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Shinri’s hands are stuffed deep into the pockets of his slacks, his posture is relaxed, as he gazes down at the papers strewn across the desk in his boss’s office. His boss was currently taking a break, but he would be back any moment, he didn’t blame the other man for needing a few minutes away. He was a generally laidback kind of guy, and this was stressing him out.
The sound of the door slamming open alerts him to his boss’s return, but he doesn’t look up, still studying the papers.
“Shinri.”
The command in the tone has his light blue eyes sweeping over to his boss, half-turning his body to show the man he is giving him his full attention.
“Heel.”
Shinri immediately crosses the room, crouching next to his boss, looking up into his boss’s ice blue eyes, even as he’s still eye-level with his boss’s chest. Those ice blue eyes reflect the frustration and stress that had driven him out of the room moments ago.
He knows the anger in that tone isn’t directed at him, his only desire is to quell that frustration, but he waits for his next order, patient as ever.
Those ice blue eyes don’t soften as they gaze down at his loyal dog, sweeping over his broad chest, the open black jacket draped over the crisp white button-down shirt which is tucked neatly into black slacks that cover powerful thighs. He’s utterly dwarfed by the massive man kneeling before him, but it’s something they both immensely enjoy.
“Suck my dick.”
Shinri’s lips quirk up, but he restrains the expression, his hands deftly undoing his boss’s belt, then undoing the button of his slacks and pulling the zipper down.
He peers up at the other man, pausing in his movements, “Do you want your pants off entirely or?”
“Just suck my fucking dick,” the shorter man snaps, one hand reaching for, but not gripping Shinri’s ponytail.
Shinri doesn’t reply, only continues tugging his boss’s pants down to his ankles and then gripping the waistband of his purple boxers, tugging them down as well, freeing the shorter man’s hard cock which springs upward against his pale lower abdomen. He presses his lips to the swollen, pink head, hearing the soft hiss above him. He doesn’t waste any more time though, not that he doesn’t love teasing his boss, and at any other time, he would, but now isn’t the time for that. He opens his mouth, mindful as always of his teeth, swallowing his boss’s cock, his tongue trailing along the sensitive underside. With his lips firmly wrapped around it, all the way to the base, he hums, breathing out through his nose briefly, stirring the well-trimmed purple pubes before he pulls back, his cheeks hollowed, diving back down. The soft groans above him encourage him, his tongue dragging along the length as he bobs his head.
Hands in his hair, soon, gripping him closer, holding in him in place, and he forces himself to relax completely, knowing exactly what’s coming.
And then his boss is ramming his cock into his mouth roughly, it’s almost enough to have him gagging, but he’s used to this, his hands rest on those pale thighs, feeling the muscles tense as his face is fucked, loud groans above him filling the air along with the wet sounds.
“F-fuck Shinri,” his boss moans, throwing his head back, Shinri’s nose once again pressed into those purple pubes.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he grunts, his thrusts slower now, really savoring the feeling of the taller man’s mouth on his cock.
“You’re always such a good boy for me,” the shorter groans, holding Shinri close as he bucks into the black-haired man’s mouth, his orgasm close.
“Gonna swallow it all like a good boy?” he pants, those ice blue eyes coming down to stare into light blue.
Shinri grunts affirmatively, not that he has much choice, but then, of course he would, he’ll do whatever his boss tells him to.
“F-fuck,” the purple haired man is whimpering now, a few more desperate thrusts into Shinri’s willing mouth, and then he’s groaning lowly, his orgasm washing over him, shooting his load into the taller’s mouth.
Shinri swallows obediently, carefully running his tongue over the cock rapidly softening in his mouth, making sure to get every drop of cum.
Panting, the purple haired man pushes Shinri off of him, not that the larger man moves much, but he does withdraw, sitting back on his haunches and staring up at his boss expectantly.
No words pass between them for several minutes, the only noise in the room the sound of the shorter’s labored breathing and Shinri’s slow, even breath.
“G-get on the desk,” the shorter demands, one hand on his cock, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness.
Shinri blinks but stands smoothly, approaching the desk in a few quick strides. He glances over his shoulder as his hands rest on his own belt.
