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“Stop being such a brat. Sit still.” Chisaki growls as the smaller man sitting in his lap squirms, a gloved hand gripping the other’s exposed waist holding him in place.
“But Kai-”
“Touya. Behave.”
“You promised Kai!” The white haired man whines, blue eyes looking up into amber yellow ones, pleading.
“Don’t give me that look. I told you, only if you behaved. Now, what did I ask you to do?” Chisaki asks, tightening his grip on the smaller man's waist.
“You- you said to sit in your lap and- ah- be quiet while you finished work. T-That if I was a good little cock sleeve you’d- ngh- you’d fuck me properly.” He whimpers, trying to adjust himself as he sits straddled in Chisaki’s lap. He’s completely naked, while Chisaki is still in his dress clothes, only his pants undone and slipped down around his thighs. Exposed just enough to free himself and have Touya sitting fully seated on his cock facing him. A pale flushed chest pressed to his clothed one, pointedly ignoring the way those spindly fingers crumble and crease his dress shirt in an effort to ground himself.
“I did, and it’s hardly been thirty minutes, now sit still and be a good boy.” And to really drive home the point he’s trying to make, he gives a small thrust to his hips. It pulls a gasp from Touya, his hands tightening on Chisaki’s shirt while he presses his face into the crook of the man's neck to muffle his noises.
He can feel Touya open his mouth as if to make a comment but he must think better of it and closes it instead, holding back the smallest of whimpers. He’s able to make it through most of his paperwork without Touya squirming too much in his lap, he moves the smaller man up and down on his cock every so often just enough to tease him and pull small quiet mewlings from him. He’s working on finishing up one of the last reports, promptly ignoring the way Touya is panting into his neck. He's finding it hard though when combined with the feeling of the smaller man's legs trembling in a poor attempt at staying still.
“K-Kai?” It’s timid sounding, unsure, but Chisaki can hear the way it wavers still with arousal. He just hums, not bothering to look away from his work, prompting the other to continue. “Are you almost done?"
"Almost, just sit still for a little while longer." he mutters as he pets up and down Touya's back lightly. Enjoying how it makes the young man shiver and squirm in his lap. The report he's currently working on doesn't even need to be done by tomorrow evening, it's not due to be handed in till the following week but Touya doesn't need to know that.
Chisaki lets a hand trail down across porcelain smooth skin, grabbing hold and giving a light squeeze to the ass cheek that fits almost entirely in his large hand. It makes Touya gasp trying to get away from the hand which only effectively lifts himself partially up off the cock buried in his ass.
Chisaki growls at the sudden movement, tightening his hold and pulling the pale haired man back down so he's sitting fully seated once again. "I told you to sit still."
"Ah! Kai! Can't help it, so full, need you Kai, want you to fuck me already. Please Kai, please, want you to use me." Touya babbles as he twists his hips seeking some kind of friction. The way he moves gives Chisaki a brief glance at his crotch as he leans back. It looks flushed and strains as it weeps pitifully, almost begging to be touched.
"You're such a needy thing aren't you? Can't even sit still long enough for me to finish my work. Whatever will I do with such an unruly brat?" Chisaki says disappointedly, grabbing the young man's jaw forcing him to look up at him. "So desperate for more, that even with my cock in you, you're still not satisfied. How ungrateful…. I have half a mind to leave you like this."
Turquoise eyes welled up as he shakes his head. "N-no, no Kai, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Kai. I'll be good, please I just-" the words get cut off as Chisaki's hand glides down from his jaw to enclose around the young man's throat. The brunettes' fingers applied just enough pressure to be a warning.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson." Chisaki can feel Touya swallow nervously, his head tilting back ever so slightly to give Chisaki more access. "Answer me Touya, do you need to be taught a lesson?"
"N-no."
"No, what?" Chisaki asks, tightening his grip around the other man's throat.
"No, sir." Touya manages to quietly say, even if it does sound strained as the hand around his throat constricts itself a little tighter. Just shy of teetering the edge of cutting off his airway. Chisaki can feel the pulse under his hand jump, heart beating fast excitedly, and the brunette can't help but smirk. The response he'd gotten confirming suspensions he'd had previously.
Chisaki hums, pleased with the answer given to him. "Good boy, now I'm almost done, you'll behave yes?" thumb caressing the side of the smaller man's neck as he waits for an answer.
"Yes, sir."
He releases his hold on his partner's throat, ignores the small whimper in the back of Touya's throat at the lack of contact, and goes back to finishing his report. He takes his time finishing it on purpose, it should have only taken him a few minutes in signing off on the suggested approvals. Instead, he stares at the page, paying close attention to Touya instead.
He listens as his breathing turns to small quiet panting, the way his body shakes with pent up arousal, and especially how he can feel the man's erections twitch hard every so often, smearing pre-cum across his dress shirt.
