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soft fur, long ears, teeth pricking at your neck in the right spots. your hands moved up to grasp at fur, sighing softly against his cheek as his hands moved down your body.
blunt fingernails dragging across skin, leading from your chest down to your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear. "may i?" with a voice of silk, he asked and received a nod. your underwear slipped down your legs, tossed somewhere else in the room.
his kisses at your neck trailed down your body, fangs grazing against your stomach as his body moved down.
milky eyes stare back up at you, hands lifting your thighs to settle over his shoulders. he moved closer to your core, tongue poking out to take the first lick. the tip of his snout pressed perfectly against your clit, drawing a small whine from your throat. your hands moved to his head, pushing him closer to your body. you wanted more from him, more that he had to offer for the night.
he'd gladly give it to you.
at least, you hoped so before your eyelids flashed open suddenly. your heart was racing, and the smell of arousal filled the air. you reached a hand between your thighs, feeling the dampened spot on your underwear.
you groaned, smushing your face into the pillow. "why did i have to wake up now?" you whined out, lifting your head to look at the clock. one minute before your alarm would ring. damn it all!
sonar was more than aware of the eyes watching his every move. he felt like he was in 1984 and big brother was posted everywhere. his fur prickled at the back of his neck, ears twitching as sounds poured from all over the office.
he could hear chase using the stapler, blonde blazer conversing with robert robertson the third, beef's nails clicking on the tile of the breakroom. he could hear it all, but most especially he could hear how fast your heart was racing.
he could smell the arousal, too. the shower you took this morning didn't hide it, nor your scented body wash.
sonar's racking his brain for memories, trying to figure out what he did to make you interested in him. not that he minded! it just felt a little weird being glanced at from afar.
he knows the look in your eyes, more then familiar with how your pupils dilate when thinking something of him. a naughty thought in your mind, and he wants you to just tell him so it could become reality.
sonar wasn't foreign to perving on someone from afar. he'd done it before, especially in college. he may have graduated harvard, but it definitely wasn't because of his charming looks or his softened fur. he's aware of the way your eyes follow down his body, almost unclothing him with just your mind.
he certainly wouldnt complain! well, it wasn't often someone would view him in such a manner. most would take one look, maybe two, and feel disgust. it's okay, he was an aquired taste, one that you had the tongue for.
your mind was swirling with delicious thoughts, filled with him in many positions and clothing. would he look good gagged up and tied to the bed frame? was leather too out of character for him, or was he too taboo with pegging?
if he was okay with pegging, how far would it go? would he let you fill him with fake semen or use an ovipositor on him? would he like being egged?
it's hard to focus on work when visions of sonar with a leaking cock is filling your mind.
you were more of a horndog than he was at this point! it had to stop, but your mind wouldn't allow it. your evening was filled with ideas on how to pleasure him, ways he'd pleasure you.
it wouldn't hurt to talk to him in the break room…. right?
your scheduled break couldn't have come any sooner, your stomach wretching for something to eat. you were even willing to tussle with the vending machine in the break room. your thoughts finally moved onto something lighter, pulling a couple of crumpled dollars from your mostly empty wallet, you straightened the bills out and slid them into the machine.
it took a few tries to get one of them in but with just enough force and patience it worked. your eyes grazed over your options, the same possibly stale snacks that are there every day. they landed on a pack of oreos, the blue packaging calling out to you this time.
when the snack dropped into the bottom you reached in to grab it, quickly opening the cookies and fishing one out to eat. it wasn't too bad, but your stomach wasn't too thrilled.
the door to the break room creaked open and you turned to see who it was. sonar stared from across the room, almost waiting to see if you'd make a peep. when you hadn't, his maw opened to talk.
"before you say it, yes."
you raised an eyebrow at the bat, confused. "what? i haven't even said a word yet. what if i was about to ask if i could gouge your eyes at?" you joked sarcastically.
his ears folded a little at that, but quickly perked back up. his smooth voice with a practiced tone left you stunned. "i see how you look at me, smell the effect i have on you." hes standing with folded arms, eyes staring at you.
"looking at you?" you sputter a scoff, "puh-lease, the only thing interesting about you is your series of crimes. i mean, cyberbullying, really?"
"you can make fun of me all you want, but i know the looks you gave me." he was smug, too smug for your liking. this isn't an easy scenario to play off, especially when he's already aware of how you think of him.
your heart is pacing, persona faltering just enough to know he's got you where he wants.
"fuck! watch the ears why do- ohhh…" his mouth dropped open the second he felt your lips around his cock. your tongue moved against him, teasing at the tip buried in your mouth.
thankfully waterboy wasn't working at the moment. it was easier to shove sonar into the janitor's closet knowing no one would walk in. at least, you hoped no one would.
"hah, if i knew you'd react this way to confrontation i wouldve brought it up a lot sooner."
you almost had half a mind to give him a little nibble for that alone, but decided against it. your head moved against him, almost enjoying the scent of his arousal. his milky eyes were crinkled, furry brows furrowed as his jaw flexed open and close.
at least you were doing something right, his reaction was more than enough to show that.
"hah.. move down a little," he pleaded and you listened, taking more of him into your mouth to savor him. you could taste the somewhat salty precum he was starting to spew.
when you felt he was close enough, you removed him from your mouth. sonar almost whined at the loss of warmth until your hands remove your pants, pulling your underwear aside and rubbing him slowly against you.
his hands found their way to your hips, clit nudging against his tip a few times before starting to ease him in. you were already aroused from your previous fantasies. it was just the beginning of many more to happen. his tip slid in, slowly easing your body against his length.
break was almost over, you two had to be quick. with 15 minutes left on your timer, you would make the most out of this closet experience.
a little squeak left the half-bat below you, raising a brow at the sound as you fought a smile. "lost your words?" his eyes narrowed at you, before wincing at the grip your walls had around him. he fit almost perfectly with you, feeling his balls against your butt.
"a harvard graduate never loses anything," he grunted when your hips moved against him. you raised yourself up and down along him, savoring each filling stroke. his tip brushed deliciously against your g-spot.
you placed your hands against his chest to balance yourself, picking up the pace as you rode him. every bounce was loud and wet, teeth gnashing against your lip to stifle your moans. it was bad enough you two were fucking at work, you didn't want someone to walk in. at least you two had the decency not to do it on paid hours.
sonar's hands gripped your hips tightly, angling his own to meet with your bounces. he was becoming eager, his climax starting to build up quickly. one hand removed itself from his chest, reaching down between your legs to gather some of your arousal on your finger. it moved up to your clit, rubbing gently at the nub.
your walls clenched at the contact, sonar chirping under you. "hah, i'm uh..getting close here," he groaned as you dropped against his length. "how close?" you asked, continuing your movement despite the aching in your thighs. any moment it felt like you were about to drop from the ache.
"almost there!" he panted, your finger moving furiously against your clit to hurry with your own orgasm. it was so close! with one last push, your legs shook around him and your walls clenched against his length. you savored the feeling for a few moments before sliding off.
your eyes caught the way his dick pulsated and soon milky cum dripped down from the head down his length. his chest heaved with heavy breaths, tongue poking out slightly from his jaw.
your timer still had 3 minutes left.
"we should do this more often," sonar managed to squeeze out in between pants.