filling her, throbbing with her pulse between her thighs.

She didn't hesitate to call him, wanting to hear more of his voice hushed and hot for her. Her fingers drift across her stomach as the phone rang, and when he answered her voice was warm with her own yearning for him.

"If I was there, I would be right in your lap kissing you breathless. My fingers in your hair" she let out a sigh at the thought her fingers teasing the hem of her panties. "Just the thought has me throbbing"

Seeing her calling, he didn't hesitate to answer. Things were escalating, they were escalating, but the idea of de-escalation was the furthest thing from what he wanted, even if in the back of his mind he knew this was probably a bad idea.

Uryu let his eyes drift closed as he listened to Decembra's voice, the picture she painted with her words, envisioning it all so clearly he could almost feel it.

"My hands on your hips... maybe traveling from there, sliding up, under that new sweater of yours, my lips on your throat, leaving marks on you where I'm tasting you..."

She wasn't the only one throbbing anymore.

"Go on... There's no need for you to wait..." He would have to wait– at least, he wasn't so wound up it completely overwhelmed his sense of where he was.

Truthfully all pretense of control left her at the sight of him. She wondered if he knew how much of a weakness she had under his gaze. Knowing that the desired her excited her in ways she couldn't describe.

Her eyes closed at the sound of his voice, the image painted in her mind making her body feel hot, skin sensitive to the mere idea of his touch drifting across her body.

"Uryu..." Her voice was a breathless sigh, twisted with desire, catching in her throat at the permission. She didn't resist then, not when idea of touching herself for him made her heart race.

A soft hitched moan left her as fingers pressed into the slick wet of her sex, teasing over her swollen clit.

"The feeling of your mouth on my neck drives me crazy" she breathed out, another trembling moan leaving her as fingers circled her clit.

"My fingers in your hair, grinding down against you. Mmnnh, I want you, want to feel you deep inside me. It'd be so easy, I'm so... So wet" she was babbling with her pleasure, voice hot and hungry with her desire.

"The sound of your voice is enough to drive me crazy," and never had that been truer than in this moment. Just from her voice alone, the hitches in her voice, the moans, it would have been maddening even if she'd been reciting the phone book. But with the scene she was painting in his mind? "I'm going to spend the rest of my shift not being able to think about anything else but you in my lap. I miss you so much, don't stop, I'm so hard for you–" It was all he could do not to touch himself, listening to her touching herself, picturing it. Not that touching himself would have been enough to take his mind off of her – at this point, it might not even take the edge off. Nothing other than Decembra herself would satisfy the need she'd kindled.

Decembra was lost in the sensation, the sound of his voice, his words made her feel hotter. She worked her fingers faster against herself, panting heavily into the phone, whining softly as her pleasure spiked in her body.

"Uryu, I miss you too, I miss you too" she gasped pushing up into her fingers, her breath catching in that telltale way that indicated she was going to come. "I love you, I'm so close, I'm so close" a tight sound leaves her throat.

"Wish you were inside me...want you fucking me...pounding me. I... oh god I--"

The moan was ragged as the orgasm rocked her body, fingers working against herself to drive it out longer moaning and whimpering into the phone until she could only gasp. She couldn't speak for a few moments just breathing hard into the phone her heart still beating heavily in her chest.

"Love you" she managed after a few moments, her voice soft and filled with affection.

Uryu's head was spinning from how quickly she'd made him this aroused, but it did nothing to impede his ability to picture perfectly what was happening on the other end of the line, his own breath catching, the hand that wasn't gripping his phone clenching at the fabric of his white coat just to stop him from touching himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this worked up and not able to do anything about it, his erection practically seething in his pants. Maybe when he was a teenager?

"That was magnificent. You're magnificent," he told her, his timbre a breathy mixture of warmth and affection and lust and exquisite yearning. "I love you, too, Decembra. I love you so much." He hoped she could picture it as clearly as he could, what he'd be doing if he was there, all tangled limbs and a shower of breathless kisses until they could catch their breaths for another round. "I'll be there as soon as I can, my love. I'll be counting the minutes, thinking of what I'd be doing if you were here."

