Cor's fragile grip on his patience utterly shatters when he makes it back to his office to find two of his newest recruits necking on his desk.
They've not made a start on their clothing yet but from the way the two young women are sucking face and sliding their hands over each other's groins, it clearly wasn't far away.
The sight of their incandescent Marshal though quickly cools their ardour and, white as chalk, they slide off the desk and stand to attention.
"Sir...we...we thought..." gabbles Antonia Sixtus, a tall and willowy red-head. "The...tech survey..."
"We didn't think you'd be back so soon," offered Camellia Drusus, slightly shorter with dark curly hair and skin of a warm, caramel hue.
Cor loses it spectacularly, because it was one thing to find randy teenagers screwing around in every deserted nook, and he would expect no less of Nyx bloody Ulric, the guard are supposed to be the city's finest. The blatant disrespect to him and to their duty is appalling.
He tears a verbal strip off them, and is on the point of dismissing them from the Crownsguard entirely when it becomes clear from their tearful pleas that they had been convinced by an older recruit that this was some sort of unofficial initiation trial.
Cor's not so old that he's forgotten what it's like to be the youngest of the recruits, eager to gain the approval of older and more experienced peers. They have been incredibly gullible and naive, but evidently not deliberately insubordinate. With a frustrated sigh, he tells them to report for 5.30am drills for the next fortnight and tells them to get out of his office.
They are gone in a heartbeat.
Feeling vaguely hysterical, Cor locks the door behind them and resolves not to leave until the building is empty!
***
He buries himself in paperwork and is sufficiently distracted to not notice time pass until a knock sounded at his door. A glance at his watch told him it was late enough that it could only be Clarus or Regis: the rest of the Citadel staff would be off home now.
When he opens the door, he's pleased to see Clarus on the other side. The king's shield greets him with a quick kiss then quirks his eyebrow at the door.
"Working on something too secret?" He jokes. "Not like you to lock your door!"
"After the day I've fucking had..." Cor shakes his head. "You'd have done the same. Apparently it was 'have a fuck at work day'!"
Clarus snorts and guides Cor to his desk chair, pressing the younger man down into the seat. His broad, strong hands immediately began massaging Cor's stiff neck and shoulders.
"Shiva, you are tense!" He notes. "Go on then, let's hear it."
And so Cor relates each incident of his excruciating day: finding Noctis getting a blowjob in the wine cellar, finding Ulric screwing one of his guards up on the roof, finding Noctis again, this time balls deep in the same boy in the gardens, the two young fools on his desk and about Ignis and Gladio's romp in the changing rooms.
"Spare me the details of that one!" Clarus protests at once, raising his hands in supplication. "There are some things a father does not need to know about his son! I'd never have put him with Ignis though. I wonder when that started..."
"Trust me, it was clear to anyone unfortunate enough to have to walk in on them," Cor retorts drily. "That that wasn't their first rodeo. They've been together a while."
As Clarus works on a particularly tender spot, Cor tips his head back with a moan of pleasure. Clarus presses a gentle kiss to the side of his neck, then nips sharply in a way that has Cor's blood rushing to his dick in an instant. He damn well adores it when the bigger man is rough with him.
He feels Clarus grin against his throat at the noises he makes and then one of the shield's large hands slides slowly, tantalisingly downwards to cup the bulge in his pants. Cor's hips thrust into his touch if their own accord.
"Clarus, what are you doing?" He has the presence of mind to ask, but then Clarus undoes his pants, grasps Cor's erection and all rational thought is gone.
"Well you know what they say," says Clarus, with a distinctly mischievous twinkle in his eye. "If you can't beat them, join them! I don't think we've tried it over your desk before have we?"
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Fill 5/5, 5 times Cor Leonis walked in on people having sex
Date: 2018-03-03 01:34 pm (UTC)They've not made a start on their clothing yet but from the way the two young women are sucking face and sliding their hands over each other's groins, it clearly wasn't far away.
The sight of their incandescent Marshal though quickly cools their ardour and, white as chalk, they slide off the desk and stand to attention.
"Sir...we...we thought..." gabbles Antonia Sixtus, a tall and willowy red-head. "The...tech survey..."
"We didn't think you'd be back so soon," offered Camellia Drusus, slightly shorter with dark curly hair and skin of a warm, caramel hue.
Cor loses it spectacularly, because it was one thing to find randy teenagers screwing around in every deserted nook, and he would expect no less of Nyx bloody Ulric, the guard are supposed to be the city's finest. The blatant disrespect to him and to their duty is appalling.
He tears a verbal strip off them, and is on the point of dismissing them from the Crownsguard entirely when it becomes clear from their tearful pleas that they had been convinced by an older recruit that this was some sort of unofficial initiation trial.
Cor's not so old that he's forgotten what it's like to be the youngest of the recruits, eager to gain the approval of older and more experienced peers. They have been incredibly gullible and naive, but evidently not deliberately insubordinate. With a frustrated sigh, he tells them to report for 5.30am drills for the next fortnight and tells them to get out of his office.
They are gone in a heartbeat.
Feeling vaguely hysterical, Cor locks the door behind them and resolves not to leave until the building is empty!
***
He buries himself in paperwork and is sufficiently distracted to not notice time pass until a knock sounded at his door. A glance at his watch told him it was late enough that it could only be Clarus or Regis: the rest of the Citadel staff would be off home now.
When he opens the door, he's pleased to see Clarus on the other side. The king's shield greets him with a quick kiss then quirks his eyebrow at the door.
"Working on something too secret?" He jokes. "Not like you to lock your door!"
"After the day I've fucking had..." Cor shakes his head. "You'd have done the same. Apparently it was 'have a fuck at work day'!"
Clarus snorts and guides Cor to his desk chair, pressing the younger man down into the seat. His broad, strong hands immediately began massaging Cor's stiff neck and shoulders.
"Shiva, you are tense!" He notes. "Go on then, let's hear it."
And so Cor relates each incident of his excruciating day: finding Noctis getting a blowjob in the wine cellar, finding Ulric screwing one of his guards up on the roof, finding Noctis again, this time balls deep in the same boy in the gardens, the two young fools on his desk and about Ignis and Gladio's romp in the changing rooms.
"Spare me the details of that one!" Clarus protests at once, raising his hands in supplication. "There are some things a father does not need to know about his son! I'd never have put him with Ignis though. I wonder when that started..."
"Trust me, it was clear to anyone unfortunate enough to have to walk in on them," Cor retorts drily. "That that wasn't their first rodeo. They've been together a while."
As Clarus works on a particularly tender spot, Cor tips his head back with a moan of pleasure. Clarus presses a gentle kiss to the side of his neck, then nips sharply in a way that has Cor's blood rushing to his dick in an instant. He damn well adores it when the bigger man is rough with him.
He feels Clarus grin against his throat at the noises he makes and then one of the shield's large hands slides slowly, tantalisingly downwards to cup the bulge in his pants. Cor's hips thrust into his touch if their own accord.
"Clarus, what are you doing?" He has the presence of mind to ask, but then Clarus undoes his pants, grasps Cor's erection and all rational thought is gone.
"Well you know what they say," says Clarus, with a distinctly mischievous twinkle in his eye. "If you can't beat them, join them! I don't think we've tried it over your desk before have we?"