Nico
Alaric tried to push me off, speaking through gritted teeth, but I just leaned in harder, biting down on the side of his neck as I added a second finger.
The stretch made him gag again, and a desperate, throaty noise he couldn't hold back escaped from his lips.
The person on the call was still talking, asking if he was okay.
Alaric's voice came out shaky and strained as he tried to answer. "I'm f-fine, just… elevator… shit…" Another rough thrust of my fingers cut him off, turning his words into a wet, gagging moan. His hole was clenching rhythmically around my fingers now, sucking them in greedily even as he kept weakly trying to push me off.
I smirked against his flushed skin, pumping my fingers faster, deeper, scissoring right there in the elevator. "You're mine tonight," I muttered, biting the shell of his ear. "Keep talking on your little call. I want them to hear how much you're struggling not to scream for my cock."