Although she had just came, it didn't seem to take the edge off. The desire for him just burned hotter than ever at the sound of his voice, his praise. Nothing felt better than Uryu praising her, telling her he loved her. She could imagine him, from the sound of his voice how worked up he must be, could almost imagine the feel of his lips against her own, the touch of his hands on her skin.

She smiled into the phone wishing she could kiss him "I love you so much" she murmured taking a moment to take a picture of sticky cum coated fingers for him. The idea of being there with him danced temptingly in the back of her mind. The drive would be short, and if he had time to be on the phone with her like this then perhaps...

The thought alone made her ache for him.

So she pushed herself out of bed, despite shaking knees and the droplets of fluids rolling down her thighs. "You must be throbbing" she murmured into the phone as she searched for something to wear. "Have you touched yourself at all?" she asked as she dressed, wanting to keep him on edge for her, for when she arrived.

"Oh, I very much am," he admitted, a warm, fond smile just as audible in his timbre, just a hint of a groan beneath it. Frustrated, aching, even, but not frustrated at or with her, never at her, only at the situation he found himself in tonight.

"And no – in that order. If I start, I don't think I'd be able to keep myself from making the most unprofessional mess of myself," he sighed wistfully, as if this wasn't already the most unprofessional conversation he'd ever had while on the clock. "Though I've never been so tempted to touch myself when I shouldn't as I am now. I'll have to content myself with daydreaming about cleaning those fingers of yours one my one with my mouth."

There was something so arousing at the idea of Uryu having to hold composure over himself. Hearing that strain in his voice made something coil tight in Decembra's belly, as though she hadn't even cum at all. She still felt hot, and she throbbed deep in her core at the idea of him throbbing, aching for her.

"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we?" she said softly, her voice still holding that tinge of hunger. The idea was impulsive, yet it didn't stop her from pushing herself from the bed and quickly finding a thin strapped summer dress and hastily threw it on.

"I adore how much you love the taste of me, makes me want to sit on your face" she said cheekily as she tucked her feet into shoes, grabbed her keys and left their apartment. At this hour the drive would be quick, under fifteen minutes if she really gunned it.

"I wish I was there with you right now, I want to feel you throbbing on my tongue. Or better yet, inside me"

As focused on Decembra's voice as Uryu was, letting her paint a picture of them with her words, the jingling of keys on the other end didn't really register.

"That would be one way to keep me from giving us away by making too much noise... We could spend the night exploring all the different ways to keep our mouths otherwise occupied. Though with how quickly the shift would go, the bigger risk might be losing track of time..."

The hand that wasn't holding the phone to his ear had his palm flush against his leg, rubbing slightly. Uryu wasn't in any way erotically stimulating himself, but he needed to do something with the hand to keep from touching himself.

The thought of Uryu’s mouth on her made her feel hot in a way that made her feel feral. It made it difficult to concentrate as she started up the vehicle, able to hear that tell-tale strain of arousal in his voice.

“Being spread open on your desk as you devour me. The feeling of your tongue on my clit drives me crazy you know, I love just falling apart on your tongue” her voice was heated trembling ever so as she thought of it.

Her driving was…reckless to say the least. And if he was paying attention more than the sound of her voice he could hear the hum of her car.

“God I want you Uryu, I'm going crazy” she murmured into the phone her voice hot and hungry as she squirmed on her seat. “I want to taste you, to kiss you, to feel you. I want you touching me right now”

With each passing moment drew her unknowingly closer to him. Thankful for the near empty streets as she drove.

“I want you inside me the moment we're together” she murmured as she pulled into that parking lot heart racing, eager to see him. Near falling over her own feet in her hurry to get into the building.

"You're making my mouth water, talking like that. Don't stop." God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this wound up, and she'd done this to him without ever needing to touch him.

"You're not going crazy alone, my love," Uryu groaned, fingers flexing, eyes sliding closed, the better to picture all of it, every lurid detail, his cock straining against the confines of his clothes, practically seething with need.

"The moment I see you, I'm all yours, and you're all mine." Of course, he was thinking about the moment he finally made it home to her in the morning, not aware just how close she was.

