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The tango track faded as the bar patrons erupted into applause for the spontaneous ballroom dance performance by a rather odd couple. A turian and human pair was quite rare, even on the Citadel. The Cipritine born gentleman had a knack for the Earth made latin dance, it seemed; the human woman--an Alliance Navy marine by the look of her dress blues--had conversely fumbled through the moves of the dance native to her home planet.
Unbeknownst to most onlookers, this particular duo was comprised of none other than Hierarchy Advisor Garrus Vakarian and Systems Alliance Navy Commander Jane Shepard.
"So tell me: think a girl would fall for that?" Garrus asked. His mandibles flared in a cocksure grin.
"Oh, hell yes. I see you've been putting that reach and flexibility to good use," Shepard said. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Garrus's arms supported her in the frozen dip of the tango's climax.
"You know it. And it gets even better when you try it in bed."
They did not make it to the bed.
Shepard led Garrus to a custodial closet, dashing into it once sure no eyes were watching them. She locked the door.
"Didn't realize your patience was this thin, Shepard," Garrus teased. She ignored him and slammed him against the wall, hungrily kissing his face plates and plunging her pink tongue into his delightful mouth. He betrayed a surprise trill that quickly dove into the bass registers of lust. The vibrations of his subvocals rattled against his carapace, sending pleasant rumbles through Shepard's chest.
The closet was dark save the blue light of Garrus's visor. He adored watching Shepard's heart rate quicken as he ran a gloved finger over her core; her breath hitched as he pressed rhythmic circles against her clit. The pressure was intoxicating--but it only increased Shepard's need. There was too much fabric separating their bodies from one another.
Shepard fussed with the clasps on Garrus's black-and-white formalwear as he continued his loving ministrations between her thighs. As soon as the commander managed to pull his pants down past his jutting hips, she fell to her knees and eagerly began lapping at his weeping slit.
" Spirits ..." He gasped. Shepard moaned as she suckled tenderly along his groin plates. The tapered tip of his deep blue cock was just barely beginning to emerge from its pelvic sheath. She playfully teased the inside of his seam with her wanting tongue. When she sucked the sensitive, wet hide, Garrus gave a loud groan. His legs quaked with each shock of pleasure his girlfriend gifted him with her clever mouth.
Garrus looked down and marveled at Shepard as she ate him out in earnest. He tangled one of his gloved hands in her short red hair while the other pressed against the wall behind him for support. As soon as his cock emerged fully, Shepard hungrily took the entire length of his ridged sex into her throat. Garrus growled. He bucked involuntarily, mind numbing at the sensation of his lover's hot, wet mouth pumping him enthusiastically. Each time his tapered head hit the back of Shepard's throat, she gave a small gag that quickly evolved into an absolutely lascivious moan. She had one hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock as the other dove into her panties to rock a pair of fingers past her soaking vulva and into her lusting pussy.
Garrus pulled Shepard off his cock, his subharmonics warbling wildly with lewd intent. Her lips were swollen, saliva and turian pre-cum slicked across her face. His sex throbbed at the sight; he desperately wished he was recording this--but there was no time to stop and ask. He would just have to commit this indecent dalliance to memory.
Shepard stumbled upright, tripping on some custodial tools. Garrus caught her with ease and quickly lifted her up, legs slotting perfectly atop his hips and wrapping around his sensitive waist.
Shepard snaked her arms around his cowl, pulled herself closer to his ear, and whispered, "I need you inside me, big guy."
Garrus's mandibles clicked as he moaned and leaned his forehead against Shepard affectionately. "Your pants are in the way."
"Then fix it," Shepard said. Garrus lifted his left hand to her mouth where she obliged him by removing his glove with her teeth. With his sharp talons revealed, he reached down and sheared the slacks from her ass to her mons pubis. Shepard sighed in anticipation and pulled her panties aside. Garrus's sleek cock ached between them.
He placed both his hands on Shepard's ass, hoisting her a bit and spreading her cheeks. She grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance. The two shared a mutual groan as Garrus's cock slid up to the first two ridges inside Shepard's fiery sex.
As the third ridge stretched Shepard's walls, she winced. While the couple were each wet and wanting, they normally used lube to help ease the penetration.
"You okay?" Garrus asked breathily.
"Y-yeah, keep going," Shepard answered. Her turian boyfriend nodded, arm muscles flexing with controlled power as he pushed deeper into his partner. He licked the shell of her ear and added a languid stroke down her throat.