He gets the impression Touya is reaching his limit when he notices the other is biting at his bottom lip in an effort to keep quiet. He's clearly trying to please Chisaki by following his rules because he's bitten and torn at those pretty lips of his so much Chisaki can see his teeth stained a light shade of red as spit and blood mix.
Enough is enough he deems as he puts down his pen at last. "Touya?"
Touya doesn't respond with actual words, just a high pitched keen at the sound of Chisaki's voice, his bottom lip still firmly held between his teeth.
"I'm done, so now I'm going to put you on your back and fuck you properly since you surprisingly managed to remain quiet for the most part."
Touya just moans loudly, and Chisaki wastes no time in grabbing hold of the smaller man's hips, keeping him as close as possible as he stands from his chair lifting him with him. He leans Touya back so he's flat on his back against the desk, Chisaki not bothering to even move the report he had been previously looking over.
Touya's legs flail a bit as he's moved, quickly wrapping themselves around Chisaki's waist to keep them connected. The moment his back hits the desk though he gasps at the change in angle. Nearly sobs in relief as Chisaki slowly pulls back before snapping his hips forward, punching a strangled moan out of the pale haired man's lungs.
Chisaki sets a moderate pace, he wants to draw out his own pleasure, Touya is so pent up he wonders if he could probably pull two orgasms from the young man at this point, knowing the other wouldn’t complain in the slightest. He thrives off any attention Chisaki gives him after all.
Soon the only sounds that fill his office are the sounds of skin connecting, an orchestra of noises that fall from Touya’s mouth and the occasional scrap of wood against the floor when he really loses himself a few times pushing the desk forward, as he fucks into Touya hard.
Touya has turned into a babbling mess under him, half the things coming out of his mouth aren’t even words anymore. Chisaki get’s the gist of it though, understands that the jumbled mess of words are his partner begging him to fuck him faster, to fuck him harder. He’s familiar enough with the way Touya slurs his words together when he gets like this to know he’s trying to communicate how well he’s being fucked.
Chisaki hasn’t dared touch Touya’s cock yet, knows the moment he does the poor man is going to be tossed over the edge into oblivion. And as much as he would like to watch him writhe and squirm while he tosses his head back, coming completely undone from the simplest of touch. It would be so easy to push them both into that euphoric bliss, but no, Chisaki has other plans.
He had kept in mind something that had happened a few nights ago. When he had grabbed Touya by the back of the neck to hold him in place as he berated the man for making a mess in his kitchen. Had noted the way his breath had caught in his throat, how his eyes had gotten that far away look in them.
Grabbing that pretty thin pale neck early had been a test, gauging Touya’s response. One he pleased to receive. Touya had shown no signs of stopping him, had even tilted his head back, an unspoken permission.
Chisaki is confident that this is something Touya will want, the smaller man has had no problems in the past telling him off, quite loudly and rudely, before when he doesn't like something in bed. There's no concern about crossing a line there. So he pulls Touya closer to him, throwing one leg up and over his shoulder so he can lean over the other man easier.
It pulls a moan from Touya, the angle changing Chisaki's thrusts reaching deeper inside of him than before. A gasp Chisaki cuts off when he places his hand back around that throat, squeezing the sides of Touya's neck, careful to avoid actually doing any damage. The moan Touya gives at the contact is one, unlike any Chisaki, has heard previously from him. Touya's mouth hangs open, he sounds breathless as he manages to get out something that sounds almost like "Kai" as those pretty blue eyes flutter open and closed.
The expression on Touya's face, white hair fanned out around his head like some form of ethereal halo, sweat glistening across his brow and chest, as he wheezes in shaky breaths does something to Chisaki. Some primal urge he didn't know he was capable of comes unhinged, while he watches his partner's face flush.
He snaps his hips forward, giving in to the impulse to set a brutal pace. The moment he drives his hips forward Touya's eyes snap open and he arches up off the desk, hands flailing to grab onto anything, Chisaki's paperwork being the poor victim of his iron grip. The way his back bows upwards only presses Chisaki's hand onto his throat more and has him gasping.
"-ir, h-h-ah-rder" Touya manages to rasp out as his eyes roll back into his head. Chisaki's not sure if he's asking to be choked or fucked harder, so he settles for doing both. He presses his thumb and forefingers into the neck under him, squeezing and then letting up when Touya starts to flail under him. Many of the objects he had on his desk are now scattered across the floor from rocking the desk so aggressively.
It's a mess he knows he's going to be annoyed at himself for having to clean it up later but at the moment he could care less. His own low grunts have started filling the space now that Touya can't wail out his pleasures. Chisaki can feel himself getting close to the edge, rutting into the poor man under him while he watches carefully making sure not to leave Touya gasping for air for too long. He watches those turquoise eyes glaze over and become unfocused, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, drool leaking down the sides of his face as he lays there.