A mysterious beauty visiting a doctor in the dead of night was sure to start a rumor... well, it would have been, if that doctor had been anyone other than the infamously workaholic Doctor Uryu Ishida. His reputation might help cover them if they could stay quiet, though a woman as stunning as Decembra would surely leave an impression on any of the staff who saw her on the way to Uryu's office...

The sound of Uryu so wound up like this was such a turn on. Not that it took much effort to have him breathless and hungry for her, but it was rare for him to get into something like this while he was supposed to be working. That in itself was delicious to her.

"I'm dripping at the thought of it darling, your tongue against me, pushing inside me" her voice was low, soft as she made her way through the hospital. It wouldn't be the first time she had visited during his shift, knowing the path to his office without needing to ask for directions.

"I bet you're throbbing, aching. I love when you're like that you know. Love feeling you twitch inside me" she voice was a hushed heated whisper, her thighs squeezing together, trying to relieve that ache of desire within her. She was thankful for the hour, that there wasn't many about to hear her though at this point she could care. Not when he was so close.

Her heart was pounding in anticipation as she made her way down the quiet hallway, her pace quickening as she neared his office. She paused at the door knowing that he would have locked it, her hand resting on the door.

"Knock, knock" she said into the phone before rapping on the door "Let me in"

It might raise a few eyebrows, the gorgeous elf making her way to the workaholic doctor's office in the dead of night without stopping to speak with any of the staff – and whether she noticed or not, she definitely was turning heads – but, well, anyone who knew him would likely struggle to picture him being anything less than the very picture of professionalism, struggle to imagine him with someone like her, let alone a salacious midnight tryst. Surely there was a less improbable explanation.

(The only response they'd get from Uryu later would be a prim, "Doctor-patient confidentiality", though at the moment, he was far from composed, eyes widening, heart racing as he heard someone knocking on the door.

"You didn't," he whispered into his phone in delighted disbelief. The next few seconds were a blur – Uryu had never crossed the distance between his desk and the door to his office so quickly, hands starting to unlock the door before he'd even fully stopped moving, greeting Decembra with the smile of a man who couldn't quite believe his own luck as he threw open the door.

Decembra wasn't one to care much about what others thought of her, used to being looked at and drawing attention even when she wasn't trying to. She was thankful that no one had tried to stop her, she wasn't sure how she would have reacted. The need, the aching desire to be with him over taking any real rational thought.

There was a thrill of delight at the sound of the disbelief in his voice. And those few seconds felt like hours, hearing him cross the room, the sound of the lock clicking and the door opening. She felt breathless at the sight of him, a rush of desire through her making her dizzy.

"Hi" she said softly as she disconnected the call, a hand moving to press against his chest as she pushed him backwards back into the office. It took everything in her to hold herself together, to not throw herself into his arms and kiss him like she wanted too.

But even she was conscious of his reputation, and the last thing she wanted was to cause him any trouble.

She waited until the door was shut behind her before she pressed close. The sweater clung tightly to the heavy swell of her breasts. The pajama bottoms she wore hugged low on her hips, exposing her midriff. It was no wonder she caught the eye of anyone who had seen her on the way to him.

"Hi" she said again, drawing him down her fingers, twisting in the fabric of her shirt as she pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth, giving him no moment to think this through. That maybe he shouldn't let her draw him down this reckless path.

If it was any reassurance, even as she pulled him down into a kiss, Uryu was already leaning down to kiss Decembra deeply, one hand reaching up to cradle her cheek as his free arm wrapped around her, holding her close. Almost as soon as the door was shut, Uryu had her back up against it, his body pressed flush against hers, a thigh wedging between her legs, brushing up against her, not a second to waste, never mind what mess it might cause– the desk was simply too far away, the time it would take to reach it an eternity, even for a man as deliberate and patient as Uryu. He did not come up for air a second before he had to, and when he did, the smile he gave her was delirious, face flushed.

"For a moment I thought I might be dreaming."

