Secret Santa!

[dead_serious]

[ Every year, the reapers of the London branch held the more modern tradition of a secret Santa event. The branch tended to separate into smaller groups, mainly based around what departments were near one another in the office buildings, if only to give more diversity to just who your partner could possibly be. Forms were handed out to everyone interested in participating, consisting of simple questions that could help your partner figure out the perfect gift.

Not being the particularly festive type, William always declined, saying there was far too much work to be done to waste his limited free time shopping for gifts. But inevitably, Alan always persuaded him, usually with the promise of freshly baked cookies. With a huff, William would fill out yet another form and add it to the pile.

This year, when Grell comes into work on Christmas Eve, there is a large box sitting upon her desk, wrapped in shimmering red paper and topped with a glittered gold bow. With no name tag indicating who it is from, it can only be assumed her secret Santa had placed it there before she arrived to work. Inside is an array of, surprisingly well chosen, self pampering products, wonderfully fit for a woman with a fine taste for the indulgent. A book of sonnets tied with a small, but well crafted bow lays beside it. And to top it all off, two tickets to a night of fine theatre at the beautiful Canterbury Music Hall.

Certainly, the simplistic questionnaire couldn't have pinpointed her interests so well, what with inquiries about favourite foods and colours. The last was painfully obvious for her even without the form! So such a lavish - and expensive! - gift could have only come from someone who knew her quite well, and had the funds to pay for it all! Now the question was simply...who? ]

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[untodeath]

[ Grell, indeed, does as she’s instructed to, head lulling off kilter as she listens to him speak. The focus of her vision drifts from his face, down to his hands, and back again - drinking in the detail of this moment.

Already, she’s placed her hand atop the cushion at William’s back, keeping herself steady as his hands embrace her skin, undress her — and it’s worked in her favor, now that he’s taken her into his mouth.

The action alone draws a breathy gasp, entirely unexpected as it is. Her teeth press into her bottom lip, groan hushed to a throaty hum - and her lashes flutter, but she resists closing her eyes, for she wants to see him. ]

Will—mnn...

[ She would love to respond intelligently with something - anything! But, god, his mouth feels so good, and it’s HIS - and that’s all she can think about, right now. ]

[dead_serious]

[ With no prior experience in giving head, William isn't able to take Grell in full. Even so, he does what his throat will allow, suckling at the tip when he finds himself needing a break. This is certainly not something he would have ever seen himself doing, but if the sounds Grell is making are any indication, he must be performing adequately enough. If not, well thankfully he's always been quick to adapt when it comes to Grell.

As his tongue trails along her cock, his hand begin to knead at her ass. Gripping firmly, then slowly spreading her. Eventually, she'll feel his fingers graze across her entrance, teasing, for now. ]

[untodeath]

[ If he should have any doubt, William might consider that this is likely the longest she’s gone without speaking in his presence (unconsciousness excluded)! Grell is all gasps and croons and moans, hands petting along his neck and cheeks, fingers threading through his hair.

That is, until he begins to tease her entrance. Drawing air through her teeth, she rocks into his touch ever so slightly. ]

Mn, already I’m being spoiled... [ Rocking just a bit harder, her airy voice just quivers! ]

[dead_serious]

[ William lets her fall from his mouth, licking his lips before responding. ]

I can stop now if that is a complaint.

[ Obviously it's not, but he's starting to enjoy flirting with her. Meanwhile, he makes no show at stopping, a finger pushing into her before another quickly joins it. ]

[untodeath]

[ There’s a sharp hiss between her teeth, and not merely for the chilled air biting at her skin! William’s wet, reddened lips look so lovely, as he licks over them— and the devious glint to his typically cold eyes is even grander.

While he presses his fingers into her, the red headed reaper scrapes her fingers along his scalp, groaning hungrily. ]

No, it’s— mnn♥— quite the opposite.

[dead_serious]

[ That flirtatious little glint is quickly replaced with another odd notion - one of relaxation and contentment. Her nails feel almost heavenly against his skin. Indeed, Grell may have found the way to calm the stoic reaper, if his pleased hum and fallen lids have anything to say about it. He rests his forehead against her hip, enjoying the sensation.

Still, he's not so distracted as to slack at his current task! No, there's a job to be done! And so, he spreads her legs open fuller and quickens the pace of his fingers. As the tightened muscles relax, more are added, until all but his thumb are pumping inside of her. ]

[untodeath]

[ This fleeting moment of being so comfortable in their intimacy speaks volumes - makes her fondness of William swell in her chest. It’s a warm sensation, and paired with the pleasure that inflicts upon her, she might just overheat! Lightheaded, she holds onto him, neck fallen back as she exhales a shuddered moan. ]

Please— don’t have me cum before I can feel you—...