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Leland’s hips began to slowly rock, his concealed arousal pressing against Franco’s rear. “Gonna hump me like a fuckin’ dog?” Franco snickered. Leland froze, and let out a small whimper. “No, no, go on,” he laid back. “I ain’t gonna stop you,” he opened his legs further; Coyle leaned down closer. “Y’know he’s watchin’ us, don’t you?” Franco gestured to the camera; the microphone had been disabled this time in an effort to avoid being heard while presumably pleasuring himself. “Used to it,” Leland grumbled.
“Mm-“ Leland whined as he began to grind his concealed cock against Franco; he pulled himself in closer, pressing against Franco’s flaccid cock. “Ah- fuck,” Franco shivered; he’d half expected the officer just to hump away at his leg. “There you go, s-sugar,” he moaned as Leland began to move his hips desperately. “Hah-“ Leland panted loudly as he frantically continued to thrust his hips faster; drool dribbled onto Franco’s cheek. “Keep g-goin’,” Franco encouraged. “Just like that,” Leland’s tongue dragged across his throat.
Leland moaned against Franco’s neck, his rhythm shaky but comforting as he continued to rub his clothed cock against Franco. Leland’s hips began to gradually slow, and he came to an abrupt, trembling stop. “You alright?” Franco placed a gentle hand to the back of Leland’s neck; his face was still buried against him. “I didn’t mean to,” he slumped fully against him. “Fuck, you’re heavy,” Franco coughed. Leland got off of him, and uncomfortably shifted; his eyes kept darting to the camera.
His trousers were stained from his unfortunately fast orgasm; maybe he was stressed, or particularly upset about being watched, or maybe he wasn’t even in the mood to start with- sometimes he just felt obligated to do certain things, and his body reacted faster than his brain could. “I’m sorry,” his voice was shaky; he sounded drained.
Franco picked up the dachshund plushie; he wasn’t upset that he didn’t also get the chance to get off. “You didn’t do nothin’ wrong,” he shook the plushie in front of Leland’s face. “I ain’t mad at you, sweetness,” the cop grabbed the plushie in his mouth; his eyes shot up to the camera. “Hey, don’t worry ‘bout him,” Franco snapped his fingers, drawing Leland’s attention back to him. “You’ve been a real good puppy,” he cupped Leland’s cheek, and he leaned into the warm touch; he bit down harder on the plushie.
“You done playin’ for now? You wanna lay down?” Leland nodded his head. Franco got up on the bed, and pat beside him- urging Leland to join him. Leland looked up at him before crawling beneath the bed. He dropped the plushie down on the makeshift dog bed, and curled up close to it. “Go ahead,” Easterman’s tone was heavy with announce. “Join the mutt,” he scowled. “Make sure he’s alright,” he still cared about the officer at the end of the day; even if he had been a cocktease in his mind.
Reluctantly, Franco crawled beneath the bed and cozied up behind Leland. “Mind if I join you?” Franco wrapped his arms around him; his leg lazily draped over Leland’s, and he leaned back against Franco. “Y’know, I don’t think you’re a freak for doin’ this, right?” Franco whispered. “It seems to make you feel better,” he shrugged. “As far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters,” he cuddled against Leland. “Thanks,” he finally responded after a moment of silence.