His mandibles fluttered as he said, " Spirits , Shepard. I should have taken you dancing sooner if I knew it would make you this wet." Shepard shuddered. Garrus's voice was sonic honey, dripping down her ear canal and straight to her swelling clit.
"Keep talking," she gasped. Garrus gently rocked into her to seat her further on his cock; another ridge was pushed inside her more easily this time.
" Mmm , I love what my voice can do to you," Garrus said. He dropped his subvocals an octave, sweetening the sexy timbre of his voice even further. Held so close in a tiny closet, with Garrus's sex slowly but surely filling her...Shepard felt the crackling sparks of orgasm ignite in her core, promising a storm of a climax.
Finally, Garrus was fully seated inside Shepard. The two groaned again. Shepard tucked her head into the crook of his cowl, letting the featherlight touches of his mandible tickle her head as he spoke. "Mmm, Shepard, you feel like home. Hot. Tight. Welcoming me back every time I fuck you." Garrus lifted Shepard up, nearly pulling out all the way, before slamming her down on his cock. She helped and bit the tough hide of his neck. "To think the Savior of the Citadel is getting ravished by a turian in some janitor's closet on the Strip..."
Shepard whined and squeezed her thighs tighter around Garrus's exposed waist. He growled and impaled her again with his cock, slow and deliberate and deep. The tapered indigo head of his sex hit the back wall of Shepard's neovagina. She mewled with the utterly delicious sensation of being completely filled and stretched by Garrus.
"I wonder how many patrons have heard us by now," Garrus said. He began to quicken his thrusts, each rut as deep as before. His hips snapped powerfully, delighting in the way her soft flesh smacked against his toughened hide. Their conjoined arousal dripped down their legs, quickly absorbed by the fabric of their hastily removed (or cut) pants. "What would they think, seeing you take my cock so well?" Garrus spun around to pin Shepard against the wall. With greater leverage, he angled himself just right to piston into her feverishly. Shepard's mind went blank when the ridges of his cock finally, blissfully began to press against her prostate. "I imagine they'd start pleasuring themselves. How could they not, seeing Commander Shepard lose herself to pleasure with each," Garrus punctuated his words with a slower and deeper rut, "thrust," he pinned Shepard and freed one hand to reach between them and rub her clit with the pad of his gloved forefinger, "into her beautiful, dripping cunt?"
" Fuck , Garrus, I'm close," Shepard gasped. She wondered just how much research her turian boyfriend had done into dirty talk after she mentioned her interest in it the last time they fucked in her cabin on the Normandy. Coupled with her already known voice kink, Garrus was undoing her in the best way possible.
"I love watching you cum," Garrus groaned. "Love feeling your soft, soaking pussy quiver on my cock. Love how greedily you pull me in--"
Shepard came thunderously, crying Garrus's name. He swiftly stopped rubbing her clit and clamped his large hand over her mouth to muffle the ecstatic sound of her climax. He rocked her through the rise and fall of her peak. Garrus committed the gorgeous music of her voice to memory; engrained the way the syllables of his name spilled from her lips.
Breathing heavy, Shepard looked into Garrus's blue eyes in the dim light of his visor. He removed his hand and cupped her ass again for support. Her cheeks were flushed in afterglow. The wide grin spread across her freckled face was the closest thing to sacred Garrus ever witnessed. He pressed his forehead to hers and purred.
"Tango wasn't the only thing you practiced, I take it," Shepard said.
"I might have done some research since you mentioned the, ah, dirty talk. I presume I did well?"
Shepard laughed. She pulled herself closer to Garrus, sliding on his still hard cock. His mandibles flickered with a subvocal rumble of pleasure. "What do you think?"
"You're not... Spirits ... you're not too sensitive after cumming?"
"Oh, I'm not stopping until you--"
The door to the closet rattled as someone tried to get in. When the lock didn't give, the person on the other side banged loud on the door. "Enkindler-damned drunks...this one is on the clock and requires access to this closet! This one will come back in two minutes. It would be wise to be gone with the door unlocked. And clean your mess! This one doesn't get paid extra credits to deal with sloppy bio-waste in one's own supply room."
Shepard and Garrus flashed sheepish, guilty smirks at one another. The marine gave a peck on Garrus's scarred mandible before whispering, "Let's see those dance skills somewhere more... private."
Garrus groaned as he pulled out and helped Shepard to her feet. They both chuckled at their utter mess--and felt waves of anticipation flood their bodies, thinking of what they had in store back at the apartment.