The kiss had her weak in the knees and she was thankful for the strength of his arm, and then the firm press of the door behind her to hold herself up. She moaned against his lips, mouth opening to meet his tongue the taste of him making her feel dizzy. The press of his thigh between her legs drew a whimper against his lips and she could help the way her hips squirmed grinding down against him with needy little bucks of her hips.

Decembra returned his kiss, head swimming from just how good it felt. How every part of her body seemed to burn whenever he touched and she was breathless and dizzy when the kiss broke. She looked up at him, returning that delirious smile with one of her own, a hand reaching up to cup his face.

"You just might be" she said teasingly, her thumb tracing his lower lip before she leaned up to kiss him again. This time soft, more playful, teasing. Her teeth pulled on his lower lip, tongue sliding against it to sooth the sting of the bite. "Just what shall you do with me hm?" she asked her other hand moving to slide down his front, cupping over the very obvious swell in his pants. She inhaled sharply fingers tracing his cock.

"What should we do with this?"

Uryu leaned into the touch, savoring the nearness, basking in her presence, almost like a cat rubbing their whiskers into the hand of their owner. It hadn't been that long since they'd seen each other, less than a day, but it had felt entirely too long.

Decembra didn't need him to say a word to hear what his body was saying, the way his cock twitched beneath her touch, the way his eyes half-closed for a moment, or the breathy noise he made and how he needed a moment to find his breath again after. He was asking for more.

He swallowed thickly, his breath hot. "I haven't been able to stop thinking how good that sweater looks on you since you sent that picture," he admitted, his free hand wandering up to cup a breast and squeeze it through the fabric. "And about how much I'd love to give you a pearl necklace to go with it."

Decembra loved more than anything how responsive he was to her, how he soaked up her touch with such need. Her mouth felt dry, a wave of desire running through her making her pulse quicken further as her fingers curled and flexed against his cock.

She could not get over how hot he was when she got him like this, aching and throbbing for her. The slide of his hand up her body made her breath hitch, back arching ever so into the squeeze of his fingers on her breast. Her breath trembled at his words her eyes darkening as the lust for him grew.

Getting Uryu to talk dirty was always a victory; to hear what he really wanted was what she really found sexy. That he wanted to share that part of himself with her. She wet her lips, a soft hum leaving her as she stretched out against the door, letting him get a good look at her in said sweater, the dip of her cleavage low and inviting.

"That can be arranged," she said with a playful hum as she slid her body downwards, settling in a comfortable squat in front of him. "Take a picture when you're done?" she asked as her fingers worked his belt open, gently dragging her lips along the curve of him through his clothing. She was impatient, fingers working the fastens of his pants and then working them and his underwear off his hips, a soft moan leaving her as she freed his cock.

"God look at you" she murmured, fingers curling around the base of him as she leaned close her lips pressing a long slow kiss to the swollen tip of his dick.

If the Uryu he'd been before he'd met Decembra had been told he would go from sexting, to phone sex, to sleeping with someone in his office while on shift, he would have been incredulous, aghast, and in denial about how intrigued he was. Decembra's own brash daring, and her unconditional warmth and acceptance was what inspired his daring. Her lack of judgement – and more than that, her encouragement – was incredibly freeing. Uryu wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve her or if he simply didn't deserve her – though he certainly did his best every day to bring as much to her life as she'd brought to his – but he was incredibly grateful, both to her and for her. He was still dedicated to his work, but now, at least, with someone waiting at home for him, he was leagues closer to balance than he had been before he'd met her.

And it went without saying, the sex was fantastic.

With all the verbal foreplay, worked up as he was, even feeling her hot breath graze his aching cock, seeing her squatting in front of him, giving him that breathtaking view of her cleavage, was enough to make him twitch a little, and when he felt her hand wrap around him, when he felt her kiss on him, that was all it took for her to get a bead of precum out of him.

"Decembra..." That moan came out louder than he had meant it to.

Uryu brought a safe comfort in her life. She had always been flighty, never staying in one place or relationship for any long period of time. Yet somehow, one of her whims had brought her to his arms and now, surprisingly she found herself sharing a home with him.

Though anywhere with him would be home.

