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“Gubo… Why are we doing this?”
“Because you asked me to. Stay still.”
It was true; Jia Huan had asked him to do this.
“I don’t get how this connects to the Boughs, though,” Gubo continued.
“It doesn’t.”
“Well… Now I’m certainly not sure why we’re doing this, either. I have no problems with it, though. By the way you’re squirming, I can tell you don’t have any either, Jia Huan.”
They were coworkers. Just coworkers. Two coworkers trying to get the Golden Boughs.
Though, there was certainly a boundary being broken.
“Thank you for agreeing to do this with me, though, dear Gubo.”
“Is there really any reason for you to call me that?”
Jia Huan chuckled. “No, no. We just have the same goal.”
He had no idea why he had gotten attracted to Gubo. It was counterproductive to their goal, after all. Hermann wouldn’t exactly be pleased with this development either. Hopefully, this would burn it away. It would all curl in and crumble to ashes.
After Jia Huan’s proposition, Gubo’s lip had curled in a smile and he agreed. Once they had made sure nobody else was around that part of the base, Gubo stripped him, got some red linen rope, and tied Jia Huan up intricately. There was no compassion or joy in his gaze as he did it; he tied him as he would tie a machine back together. For all Jia Huan knew, he was doing this as a task that had to be done for the Boughs.
(Though, the tent in Gubo’s pants and the barely noticeable print of redness on his face certainly said otherwise.)
Jia Huan looked into Gubo’s eyes with a grin. “It’s like a work of art. I like it.”
“I think it’s more like poetry,” Gubo responded as he took another bit of rope. “It all flows together in a similar sense. I’m getting off track, though. I already wasted time tying you up like this.”
“My, my, Gubo. It was your idea to make it so intricate.” The scarlet knots over his chest and torso twisted and turned, all the way from his collarbones to his hips. “Surely, you’re not worried about wasting time.”
“I don’t think it matters. They’re not gonna kick us out for this. It’s just a bit inappropriate for coworkers.” He took the rope and tied together Jia Huan’s wrists, pulling them above his head. Jia Huan’s breath hitched as Gubo raised both of his legs up, putting them over his shoulders.
“Gubo, Gubo… If you’re going to do that, you should strip — ngh…!”
Gubo. That motherfucker.
He still had those damn gloves on. He took a finger and trailed it down the Jia Huan’s side, crossing over linen and skin. The leather felt cold and smooth against him; fuck. It really was those damn gloves, wasn’t it? He always had a fixation with Gubo’s hands, especially with how those weavings of leather fit onto them perfectly. His voice, too, only added to it. The fixation had only grown more and more uncomfortable. Hopefully, this would finally relieve it, and he could work alongside Gubo without staring at his hands.
Jia Huan shivered in his grasp as both hands trailed down him, then up his thighs. He could feel Gubo’s cock straining through his slacks hard against the curve of his ass. Ah, this is a bit of an odd position. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Gubo…” His voice shook with embarrassment. “Keep those gloves on.”
“I was planning on that.” Gubo trailed the hands back up around Jia Huan’s torso, slipping under thin rope before trailing them back down to his thighs, rubbing and slightly dipping into skin. “I have no reason to discard them at the moment.” His hand movements stopped. “Jia Huan. Would you like me to touch you now?”
Jia Huan sighed. “Was that not the entire point of all of this? What, were you just planning on tying me up and leaving me here?”
“It would be quite funny if I did.” Gubo adjusted his glasses. “I’m not sure if the higher ups would approve, however. It would be a strange and unfortunate way to starve.”
Jia Huan smiled uncomfortably. He’s trying to pretend he’s not also into this. “Great. Glad to know we’re on the same page.”
Gubo placed one hand on top of Jia Huan’s thigh. “This is just business,” Gubo spoke in a firm tone as he slowly traced his other hand down Jia Huan’s torso. “It’s nothing more than that.” He finally traced down to his cock, bringing his gloved index finger, cold and smooth, up to the tip. Jia Huan’s voice caught in his throat and his eyes fluttered shut, back arching slightly at the touch.
It really is those damn gloves!
Even with just a light touch from that leather, Jia Huan’s breaths became unsteady and shaky. Gubo seemed suspiciously pleased with this; surely, if he saw it as just business, he wouldn’t have that expression, right? He wrapped his hand around his cock, pushing two fingers from his other hand under the ropes around Jia Huan’s hips. They’re sleek, dark, and almost frigid against his scarred body. Gubo stroked him slowly, the feeling of thick leather changing the sensation to something Jia Huan was rather familiar with himself to a fantasy that had consumed his dreams.
“Shit, Gubo…” His words came out quietly, his face red against his own wishes. “You’re good at this…”
“Am I really good at this, or are you just easy to please?” Gubo’s eyes narrowed. “Or is it the gloves?”
“Gloves, gloves,” Jia Huan admitted, his mind becoming hazy, “it’s the gloves.”
