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The two men made their way to the motel, Leland was convinced that he heard something coming from upstairs. Obviously, once they actually got into one of the rooms, it was completely empty. “This was just a fuckin’ excuse to get me alone, wasn’t it?” Franco mumbled. “Swear to God, I thought I heard somethin’,” Leland paced around the room.
Leland slowly approached an armoire braced against the wall, he yanked it open quickly and stabbed his electric prod into the empty space. “You really showed that armoire,” Franco snorted. “Thought they might be hidin’ somewhere in here,” he slammed it shut.
Franco bent over to check beneath the bed; he may as well humor Coyle and check some hiding spots. The officer took one look at the mafioso bent over and decided he was nothing if not an opportunist.
Leland took a few careful steps closer before smacking his hand quickly and forcefully across Franco’s ass. Franco’s entire body lurched forward and he made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan. Leland smiled something cruel and wicked when he heard that noise.
Franco stood up straight and faced Leland; his face was flushed. “Don’t say a fuckin’ word.” Franco’s voice quivered. “You can’t go makin’ a sound like that and expect me to do nothin’ ‘bout it,” Leland gave a firm shove and pushed Franco onto the dingy motel bed.
“We’re s’posed to be doin’ a job,” Franco protested as Leland crawled onto the old mattress with him; the bed frame creaked beneath their shared weight. “Hush, sweetheart,” Coyle knotted a hand in Franco’s scattered, dirty blond hair and pulled him in close.
He pressed his lips to Franco’s and slid his tongue into his mouth. Leland tasted poorly, like cigarettes and cheap alcohol, but Franco chased after the flavor. Leland broke the kiss, a string of spit kept their mouths connected.
Leland slinked his other arm beneath Franco’s and flipped the man onto his stomach. “Bit of a warnin’ next time,” Franco complained as he was pulled onto his knees, and his belt was quickly removed. “You’re the one who said we gotta job to do,” he shoved Franco’s head back down to the pillow; he dug his fingers into the thin pillowcase. “Figured you was in a rush,” he tugged Franco’s trousers and underwear down to his knees.
He listened anxiously as he heard the cop fiddling with his own belt and trousers. “Hurry the fuck up,” Barbi wiggled his hips instinctively. “Calm down, damn tease,” he braced his hands on Franco’s hips.
He pressed the tip of his cock against Franco’s entrance, and slowly pushed his full length inside inch by inch. “Ah- fuck,” Franco grit his teeth and tightened his hold on the pillowcase. “Quiet,” Leland growled as he smacked his leather gloved hand across the other man’s ass. “Yes, s-sir,” Franco muttered against the pillow.
With each thrust of the officer’s hips he brought his gloved hand down against Franco’s rear just to listen to him whimper. He reached his other hand down and tangled it in Franco’s hair. He pulled it and yanked Franco’s head away from the pillow. “You’re- ah- gettin’ d-drool all over it,” he tugged his hair as he spoke.
Coyle stayed mostly silent, occasionally muttering swears beneath his breath while he listened to the rhythmic slap of skin, but Franco had no shame with his loud, insistent whining. Leland couldn’t help but chuckle at least a little at the bright red hue Franco’s ass had taken on.
“Hah- harder-“ Franco murmured; he cried out once he got exactly what he asked for. “Fuckin’ slut,” Leland barked. “Mm- not a sl-slut,” he tried to drop his head back down to the pillow, but Leland refused to let go of his hair and he yanked his head right back; back talking was apparently enough to warrant a much rougher spanking.
“God-“ Leland bucked his hips a final time as he finished hot inside of Franco. “Ngh-“ Barbi’s limp cock splotched small amounts of white onto the sheet below him. They both held still, breathing heavily in the silent room.
The door to the motel room creaked open slowly and they both looked towards the sound. A pair of lab rats awkwardly stood at the door for only a few seconds before they bolted back out of the motel.
Leland pulled out of Franco and completely removed his hands from the mobster. Franco flopped down flat and buried his face in the pillow. “We gotta kill this team, or we’re never livin’ it down…” he mumbled. He listened as Leland failed to completely stifle a laugh. “It ain’t fuckin’ funny,” Franco rolled onto his back and stared up at him. “It’s funny for me, but I also wasn’t the one gettin’ fucked,” he slid to his feet with an annoying little smile.