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insurmountable2023-10-29 11:43 am
monoceroscaeli) wrote in insurmountable2023-10-29 11:43 am
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how could i ever forget // outside the morning was cool and wet
[It's not often Ajax finds himself getting his head slammed down onto the hood of a car, least of all a cop car. Usually it's him doing the slamming.
But today the young man finds himself denting the hood, the sound of metal caving in under his head ringing in his ears. Not exactly the ideal situation he was hoping for, but he figured sooner or later he'd have a run in with the cops due to the sensitive nature of his profession, but that doesn't mean he has to like how inconsiderate they are with him as they cuff him and throw him in the back of the paddy wagon. Not that he was considerate to them when he was discovered, as evidenced by the blood all over his clothing and knuckles from the fight he'd gotten into with them. How he managed to avoid getting shot is beyond him- plenty of shots were fired, but that hadn't stopped him from knocking a few of them out.
It's just too bad he'd been instructed that he couldn't kill anyone, or else he'd of gotten out of there without being caught.
The lights of the police station are bright, almost too bright from the contrast of how dark it was outside. Ajax squints as he's dragged inside, held tightly by two cops who hurry him through the station, but not fast enough that he doesn't catch a glimpse of the secretary behind the desk as they come in. Pretty, blonde, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Gorgeous eyes, ones that catch his attention almost immediately as he's being shoved towards the back, shining with a radiance that captures him instantly. His eyes lock with hers, feeling something silent yet powerful surge through him from this tiny, insignificant interaction. He doesn't even have a moment to think further on it, before he's so rudely interrupted.
Get moving.
The curt voice of the bigger cop on his right cuts through the moment, anger welling up in Ajax's chest and something dark stirs in his core. If he wasn't cuffed and being restrained, he'd turn that guy's face into a new work of art, something so abstract some insane art collector would gladly pay millions for it.
No sooner had Ajax been ushered in, he disappears from sight as he's taken back into an interrogation room, the mysterious blonde no longer in his sights, now getting shoved into a corner of a room.]
What's with this? Don't you even have the courtesy of giving me a chair to sit in, at least?
[From outside of the room, muffled noises of a scuffle as the cops lay into Ajax can be heard, the loudest of which is a thud of a body slamming into a wall, accompanied by a groan from the ginger kid. Though little do any of them know, their real problems haven't arrived just yet, waking from their slumber right outside of the city...]
But today the young man finds himself denting the hood, the sound of metal caving in under his head ringing in his ears. Not exactly the ideal situation he was hoping for, but he figured sooner or later he'd have a run in with the cops due to the sensitive nature of his profession, but that doesn't mean he has to like how inconsiderate they are with him as they cuff him and throw him in the back of the paddy wagon. Not that he was considerate to them when he was discovered, as evidenced by the blood all over his clothing and knuckles from the fight he'd gotten into with them. How he managed to avoid getting shot is beyond him- plenty of shots were fired, but that hadn't stopped him from knocking a few of them out.
It's just too bad he'd been instructed that he couldn't kill anyone, or else he'd of gotten out of there without being caught.
The lights of the police station are bright, almost too bright from the contrast of how dark it was outside. Ajax squints as he's dragged inside, held tightly by two cops who hurry him through the station, but not fast enough that he doesn't catch a glimpse of the secretary behind the desk as they come in. Pretty, blonde, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Gorgeous eyes, ones that catch his attention almost immediately as he's being shoved towards the back, shining with a radiance that captures him instantly. His eyes lock with hers, feeling something silent yet powerful surge through him from this tiny, insignificant interaction. He doesn't even have a moment to think further on it, before he's so rudely interrupted.
Get moving.
The curt voice of the bigger cop on his right cuts through the moment, anger welling up in Ajax's chest and something dark stirs in his core. If he wasn't cuffed and being restrained, he'd turn that guy's face into a new work of art, something so abstract some insane art collector would gladly pay millions for it.
No sooner had Ajax been ushered in, he disappears from sight as he's taken back into an interrogation room, the mysterious blonde no longer in his sights, now getting shoved into a corner of a room.]
What's with this? Don't you even have the courtesy of giving me a chair to sit in, at least?
[From outside of the room, muffled noises of a scuffle as the cops lay into Ajax can be heard, the loudest of which is a thud of a body slamming into a wall, accompanied by a groan from the ginger kid. Though little do any of them know, their real problems haven't arrived just yet, waking from their slumber right outside of the city...]
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Mmmm, not completely... I still have my job to consider- ah!
[ He's so tantalizing its unfair. If it wasn't for her morals, she might consider following him down the path of darkness if it meant linking their destinies for all of eternity. But... it also wouldn't be fun if she simply gave into his whims, making him work for it has its own merits. ]
But if you can convince me enough, then I suppose I don't mind being a little bad for you.
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Oh?
[He asks between kisses, sinking deeper into the flirtatious little trap she's setting up for him. But that doesn't matter- that's where he wants to be anyway, and this is part of the reason why he likes her so much.]
That shouldn't be terribly difficult. You've already proven to be such a wonderfully dirty girl for me~
[His hand shamelessly slips underneath her shirt, so he can massage her nice, plump breast, soft and pliable beneath his fingers. Ajax lets out a shameless moan, pulling away to look at her with hungry eyes.]
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Oh... A-Ajax. Gods, you're such a dirty boy...
[ How he managed to slide underneath her shirt so quickly is impressive. She Underneath his touch, she relaxes in her inhibitions, following what her heart wants instead of the whims of an otherworldly brand. ]
Why don't you show me just how much of a bad boy you really are? Maybe then I'll be convinced to follow you down the path of no return.
[ She quickly takes her shirt off without much thought, showing off her nipples that have already grown perky for him. Like clockwork, it's so easy to get caught up in his pace and give into his whims but for once... Yoimiya doesn't feel like it's the mark taking control over her. Every moan, every silent plea for Ajax are her own genuine desires coming through the forefront. ]
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With her nipples to hard and perky for him already, he silently wonders how wet she already is.]
Alright, then. I accept your challenge.
[His hands work deftly and swiftly, preparing her and melting her mind down until the two of them find themselves in the throes of lovemaking, right on the floor without a care in the world. Though he doesn't notice now, all that talk of kings and queens don't come forth and flood his mind like it would have normally. It's just a regular, passion-filled moment when they're both enjoying indulging in each other, and later he'll come to appreciate it.
But a new feeling floods through him, saying only one thing: protect Yoimiya, keep her safe, and keep her close. Accepting these thoughts, he makes sure she's thoroughly pleased, their cries of pleasure echoing throughout her apartment until they finally tire and need to sleep...]