Chisaki knows that look all too well, has seen it countless times, the look of complete bliss, of being pushed to the edge and held there. Touya's thighs tremble against him, his abdomen gives small little spasms but it's his cock that truly gives him away. It twitches and jumps, leaking precum that is now smeared across his stomach. There's honestly so much of it Chisaki almost wonders if he had already cum once.
Touya makes a garbled noise, hand frantically slapping against the desk. Chisaki releases his hold on the younger man's throat, fearing maybe he had held on too tightly for too long. Instead, Touya sucks in a desperate breath, one he can hear rattling in his lungs.
He's barely sucked in enough air before his mouth is moving. "Kai, so close, gonna come, wanna come, please. Please Sir, please."
He’s honestly impressed, Touya looks so far gone yet he’s still asking for permission to come. Something in his chest swells in satisfaction at the idea that he’s trained his boy so well.
"Almost, just a bit more, you can do that for me, right? Just a bit more?" Chisaki pants, placing his hand back on the young man's throat. Tightening his grip once more.
Touya nods his head frantically, a high pitch keen coming from him that slowly putters out into quiet whimpers. Chisaki's gut twists in the most wonderful way at the sight, white hot arousal flashing through him as he stops thrusting to instead rut into the pliant body under him. With the way Touya arches and clenches around him as he gasps silently for air, Chisaki won't have to chase his own release for long.
His rutting becomes erratic, there's no rhythm to his movements anymore, his body moving the way it needs to finally snap and break the coil that's been winding up inside him the moment Touya sat in his lap. He tightens his grip around the throat under his palm, squeezing. Touya's face goes from that flushed pink to red slowly getting darker, almost turning to purple. Those turquoise eyes snap open, tears spilling down the sides of his face, looking up into amber, pleading, begging. And Chisaki knows exactly for what.
"Be a good little cock sleeve and cum for me." he growls, watching those pretty eyes well up with unshed tears as Touya shakes under him. Chisaki grinds his hips forward, pressing himself as far as humanly possible into Touya and he knows he hits all the other man's favourite spots when a garbled scream tears out of him. The body under him jerks and shakes and Chisaki tries to watch as Touya comes all across his stomach. When Touya comes it's like a vice grip around Chisaki's cock, an almost all consuming heat wrapped impossibly tight around him. It's exactly what he needs to trigger his own climax.
He comes with a moan and gives a few slow thrusts to ride out the remainder of his high. He enjoys the feeling of it until something smacks his hand weakly and it’s then he realizes he still has Touya’s neck firmly in his grasp. The white haired man swatting weakly at his hand as his face twists, mouth opening and closing trying to suck in a proper breath.
“-i. C-n’t. Br-th.” He manages to wheeze out, and Chisaki instantly releases his hold. Touya gasps loudly as he greedily pulls in as much air as he can into his lungs. He ends up coughing a few times, though it sounds weak. “Fuck…” he rasps, but makes no effort to move quite yet. Touya lays there chest heaving, covered in sweat and cum, one leg still thrown over Chisaki’s shoulder the other tightly wrapped around his waist.
“Holy fuck, Kai…” His voice sounds absolutely raw, Chisaki easily spots marks in the shape of his fingers around that slender neck. No doubt those marks will turn into an array of colourful bruising that he’ll undoubtedly wear with pride and show off any moment he can.
“I take it you quite enjoyed that.” Chisaki says moving the trembling leg off his shoulder as he slowly pulls out of Touya. It pulls a pitiful whimper from the younger man, but he quickly sighs as his legs are readjusted and hanging from the desk. Chisaki grabs hold of each thigh with a gloved hand and gently groping them, working at the trembling muscles to relax there.
“That’s one way to put it.” He whispered, content to lay on Chisaki’s desk like he’s some kind of decoration.
“Come on, get up, we need to shower and I won’t have you falling asleep on my desk, you’ve made a mess of it enough as it is.”
Touya whines as Chisaki gives a light slap to his inner thigh, trying to prompt him to move. He tries to move his legs, but they look clumsy and uncoordinated. He makes a show of attempting to sit up, Chisaki can tell he’s not putting any real effort at all into moving before he flops backwards. “Can’t feel my legs yet Kai, carry me?” he asks, white lashes fluttering as he all but pouts up at the brunette.
Chisaki rolls his eyes at the childish behaviour. But just as Touya is wrapped around his finger, Chisaki is very much wrapped just the same around Touya’s. Especially after sex. But he supposes he can give in to this simple enough request.
“Very well, but only because I want to shower and get out of these disgusting clothes.” He sighs, picking up Touya and holding him to his chest. Arms snake themselves around his neck as he easily enough carries the smaller man towards their shared bathroom. After all the clean up can be just as enjoyable as the work.