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Ranpo couldn’t remember whose idea this was, or if just kind of happened.
What he did know was that they’d picked the worst possible day to do this. Everyone was in the agency, and they were never all in the agency. Some of them were part timers, at least two of them were on a mission all the time, some were always away slacking off.
But not today.
Apparently everyone had picked today to be the day they’ll be productive and finish all their paperwork.
There was no other explanation as to why the room was this crowded.
He could feel the judging glares of his coworkers from all around him. He was sure they knew what was happening. Something that shouldn't be happening here, something the President surely wouldn't praise him for.
But if anything, the risk was making him all the more sensitive.
He had at least picked the right person to do this with. His boyfriend had always been shy and embarrassed by the lewd sounds that would fill their bedroom every day, so he had unconsciously trained himself to be as quiet as he could manage.
But even if Poe was able to mask and keep down the noises that sounded so loud in Ranpo’s ears, Ranpo himself was having a bit of a hard time muffling his own sounds.
He sucked in a shaky breath as Poe's tongue licked lightly at his tip. It had been going on for what felt like hours, this awfully amazing pleasure he couldn’t indulge in if he didn’t want to be found out.
He looked down his body, under his desk, seeing light eyes peeking up at him from behind long bangs.
Poe took this opportunity, this quick glance thrown at him, to take all of his cock in his mouth at once.
Ranpo breathed harshly through his nose, trying to keep his noises down, and leaned back, pulling his arms over his head in a poor attempt to look bored in the eyes of the people who had turned to find out the reason behind the sharp intake of breath.
He could hear the muttering in the room, he was sure everyone knew what was going on.
Why had he even thought this was going to be a good idea?
His boyfriend was crunching uncomfortably in the small space under his desk, working his mouth on him, making him feel so good yet so scared at the same time.
He could feel everything, as if someone had somehow managed to multiply his feelings tenfold.
The smooth inside of Poe’s cheeks, so warm and so soft, as he hollowed them more was driving him insane. The slide of his lips on him, the hot breath on his tip, the flicks and licks of his tongue, the fluttering of his throat. Everything was so much more intense.
And yet he couldn’t enjoy it. Because if he did he would be moaning so loud even Yosano from her office would hear him.
So he kept it down, but with every bob of Poe’s head, with every lick, with every suction and kiss, Ranpo’s frustration skyrocketed.
It was as if Poe was chasing his orgasm, and Ranpo was pulling it away from him.
So he tried to ignore the pleasure, focusing on the papers on his desk instead.
But sometimes, and he had yet to figure out the reason behind it, Poe would become bolder, as if he was the one who couldn’t come.
Ranpo’s abs clenched tightly as he sucked harder.
He closed his eyes, trying to breathe even breaths, but the darkness only allowed him to feel even more.
He couldn't tell what it was, whether it was the fear of being caught, or how good his boyfriend was at this, but he was getting close much faster than usual.
And it was dangerous.
As if he could tell, Poe dipped down, taking him as deep down his throat as he could.
He wasn’t a tease, not on purpose at least, but he waited a moment, letting Ranpo prepare for what was about to happen and letting him feel his throat flutter and constrict around his length.
And then he just swallowed.
That was all it took for Ranpo to crumble over the edge.
He had tried so hard to avoid this, but had also ran towards it for so long, he could do nothing but let it wash over him.
He bent forward, his hand rushing to hold Poe’s head in place, as he groaned loudly, failing to keep his noises for himself.
It was so good, feeling Poe’s throat tighten around him as he let rope after rope of warm cum flood his stomach, so good that for a moment everything around them just disappeared.
It wasn’t until he heard Kenji’s voice, out of everyone, that he realized, in horror, just how loud he'd been.
When he looked up, several pairs of eyes had turned to look at him, and they felt as if they were staring at his very soul.
"Are you okay Ranpo-san?" the blond boy asked, "Does your belly hurt?"
He sighed a little breath of relief. Thank God this child was so innocent.
"Uhm... yes! Actually!" he answered, taking this as the perfect excuse and hitting Poe weakly across the head when he heard a snicker come from below his desk. "I guess I've really been eating too many sweets lately. It's nothing to worry about!"
Some of his coworkers, and Kunikida in particular threw an unsure glance at him, before shrugging and continuing on their work.
He tried steadying his breaths as he looked down, a barely there smirk on his boyfriend's face.
When he looked back up, his eyes met none other than Dazai’s, who was sporting a knowing smile and who winked back at him.
Only later he’ll find out that, while he panicked, sure that everybody knew what was going on, all of his friends were coming out with ideas and possible scenarios as to why he was, for some reason, actually doing his work for once.