“Do you want me fully naked?”
“You’ll make a mess if you aren’t,” the purple haired man snorts, to which Shinri can only laugh, kicking off his shoes and then going back to undoing his belt.
The purple haired man watches intently as his loyal dog undresses, stroking his cock, spitting into his hand to provide lube, too lazy to go get the lube from his desk just yet.
The tall, muscular man before him has already discarded his pants and boxers, revealing his firm ass, his white dress shirt still on, but actively being unbuttoned as he watches, those tanned hands grasping the edges of the shirt, tossing it to the floor, revealing his light blue tattoos and the rippling mass of muscle. And then Shinri is bending over the edge of the desk, the offending papers already swept to the side, the taller man glances back at him then.
Snapping back to the present moment, the purple haired man strides over to the desk, going around the other side and opening the lowest drawer, withdrawing a bottle of half-empty lube and staring at the stack of condoms, shutting the drawer back without grabbing one. He pours a generous amount of the cold liquid into his palm, coating his fingers as he strides back around the desk.
“Face me.”
Shinri is still for only a moment, before he turns around, his tattoos seeming to glow as he hops onto the desk, hooking his arms up under his legs, his cock lying against his abdomen.
The shorter man doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask, two fingers immediately plunging into his beloved dog’s hole, the taller hissing at the sudden intrusion.
“What a good boy,” he sneers, spreading his fingers as much as he can as he pumps them in and out, giving the taller a good stretch.
Soft groans and the barest rocking onto his fingers let him know the taller is ready for the ‘main event’ as it were. He opens the lube again, coating his palm and then placing the lube on the desk, unsure if it will stay there or get knocked off. He grips his cock with his lubed hand, thoroughly coating it, groaning at his own touch, still sensitive from his earlier orgasm. He steps closer to the desk, lining himself up with Shinri’s entrance.
He restrains himself, easing in, first the tip, listening to the taller man’s groans, waiting until the barest twitch of hips encourages him to push in further, looking up at the black-haired man’s expressions, watching as his face contorts with the pain and pleasure.
“F-fuck,” Shinri swears softly, still holding his legs up, sweat breaking out across his forehead.
“Such a good boy,” the other man purrs, pressing closer, until he’s finally completely buried within the taller man.
“Th-thank you sir,” Shinri groans, finally relaxing his grip on his legs, leaning back on his elbows.
A small hand grips Shinri’s cock, barely wrapping around its girth, a slow stroke as the short man rocks into him. Shinri moans softly, his legs wrapping around the other man’s waist, keeping him buried deep, the twitch of his hips making the tip of his cock hit that spot that drives the taller absolutely wild.
“Be a good boy,” he grunts, both hands now gripping Shinri’s cock.
“Yessir,” Shinri rumbles, collapsing on the desk, legs still wrapped tightly around the slim waist of the other man.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, rocking his hips slowly, pressing into the taller man gently now, his hands slowly moving up and down.
Shinri’s moans are quiet, but they rumble through the smaller man buried to the hilt, a slow slight withdraw and a quick thrust back in, and that’s all it takes for either of them, they both cum. Shinri’s cum splatters up his abdomen and onto his chest, a few drops getting on the hands holding his cock, while the shorter man’s cum fills Shinri.
The shorter man drapes himself across Shinri, panting, utterly exhausted after cumming twice. His cock softens and slips out of the taller man, the soft sound of lube and cum leaking onto the floor joins the sounds of their breathing.
“Hakka…, would you like me to run a bath for you?” Shinri rumbles after a few moments, propping himself up on his elbows as Hakka remains slumped on his broad chest.
“Y-yeah…”
Shinri chuckles, his own legs still feeling like jelly.
“You’ll have to get off me so I can.”
“But you’re comfy,” Hakka whines, those ice blue eyes pouting up at him.
Shinri swallows hard, looking away, he would do anything for the man lying across him. Anything.
“I’ll carry you then.”
Hakka hums softly, not moving.
Shinri shakes his head, one massive hand coming up to stroke that purple and white hair, content to wait until Hakka is ready to move.
He really loves this little man. He deserves the world. And if he asked, Shinri would burn it all for him.