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Did Andrew have to vacation now?
Sonne groaned as he felt the gray hairs start to form on his scalp, his brows furrowed in frustration as he fiddled with the pen in his hand. He looked over to the clock, 7:43, and he still has a lot of paperwork to do. He ruffled his hair as he sat up straight and cringed when he felt a pop, an annoyed scowl formed on his expression as he stood up and stretched his arms. He cracked his knuckles before he rolled his shoulders which were now aching from his nonstop writing, a strange sense of satisfaction arose from him as he heard the quiet popping his body gave in response. He turned his head when he heard a knock on the door. His body didn't want to move but he forced it to walk over to the door and crack it open, just ajar enough for him to be able to see who it was. And the person in question was...Pulse.
He looked disheveled.
"Pulse?" Sonne spoke out of reflex as he opened the door fully and looked up at the American. "Sonnee— babey.." Pulse's voice was slurred as he pushed open the door and stumbled into Sonne's arms, his breath reeked of alcohol causing the latter's nose to flare up in discomfort at the smell. "Why are you here?" Sonne asked as he stared up at the American, the annoyance clear on his voice as Pulse gave a lopsided grin and wrapped his arms tight around the German. "Jus' missen ya swee'eart." He murmured into Sonne's ear as his finger traced the older man's collarbone. Sonne smacked the hand away and took a step back in discomfort, his expression giving it away as he saw Pulse's grin turn to an exaggerated frown.
"I don't have time for this." The older man said, bristled by the fact the American always sought comfort through him whenever he was having it extremely rough. "C'mon, spare some taime for lil' ol' me..." Pulse whined as he took off his shades to look him in the eyes. The presence of his baby blue eyes made Sonne feel helpless and vulnerable, he disliked every second of it.
"We can't. I'm far too old for you." Sonne reasoned calmly despite his discomfort. He scowled as Pulse gave him puppy eyes, the American in question getting far too close to him before grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up. "No one has to know.." Pulse rationalized as a smirk played on his lips, Sonne took a breath and counted to ten as he tried to pry himself away from the American but to no avail. "Don't make me beg for it sugar." Pulse whined and he held Sonne tighter, the latter wincing as he sharply inhaled.
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"That's when I began to pray."
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Before Sonne could reply, Pulse fell to his knees and held the man by his hips, his eyes half-lidded as they stared desperately into Sonne's.
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"Lord, show me how to say no to this."
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"Please darlin'...I've had it rough these last missions and am in dire need of your help.."
Sonne swallowed the lump in his throat.
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"I don't know how to say no to this."
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"Baby please...I'll do anythin' you want.. just please."
He was forced to lean back slightly against his desk, his eyes never leaving Pulse's.
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In my mind, I'm tryin' to go (go, go, go)
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Sonne opened his mouth to speak but words refused to leave.
Pulse smiled, seeing this as approval to continue with what he was doing before he began to undo Sonne's belt.
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"Then his mouth is on mine, and I don't say
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Sonne shuddered as he clutched on to the table tightly.
No.." He uttered weakly.