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Ayato Kamisato is a powerful man. Head of the Kamisato household and the Yashiro Commission, his very presence demands respect above all else.
Perhaps that’s why it’s such a power trip for Thoma to see him like this, on his knees between Thoma’s legs, relinquishing both his power and his control. Thoma’s hand cards through Ayato's hair gently and the man nearly purrs, leaning in to the gentle touch with half lidded eyes. It’s only a moment before Thoma’s grip tightens and he tugs slightly, just enough to be felt, and an almost involuntary groan is pulled from Ayato’s throat.
“Look at you, Mr. Commissioner. Down on your knees and begging like a common whore.”
Ayato’s eyes flutter, and Thoma feels his heart skip a beat. Ayato is beautiful, even like this, or rather, especially like this, as a soft flush paints his cheeks from Thoma’s words.
“And from a lowly servant no less. Archons, you really are a whore, just begging to put my cock in your mouth.”
Ayato whimpers, and Thoma watches the flush spread across his face, highlighting every feature that he has spent so long admiring. His lips part slightly, and Thoma’s fingers curl into his hair again, a quiet laugh leaving him.
“Oh ?? Something you want to say ??”
Thoma feels Ayato’s hands on the inside of his thighs, tracing circles into the fabric just over his sensitive skin. A bit roughly, he pulls Ayato’s hair again, tilting his head back to look him in the eye.
“P-Please…”
But Ayato likes it, judging by the way his eyes go dark, and he waits for permission to speak, as if Thoma were the one with any real power.
“Go on, then. Beg for it like the bitch you are.”
Ayato outright moans at that, eyes fluttering shut as he palms Thoma through his pants, tongue darting out to swipe over his lips.
“P-Please, sir.”
Thoma smirks as his free hand undoes the front of his pants, but nothing more. His other hand twirls a few pieces of Ayato’s hair gently, watching as his cheeks grow darker.
“I said beg. Or do you want me to walk away and leave you all riled up ??”
The tip of Thoma's boot nudges at the outline of Ayato's cock, straining in his pants, and Ayato’s eyes widen a little and he shakes his head, but they both know Thoma wouldn’t just leave. But he does stand in silence until Ayato speaks again, fingers digging into Thoma’s thighs just slightly.
“P-Please, sir….I want your cock in my mouth, want you to use me like the whore I am.”
Thoma groans at that, hand tightening in Ayato’s hair again, but not pulling. Ayato whimpers again, plush lips parted just slightly, shuffling just a bit closer.
“Go on. If you’re so desperate for my cock, get it out yourself.”
Ayato’s hands, normally so skilled and steady, tremble slightly as they undo Thoma’s pants just enough to free his cock, to which the blonde gives a sigh of relief.
“It’s not gonna bite, y’know.”
Thoma’s free hand reaches down to cup Ayato’s jaw gently, lining him up with the head of Thoma’s dick, which he eagerly parts his lips for, but nothing else.
“Or does the Yashiro whore like it rough ??”
Ayato moans at that, eyes nearly glazed over with lust at this point. One hand wraps around the base of Thoma’s cock as he sinks down, and Thoma’s hand finds its way to his hair once more, fingers tangled in it as he sighs.
“You really do have a whore mouth on you.”
And no gag reflex, Thoma notes silently, sparing a glance down at the man between his legs. Ayato’s hands sit comfortably on Thoma’s thighs and the blonde smirks, one hand holding the side of Ayato’s face as he pulls his cock out, leaving just the tip pressed to Ayato’s lips.
“And since you did ask me to use you like one…”
He grins, meeting Ayato’s eyes, who simply braces himself against Thoma’s legs. There's no resistance when Thoma thrusts forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of Ayato’s throat. Instead, the commissioner simply moans around him, and Thoma grits his teeth.
He sets an easy pace, with sharp thrusts into Ayato’s mouth. The only sounds in the room are the wet, messy sounds of spit and pre-cum mixing as Thoma forces Ayato to take every inch of him into his mouth again and again, and the obscene moans coming from Ayato, and the occasional hitch in Thoma’s breathing.
Thoma’s pace gets faster, thrusts quicker and rougher as he uses Ayato’s mouth, feeling the softness of his lips and the wet heat of his mouth dragging over his cock again and again. Combined with the look in Ayato’s eyes, like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing, Thoma feels his dick twitch, the muscles in his body tightening like a bowstring.
“God, Ayato, you’re so fucking good at this. You talk so much, ‘m not surprised, fuck, that you’re so good at taking my cock.”
Ayato moans at the praise, eyes shutting as Thoma speaks. His thighs squeeze together and Thoma gives a breathless laugh, his cock twitching again at the knowledge that Ayato was getting off on all this, on Thoma fucking his mouth and calling him a whore. But Thoma knows he shouldn’t be so surprised, since all of this was Ayato’s idea.
“Fuck, look at you. G-Getting off on having my cock in your mouth. You really are a filthy slut, huh ??”
In his shoes, Thoma’s toes curl at the high-pitched moan that Ayato gives in response, and the look on his face nearly makes Thoma cum then and there.
“You gonna cum just from getting your mouth fucked ?? Just like that, without even being touched ??”
His voice is breathless, and Thoma knows he can’t hold out much longer, but he wants more than anything to see Ayato come apart first. His foot nudges Ayato's dick again and he stutters, hips rolling up against the sole of Thoma's shoe. If Ayato didn't have his dick in his mouth, Thoma would almost be enraptured by the way Ayato so shamelessly grinds against his foot now, eagerly seeking his own release.
“You close ?? T-Thinking about how I’m gonna cum in your mouth ??”
Ayato whines and nods as best as he can with his mouth full, and Thoma groans, one hand tugging his hair just slightly.
“Go on then. Cum for me, Ayato.”
Ayato comes apart when Thoma says his name, hips stuttering in their motions and hands gripping his thighs as he moans and whines around Thoma’s cock, as if urging him to cum as well, which he does with a low groan, holding Ayato’s hair tightly as he spills into his mouth and down his throat.
After a moment, Thoma regains his senses and slides his cock out of Ayato’s mouth, who looks up at him with a grin and swallows, and if he hadn’t just gotten off, Thoma’s sure his dick would twitch.
Instead, he kneels down to cup Ayato’s jaw gently, which the commissioner leans into with a hum.
“You okay ??”
At that, Ayato laughs softly, shaking his head and closing his eyes for a moment as he places one hand over Thoma’s against his cheek.
“Better than.”
Thoma’s face softens back to his usual expression, and his other hand cards through the loose strands of hair by his neck before he stands once again, taking a hold of his hand and pulling Ayato to his feet in a swift motion.
“Good. I was worried I might've been too rough or too….”
Too filthy is what he wants to say, but he trails off instead, cheeks flushing nearly the same shade as his jacket now, drawing a fond laugh from his lover.
“You could’ve said worse. I did ask you to, after all.”
Thoma nods, and Ayato grins, his hands trailing down to grip Thoma’s waist, pulling him a little closer, and the blonde swallows thickly, feeling caged in between him and the wall behind them.
“You can go again, can’t you, Thoma ??”
Thoma can only nod, feeling his dick twitch once more, and Ayato grins as he’s pulled into a brief kiss, and Ayato grins at the shudder that runs down his spine at still being able to taste himself on Ayato’s lips, and feel devilish smirk that forms as Ayato leans over to his ear.
“Good boy.”