She loved this side of him, just as much as she loved how hard he worked, him eyes down in a book as she lay her head on his lap. The sound of her name, wrapped up in that moan. It sent a rush of arousal straight to her core. As hot as it was, she was still aware that anyone walking by could hear them. She looked up at him, letting out warm laugh against his skin, hushing him gently, a hand resting against his hip.

"Quiet darling." she murmured, though she gave him no time to gather himself as her tongue darted out, catching the bead of precum on her tongue with a happy little moan. She teased him and herself by circling the head of his cock with her tongue before finally wrapping her lips around him, a low moan in the back of her throat as she sunk her mouth around his cock.

She looked up at him, lips stretched around him before sinking into a steady rhythm. The slide of his cock in her mouth making her throb.

Chastened by the loving admonition, Uryu's responses became much quieter, and though his breath caught audibly in his throat from Decembra's tonguework – as if he wasn't already worked up to full mast – it may have been easy for Decembra to catch, but it would much harder for anyone else to overhear.

Still, even now, even in this position, Decembra wasn't the only one capable of being teasing, and while the long, slender fingers of one hand ran through her silvery tresses, the other trailed down to one of her ears, just glancing touches, lovingly teasing, at first.

Normally, Uryu would have held himself still, at least at first, letting Decembra find her rhythm, only starting to move his hips as she unraveled him, but this time, as wound up as he was, though he tried to hold still, he wasn't able to completely hold himself back, just a jerk of his hips, but telling nevertheless.

"S-sorry," he murmured under his breath to her, while the hand lavishing attention on her ear began stroking and rubbing more firmly.

Every sound she coaxed from Uryu's lips went straight to her core, was almost better than the feeling of his cock in pressed firmly into her mouth. The feeling of his fingers through her hair made her shiver, her breath catching as those slender fingers found the long tip of her ear. Her breathing hitched tight in her throat and that flush darkened on her cheeks.

Her mouth sucked tighter around him, letting him fill her mouth completely, each fleeting touch of his fingers against her ears drawing a soft whimper in the back of her throat. The jerk of his hips forced his cock into the tight muscles of her throat, and when she withdrew she let her mouth fall wide open looking up at him as shakey wet moans sounded from the back of her throat.

She squirmed her eyes fluttering from the pleasure of his fingers. The hand on his hip squeezed, and gently pulled wordlessly encouraging him to move, her mouth working around him, pulling him firm and deep into her mouth, tongue teasing stiff flesh, the taste of his precum making her cunt throb, aching for him.

It took his breath away, seeing her like this, luxuriating in a moment of raw, unabashed sexuality, her mouth hanging open, the sweet noises falling from those lips, her eyes begging him not to stop. She was an erotic masterpiece, a wet dream made flesh – or was it that he had wandered into a wet dream at some point? The distinction hardly mattered, and she didn't need to signal to him twice that she was ready for him as he started to roll his hips. "Don't stop..." he managed, just barely under his breath. Even if her pace didn't quicken, his would eventually start to as he gradually unraveled, his thrusts becoming less controlled as she brought him closer to an edge he hadn't started all that far away from– though the hand fondling her ear was never rough.

There was something so sexy in watching Uryu, who held himself so strictly falling apart for her. The roll of his hips was met with the push of her mouth, easily falling into rhythm with him. Each push of his cock down her throat earned him a swallow of her muscles around him, the fingers at her ear had her whimpering around him. The thought of stopping didn't even cross her mind, her lips and throat working around him eagerly. A hand moved to cup her breast, kneading the flesh through her clothing, just for something more, to take the edge off.

Wetness coated her lips, easing the slide of his cock in and out of her mouth. Jaw slack as she swallowed him down again and again, hungrily moaning around him. Each throb and twitch of his cock earned him a tight squeeze of her lips and a low moan in the back of her throat as she worked her mouth around him.

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Merry Christmas! Sorry about the long wait!

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<3 I'm sorry

All good!

I totally didn't write this in the bathroom at work

a shame, there'd be a certain poetry – this is a thread about doing naughty things at work~

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Me doing this at work again