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“This is– I’m not sure we should–” Every sentence was cut off with a pant or a moan as Gabriel tipped his head back, his body swaying, legs slightly spread. I was on my knees, the alley floor biting into my skin as I nuzzled my face against the hard swell of his erection, taking my time with the man as I slowly undid him. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. They fluttered around my shoulders somewhere, occasionally brushing against my jaw or ear. He couldn’t let them sit or settle. It was too close to taking control, in his eyes. The man could walk around the Night Market, barking orders and enacting outdated laws to a precision that was uncomfortable. Yet, if I asked him to place his hand on my head during a blowjob, the request was met with confusion and the slightest amount of hesitation. I had to phrase it as an order to get him anywhere. 

Today, I wasn’t going to issue orders. No. Today, he was going to have to choose. Poor man.

My breath was hot against the swell of fabric, his zipper scraping against my lips. I could feel him twitch in anticipation. His sword was still strapped to his waist and clinked against the wall supporting him with each involuntary roll of his hips. This version of Gabriel was my favorite. Still fighting and yet an utter mess. His perfectly coiffed hair was out of place, one dark lock falling before his eyes. His lips were parted and slick with spit from licking them and his body trembled. Oh, how his body trembled. A livewire that needed a release but had nowhere to put it.

“This is highly inappropriate,” he told me.

He had been patrolling when I found him. He came around the corner predictably. I was never sure just how exactly he did it. Even if he had to stop someone, he was at the same place at the same time every day. I tried to tell him once that that sort of predictability made it so people truly trying to avoid the law, had a way to do it. He seemed unconcerned and not for the first time, I wondered how exactly he managed to be in the right place at the right time without losing his schedule.

“You are the Warden,” I murmured. “There has to be some perks.” And while he was saying this was highly inappropriate I couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t trying to move away.

“I have a route,” he protested, his hips bucking as I sucked on the fabric of his trousers. “Individuals to apprehend.”

I laughed against him. “Such a rule follower.”

“It’s important.”

I cupped him, my fingers reaching between his legs to caress him. Gabriel didn’t let out demonstrative sounds when he was pleased. Instead, I had to read his cues through the desperate little pants he let escape his lips.

“So you don’t want me to suck you off in this alley?” I teased.

He squirmed. “That term is crude.”

“Yet, it is the term I used.” I reached up, taking his zipper down inch by inch, seeing the black fabric beneath strain. There was already a damp spot near the front as his musky scent flooded my senses. “Look at you,” I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

His hand shot out as I got his trousers down around his hips. For the first time, he gripped me tight. He was looking down at me through the shadows of his lashes, a sheen of sweat brushing against his cheeks.

“This breaks so many laws,” he told me.

I grinned. “Then arrest me.”

I pulled him from his damp briefs, gripping the base of his shaft. It was thick and dark, pulsing in my hand. I let my tongue sneak out to lick a wet stripe against him, pinning him with my other hand as he violently jerked in my grip. My name fell from his lips in a soft expulsion but when I looked up, his face was hard angles and a desire so potent that I felt like the one submitting, not him.

“You want more?” I asked him. He wouldn’t say yes. He would never give that kind of control so early. But he didn’t pull away. So, I leaned forward, giving him ample time to say no, and wrapped my lips around the dark and swollen head. My tongue played with the slit there, lapping up beads of precum, and not once did I take my eyes away. He bit his own lip to keep from groaning, bending slightly at the waist.

I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper.I could feel the stretch of my lips and the need to gag as he hit the back of my throat. His eyes widened as he was overcome with the urge to tell me to stop. But I swallowed and his words came out as nothing more than broken little sounds. My fingers dug into his hips, thumbs dipping into the line of his groin. The bite of my nails against his skin sent another shock of pleasure through him as another lock of hair fell out of place.

I began bobbing my head in earnest then, working him up and down with a bruising suction. He didn’t notice when someone was about to round the corner, or the way my wrist flicked out to erect a wall there. He was far too gone now, hair damp with sweat and legs shaking as he planted them firmly on the ground to keep himself upright.

I cupped his balls in my hand, rolling them against my palm to feel the heavy weight there. One finger reached back to graze his hole and I couldn’t help the small chuckle as his hand finally shot out in warning to stop me from going further. Once his hand was in my hair though, I wasn’t going to let him go.

I reached up, lacing my fingers across the back of his, my hair tangled within our grip. Together, we applied pressure, pushing me down onto his cock until my nose was buried in the wiry hair there and I could smell nothing but him. I could feel him fighting. Trying to keep himself from releasing. I nuzzled against his crotch, spit dripping down my chin as my eyes watered. Choking on his thick length I shuffled myself closer, begging him to use my mouth to just fuck me and take his release.

Squeezing his hand, I looked up at him. I’m sure my eyes were blown just as his were. The need for this was traded between us in thick spirals and when I felt his fingers tighten on his own accord, I let out a whine that broke him.

He fucked my throat hard and fast then, the need for me too strong to fight. I let myself be used, tears dripping down my cheeks in worship as he finally let go. He gritted his teeth, trying to hang on but too desperate to understand that he couldn’t. I could feel him swelling within my throat, his balls pulling taut, and then he groaned. It was a blissful, jagged, and broken groan that sent my head spiraling. His release shot down my throat, spilling into my mouth and over my lips with the sheer amount of it.

Gabriel pulled away quickly, getting to his knees and pressing his lips to mine. He licked his own cum from my mouth, taking care to get each drop that was left over. I panted, squirming in his grip and feeling my own arousal overtake me. I was embarrassed to say that it did it for me. That I was following my own crest of pleasure right after him.

I had built the walls tight around us during my climax, encasing us in a small cocoon of cobbled walls to give us privacy as we panted against each other. Gabriel’s pants were still around his knees as he gathered me in his arms, rocking us both unconsciously.

“Are you alright?”

I hummed, my voice sore. I was more than alright. “I like seeing you lose control,” I whispered.

He made a dissatisfied sound at the back of his throat, telling me he clearly did not like that I had taken him there. Each scrap of pleasure had to be yanked from Gabriel to keep him from winding himself so tight that he loses himself all over again.

“I am going to be late on my rounds,” he told me.

“Somehow I doubt that.”

I will have to file a report and I do not know what I am supposed to put down for my excuse of tardiness.”

“Prisoner 47b was being a problem again,” I grinned.

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

Shakily, he pulled us both to our feet, righting our clothing. And just like that, the Night Market and the Warden faced each other again.

“I would like to take you to dinner tonight,” he told me.

“Yes, Warden. Whatever you say.”

He blinked at me. It was his way of rolling his eyes. Then, without giving his goodbyes, he turned to leave. I opened a way through for him before he could ask.

It wasn’t until he was almost around the corner that he paused, however. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder at me. “Be on time tonight,” he told me. “I would hate to arrest you.” He winked awkwardly.

I couldn’t help the laugh. I had no idea what he meant other than he was trying to be sexy and coy. Somehow, it worked.