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They could've carried themselves to Bob's room upstairs instead of fitting themselves inside the nearest empty closet, but who he is to make his lover wait, when he's begging to be fucked right then and there? Joaquin just couldn't.
So here they were, Joaquin barely could pull himself out of Bob until his hips meet wooden wall. Bob was holding onto his shoulders as if Joaquin had anywhere to run anyway.
He liked the possessiveness of Bob anyway. His hands always on him, only leaving to touch himself and then he pulls Joaquin down to meet his lips.
But...As if fucking inside a tight closet right next to the meeting room full of people wasn't dangerous enough, Bob was making a lot of noise.
His loud cries and moans aside, which Joaquin loved hearing every bit of it, -missing it when Bob quiets down- Bob was talking a lot.
"Joaquin, it feels so good there. Please, I need more." When he hits a sweet spot.
"You are so good, you are- fuck- you're so beautiful, Joaquin, Joaquin...Joaquin..." And Joaquin melts at the way he whimpers his name. So he fastens his pace, but it only makes it worse.
Giving Bob what he wants just causes him to talk more. Plus the nonsense he blabbers out when it feels a little bit too good.
His eyes are teary, threatening to fall any second as Joaquin bites and places wet kisses on his neck and chest.
"Quiet down, baby." He breathes out beside Bob's ear. Or I'll go insane.
"I'm sorry- I- Oh fuck, Joaquin!" And he kisses him, Bob abruptly shuts up and melts, Joaquin holds him tighter, never missing a thrust.
This is good.
Joaquin licks on his bottom lip, biting and asking access, Bob gives in. His moans are muffled and a lot quieter.
The closet door starts shaking. Joaquin doesn't pay attention until he stops to look at Bob, who's now has closed his eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks, lips swollen and hair messy. He then realizes the door is not shaking because of them but someting powerful.
"Bob-?" Joaquin wraps his arms around him.
"Joaquin...please- don't stop, please, please- I'll be quiet I-"
Joaquin shushs him, pressing soothing kisses on his cheeks, tears wetting his lips. "It's okay, it's alright, "
Shaking doesn't stop, but from the way Bob's legs shake around his hips and his arms tremble as he's gripping Joaquin's shoulders tightly, tells him that he should indeed move.
So he does. He catches the same pace as before, moving a hand over Bob's leaking cock , untouched between them, and he gives him tight and slow strokes.
He hears Bob cry out, then immediately whimpers words, too fast for Joaquin to catch up. Instead, he keeps the fast pace as he feels the tight heat pooling over his crotch.
"Like that- like that please...Joaquin..."
"You're good , amor, so good- fuck."
Something outside the closet falls and shatters, Joaquin doesn't stop to look, the heavy shaking of the closet tells him he shouldn't even think about it.
"I'm sorry , i'm sorry- I'm-"
He kisses Bob, messy and rough. He doesn't mind it, he feels Bob's hand leave his shoulder bruised and grab his soft locks instead, keeping Joaquin close.
Soon, Bob spills on Joaquin's hand and over his stomach, the closet door opens once and closes at the same instant.
"Fuck."
Joaquin follows right after, thrusting deep inside and cumming with a groan he bites back.
His head falls over Bob's shoulder as they breathe heavily, synchronized. As Bob's breathing stables, the shaking of the door stops.
"Joaquin, sorry- I really didn't mean to..." his voice fades with embarrassment. Joaquin looks up to him.
"It's- It was, well...unexpected." He giggles, looking at the door and wondering what might have been fallen and or how many.
Bob's smile is broken. "I think talking just...happens..."
"I can tell, love." Joaquin places a kiss over the corner of his lips. "And it's alright. It must be regulating your...powers, somehow? It started after I covered your mouth."
He feels a bit guilty about that now, not that he didn't like the kiss or Bob's talking and his voice and oh how pretty he is.
"Yeah- Talking to myself is a thing but, I didn't expect it to happen now." Bob sighs, burying his head into Joaquin's chest.
"I can assure you, Rob, baby, you were amazing." Joaquin kisses wherever he can reach, Bob giggles.
"I love you."
"Mmm, me too."
Joaquin pulls out with a hiss, and Bob whines at the loss. Joaquin pulls his pants up before he makes a mess- well, a mess worse than shattering objects.
"We're doing this in a bedroom next time. " Joaquin offers.
"A soundproof bedroom." Bob nods slyly.
Later when the mess is all cleaned up -what broken was a vase Alexei brought here from home as a "new home" gift- Joaquin sits across Bob now that the meeting is done and they're called in to join.
And he can't avoid Sam's death glare piercing through him.