The Dislocated: 0.3
"Just fuck me already. Shit!"
Behind the wooden pole, probably filled to the brim with coke and tiny hemsluts, or little bipedal creatures addicted to fucking each other to death and rebirth, the officer heard the moans.
He would have walked away. It looked like another boring druggie sex anyway.
But a familiar voice stopped him.
"Just a little longer. Just like that - fuck."
He put on a Glamour and peeked inside.
The dark blue one, with wavy midnight hair and a red plaid shirt, had his pelvis leaning against the other's mouth. The red one was quickly kissing and sucking on him, while the other moaned and stroked his cock.
A familiar cock.
Fuck, it was him. Was he so desperate to hide he needed to be here? Not that he would have let him fuck him in the station - again - but here? One sneeze could send someone into the hospital for some disease no one had even heard of. Why risk it?
"Oh Go- ha!" The blue one moaned. "Ah-huh! Ah."
"Ok. Stop."
"I want you."
"I want you."
"Fuck me."
He straightens his cock for him, and the blue one lowers his body, gently pressing his pussy until it was all the way in.
"Gently."
"AH! Aaah-"
"God, I love your pussy. Love your pussy so...fucking- "
The best motion would be to arrest him now. He would only spend a few months in jail. But the Displacement was much more important, and they didn't have the room for petty criminals.
Well, they did, but who said they had to care about it now?
His zipper came undone. He pressed his hand against his own throbbing clit, messaging it gently.