Gubo blinked at him, then chuckled to himself. “ Just the gloves?” He shifted back, removing his hands from Jia Huan’s body (unfortunately, apparently, since he whined at the release). “Then it’s not much if I do this?”
Jia Huan opened his eyes and glared down.
“Gubo…?!”
He had positioned himself so his head between Jia Huan’s legs, and he slid both hands up Jia Huan’s sides. His breath was hot against Jia Huan’s cock, and he chuckled to himself once again.
That laugh kind of pisses me off.
“May I?”
“Yes,” Jia Huan spoke quietly, “please.”
With a nod and another quick adjustment of his glasses, Gubo licked at the tip for a moment before latching onto it. He slowly went down to the base of Jia Huan’s cock and — fuck, already? Involuntarily, he rolled his hips even with the grip Gubo had on him, pressing himself against the back of Gubo’s throat.
To his surprise, Gubo moaned softly.
“Are… Are you some kind of slut? Gubo… Imagine if they knew about you being able to do this!”
Jia Huan had no idea why he said that. It’s not like Gubo could really respond.
Shit, it felt good, though. I wasn’t expecting it to come to this. Gubo’s hands trailed back up Jia Huan’s body, one stopping at the curve of his ass and the other making its way back to his side, slipping under various bits of rope.
Just business, Jia Huan reassured himself in his mind as he rolled his hips once more, resulting in Gubo moaning yet again. It’s just business.
Though… It was apparent, very apparent, that this wasn’t Gubo’s first time. How many times has he had ‘business’ like this? Jia Huan shifted up as much as he could, setting his eyes on Gubo once they could finally lock. Gubo’s eyes fluttered shut, eyelashes thin and inky-black, his cheek flushed a dark red Jia Huan never expected to see on a man of his background and status. A few strands of hair, usually slicked back, found their way over his face, showing a side of him that Jia Huan never knew existed. Additionally, his glasses were beginning to fall off, giving Jia Huan a chance to look deep into his eyes.
They were actually…
No.
Actually quite pretty. Thankfully, Gubo seemed to take notice of this, taking a hand to push the glasses back up, keeping that temptatious gaze locked behind a veil of red once more. He moved his tongue and lips with careful precision.
“There’s no way you’ve never done this before,” Jia Huan muttered quickly under his breath. “There’s absolutely no fucking way…”
Gubo only hummed in response, once more bringing Jia Huan’s cock to the back of his throat. He ran his hands around Jia Huan’s body more, worshiping each inch of his thighs up to his chest. He made sure to take note of each spot that made Jia Huan squirm underneath him, eventually settling on spreading both of his thighs. Jia Huan’s breathing became laborious and harsh, often intercepted by whimpers and failed attempts to quiet himself down by biting his lip.
“Shit… Gubo,” Jia Huan moaned softly, his fingers curling. “Gubo, please… I’m so close, please…”
He continued moaning those syllables over and over, Gubo’s name being the only thing he could call out in the haze. “Gubo — Gubo, I’m…”
He’s taking it so well…
Jia Huan squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back as he came down Gubo’s throat, his face red with embarrassment. Though he couldn’t see the other man’s face, he knew he had it in him to swallow every last drop — which he nearly did, until he pulled away a bit too early.
When Jia Huan was completely worn out, he glanced back down at Gubo. He was about to ask him to untie him, but was caught off guard by the sight he saw.
“Sorry about that.” Some of his cum ended up on Gubo’s cheek, and more importantly, his glasses. Gubo took them off and groaned, giving Jia Huan a chance to stare into those uncomfortable, yet oh so desirable depths again.
“It’s not a big deal.” Gubo wiped his cheek with his hand, and though he was exhausted, Jia Huan remained fixated on how the leather shined and creased on the gloves he always wore. “I’m gonna get you out of all of that, don’t worry,” he spoke as he tugged at a rope. “I hope you’re satisfied.”
Jia Huan made a small laugh. “I’d say so —”
He was stopped mid-sentence by the sound of a door opening.
“Hello, Gubo. I was hoping that — Jia Huan?”
Oh no.
Hermann.
Gubo turned around, his cheeks dusted red despite how hard he tried to seem straight-faced. “Excuse me, Hermann. I was just…”
“No, no. There’s nothing you need to explain,” Hermann said in a remarkably calm tone. “Just… lock the door next time, okay? This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you doing things like this.”
Jia Huan’s eyes blew open. “Gubo, what the fuck do you do?”
Gubo had nothing to say in response.
The silence was beyond uncomfortable. Hermann sighed and looked at Jia Huan, and decided to break it. “Just… do your work, okay?”
Jia Huan forced the words, “of course, Hermann,” out from his lips. She closed the door shortly after, leaving Jia Huan and Gubo in unpleasant solitude.
“Gubo.”
As his name was called, he turned back to look at Jia Huan once more.
“...Let’s do this somewhere more private next time, okay?”