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There will never be a moment better than this one.
Commander Hange's hands gripping your hair, your mouth enclosed around their cock, their head thrown back against the back of their chair, their bottom lip tucked between their teeth.
You've been at it for -- shit, you don't even know how long you've had their cock in your throat. Thirty minutes maybe? An hour? It doesn't matter to you though; you'd do anything as their trusty assistant to help them destress. Even if it meant bruising your knees and choking every time you licked the underside of their cock, causing them to push your head down a little too far and let out a breathy 'shit.'
After coming back up, you lowered your mouth on their cock again until you felt that familiar block in your throat. You grabbed their hand that was gripping the armrest and placed it on the underside of your throat, forming their hand in a way where it'd be gripping the bulge.
Hange let out a soft groan at the feeling, tightening the grip in your hair.
"Who taught you how to take dick like this?" they ask with that breathless and raspy voice of theirs. "Don't worry about it," you reply after letting their cock fall from your heat and quickly putting it back in, already missing the heaviness against your tongue.
They take a fistful of your hair and pull your head up, causing their cock to slide out your mouth again with a wet pop. You rush to grip it before it falls against their defined stomach, but they slap your hand away with the one not already preoccupied and pull your head up higher, making you wince out in pain.
"Im afraid i don't know who you're talking to like that?" they say while staring holes into your closed eyes. When they see that you're not meeting their gaze, they let out a sigh.
"Don't wanna act right? That's okay, gorgeous. Let's try this again."
They grab their cock and push the tip against your mouth, forcing it open. Your eyes shoot open and you let out a startled moan that ends up getting muffled by their member. They push your head far down until your nose meets their pelvis, and then they start thrusting into your mouth.
You try to tell them to wait, but all that comes out of your mouth are gargles and choking sounds. You hastily lift your hands up to grip onto their flexing thighs to at least get a hold of yourself while they're pounding into you.
They continue to thrust into your mouth relentlessly without a care in the world about how you're holding out. Your mouth is just 'so warm.'
"Yeah, take it like a good fucking assistant," they moan out shakily. You can tell that they're getting close by how shallow their breaths are getting and how needy their thrusts are starting to become.
You get no warning when you feel hot ropes of cum seeping into your mouth and you're struggling to swallow it up all while Hange is still fucking your throat.
They pull their cock away from you and tilt your head up to face them with their index finger. They use their thumb to wipe the strings of cum and spit from the side of your mouth and shove their thumb into your mouth for you to lick up.
"See what happens when you don't listen? Now get up and bend over my desk, we're not finished yet, love."