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Mark Hoffman hated Peter Strahm more than he would have liked to admit.
And yet somehow all he could think about was fucking him.
He had detailed dreams about all the things he would do to him.
He wanted Peter Strahm to ruin him.
Pushing the thoughts aside, he looked up meeting Strahm's gruesome stare from across the room. The look in his eyes was unsettling and yet a part of him wanted to go over and kiss him.
Annoyingly Strahm got in the first word
"The fuck are you staring at?" He says his tone aggressive
Mark looks him up and down ultimately deciding not to comment, he walks back to his office and slumps in his chair. Something about Peter Strahm always got his blood going. The amount of times he had almost caught him only to be led on time and time again were enough to amuse Mark.
Suddenly the door to his office swings open hitting the wall with a quick thud as someone walks in. As the person comes into the light he can tell immediately who it is, Peter Strahm.
"What is it you want this time?" Mark asks him raising a brow slightly.
Strahms calloused hands slam onto the desk
"An explanation" He demands his cold stare fixated on mark.
“I don’t know what you want me to say” Mark’s eyes darkened in an attempt to intimidate Strahm.
Strahm chuckles “Sure you don’t” he grabs him by the collar of his shirt pressing him against the desk Mark felt his cheeks burning in a fiery rage as heat surges throughout his body.
Mark couldn’t get enough. He wanted more, he wanted to feel every inch of him.
His had reached out tracing over Strahm’s sharp jawline and up his cheek. He could see Strahm swallow a lump in his throat.
His gaze fixated on Strahm’s dark eyes, he hated the bastard but he wanted so much more.
Suddenly Strahm slams Mark down on the table causing him to grunt slightly at the pain
“There’s something about you, Detective Hoffman, and when I find out what it is you did I’ll put you away with all the other corrupt cops” his tone is stern and yet arousing the tightness in Mark’s pants is definitely noticeable by now but Strahm doesn’t seem to pay much attention. “Then why don’t you?” Mark teases.
“You know what” Strahm says as he turns his body around to face him, glancing down at his crotch his expression changes from enraged to mortified.
“You- You dirty motherfucker!” Strahm yells at him. Mark smirks before letting out a small “hm”.
The look in Strahm’s eyes turns lustrous as he grabs Mark’s face and pulls him into a long awaited kiss. Mark moans into Strahm’s mouth slipping his tongue in the parted spot through in his lips.
He can feel the Strahm’s hardness press against his thigh as he pulls his own body on to the desk and out of Strahm’s reach.
“Agent Strahm, Who knew you had this in you” he teases him again
“Shut the fuck up” Strahm grabs the back of Mark’s hair tugging on it as he pulls him closer
“We going to keep dancing around or are you going to fuck me?” Mark asks
Strahm’s eyes flicker as if he’d just been shot before he claws into the buttons of his own shirt and rips it off, buttons flying all over the room
Mark smiles against his lips, pulling away to remove his own shirt and undoing his belt letting his pants fall to the floor. Strahm quickly follows taking the rest of his own clothes off before helping Mark take off his jacket and remaining clothing.
“Fucking hell” Strahm whispers into Marks ear, before spitting onto his own fingers and inserting them inside him. He is quick to add another one desperate to touch every part of Mark’s body
“Fuck, oh fuck.” Mark attempts to lower his moans but fails, every sound he makes only seems to make Strahm harder.
As he finally inserts the last finger Mark drops his head onto Strahm’s shoulder attempting to quieter his moans.
His nails dig into Strahm’s back as he replaces his fingers with his cock. He pulls Mark up so his thighs are around his waist. Kissing him deeply as heat radiated off of their bodies
Mark whines as Strahm finally pushes his cock inside him, moving his hands up Strahm’s back in circular motions “Pathetic.” Strahm whisper’s breathlessly pulling Mark closer and stroking his cock. His hands rest on his ass holding his thighs in place.
“Fuck” Mark huffs again kissing Strahm’s neck “So good”
Strahm can feel himself getting close. Pushing his cock further into Mark causing his eyes to squeeze shut. “Kiss me” Strahm traces his thumb over Marks bruised lips
Mark complying with his request pulls him in by the neck, in a rather aggressive manner. Kissing him slow and hard
“Gonna-“ he’s cut off by liquid spurting out of his cock and onto Strahm’s chest. He feels as Strahm goes over the edge filling him up with his own come. The heat of their bodies feeling like a burning fire.
Strahm pulls out of him wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Don’t fucking say anything” Strahm spits at him
“Wasn’t going to” Mark dresses himself before flopping back into his desk chair
“We should do this again” he suggests, Strahm’s answer is quick to follow
“Fuck off” He says but even he knows this isn’t a one time thing.