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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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<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