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"Danse, if we're going to do it, we need to do it quick. We have a meeting with Maxson in an hour."
He bit at his bottom lip, pretending to think about it. After making a decision, he took my hand in his, and we sped into his quarters. He slammed the door shut, and while I pushed my lips to his, he fiddled with the handle until it locked. The sexual tension between us lately had been thick, and having already had sex twice, Danse knew that all he had to do was ask nicely.
I was already trying to get out of my pants, and I noticed that Danse's were already getting tight. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the light sweat along the buzzed, short sides. I yanked his zipper down, and stuck my hands inside the fabric, running my fingers over his chest and pushing his outfit off his shoulders. I lay back on the bed, and he let out a sigh, putting a hand by my head to keep himself up. He tugged at my shirt before pulling it over my head. He stood back, tripping over himself to get out of his pants, and to pull his boxers down awkwardly. They got to his ankles and he nearly tripped.
I smiled a little as he was back over me, pushing his lips to mine and diving his tongue heartily into my mouth. He was needy, and when he was needy, he took charge. It's what made him a great Paladin, and an even greater fuck. He slid his hand down my stomach, the layer of sweat between us, thin. He tugged my underwear down, and slid his finger over my sex, before sliding it in without warning. He immediately went knuckle-deep, and I felt my back arch in instinct. I reached down, guiding his hand and moving his thumb to my clit. He understood, and slicked his thumb before rubbing in small circles. I let out a moan, and he watched my face anxiously, seeing my pleased expression.
His other hand began to stroke himself, and after a moment, he stood up again, pushing his lips to mine again. He nipped on my bottom lip, before pulling away, "Ready?"
His voice was hoarse, and I nodded in response. He slid in, and, like always, I took him to the hilt. He leaned his head back, letting out a breathy moan. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in. He leaned back down, pushing his face to my neck. He pulled out, and thrusted back in. The only sounds in the room were my moans against the air, his moans against my neck, and wet skin on skin.
I felt hot, and my orgasm rocked it's way through my body. He kept his pace, his hips missing a beat or two. He pulled out and released on my stomach. He moved to lay next to me, desperately trying to catch his breath. We were both covered in sweat, and Danse leaned his head up to check the time, "We... have the meeting in... thirty minutes."
I grabbed his hand gently, "Alright..." I looked to him tiredly, "You up for another round?"
