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"do- uh, do meetings usually end like this?" mumbo stammered, obviously flustered. somehow tango had manuvered him up against the desk he had put in his corner office. he was nearly sitting on it as tango, dispute being the shorter of the two, seemed to loom over him.
tango hummed noncommittally, the slight smirk and the smoldering look in his eyes making mumbo flush hot. he was choking on his words, his mouth not listening to him at all, and his ears quickly turning an equal shade of red as tango's eyes.
tango leaned forward, caging mumbo in by putting his hands on the desk. mumbo felt his heart rate double. "I might need to sweeten the deal here, mumbo." tango said, his smirk growing wider as mumbo sputtered noises that might have been words, "a little somethin-somethin' on the side, y'know?"
mumbo could only open and close his mouth silently, he sank onto the desk unsure it the heat in his face was caused by his blush or the natural heat that radiated off of tango. "yes?" he managed to squeak. tango traced mumbo's face, his fingers warm against mumbo's jaw. "let's get down to business then." tango purred, moving his hand to behind mumbo's neck and pulling him forward to connect their lips.
mumbo shivered as warmth bloomed over his mouth, tango's heat making the normal air feel almost cool. he leaned into the kiss, his own hands coming up to hold tango's biceps. how tango managed to wear a jacket with how hot he was baffled him.
tango nipped at mumbo's bottom lip making mumbo squeak. as tango delved his tongue into mumbo's mouth he moved to straddle mumbo's lap. mumbo felt even hotter as tango pressed up against him. mumbo let out a very embarrassing whimper, glad he was already sitting down or his legs would have surely given out underneath him.
tango wiggled in mumbo's lap, detaching from his lips and moving to his jaw, then his neck, sucking dark bruises into mumbo's flesh. mumbo could hardly contain the noises tango pulled from him, mortifying as they were. quickly loosening mumbo's tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, tango bit down on mumbo's collarbone causing mumbo to yelp. "gentle with me tango!" mumbo pleaded, his voice coming out higher that he wished it would've. tango kissed an apology onto the shallow bite mark, smirking slightly, "we'll save rough treatment for another time then."
"another-?" mumbo began, but tango was back at his mouth, swallowing any words he would manage to make. mumbo could feel his body temperature rise, his heart hurl itself against his ribs, and the way tango leaned so fully into kissing him had mumbo finding himself with his back flat down on the top of the desk.
mumbo "easily flustered" jumbo being ravaged entirely by tango "smooth flirt" tek, and he didn't mind a bit. if anything mumbo would say he was getting the better end of it. tango kept it fairly tame, simply splattering mumbo's neck and chest with hickeys and giggling delightfully at the different shades of pink mumbo turned when he whispered something naughty in his ear.
tango wiped mumbo's bottom lip with his thumb and sat up to admire his handiwork. mumbo looked thoroughly disheveled and seemed to be kissed into a stupor, his hair no longer tidy and his shirt completely open and mostly untucked. tango didn't know where the jacket had gone, probably somewhere on the floor, but his bright red tie lay in a heap on the desk next to a decorative fern. yes tango certainly had successfully turned mumbo into a panting mess, and he was quite proud of himself. well worth an undisclosed amount of iron, and if mumbo ever wanted more iron to use, tango was sure what pricing he would employ.