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The dim lights flickered when Ace walked into Lettuce's office, his eyes riddled with a hint of worry that he might've done something wrong and pissed off his leader. But what might've he done? Ace had been good, he swore! He'd followed orders perfectly the whole week, there was nothing Lettuce asked that he didn't do, right? He didn't-
"Take a seat." Lettuce's voice interrupted his train of thought, standing up from his office chair and patting it invitingly, the warm grin on his face—although so handsome(and has calmed him before)—did nothing to ease his dread.
But who was Ace to deny his maste- leader? His literal boss. The deputy sat obediently, not daring to even face Lettuce with how worked up he was. Ace opened his mouth to speak but the LAW's leader beat him to it.
"You aren't in trouble, Ace.." LettuceK cooed, rested a hand on his shoulder. With that? Ace had somehow calmed, the tension all round his body easing up.
He finally faced Lettuce after another minute of silence, still carrying the unnecessary weight of having done something wrong. The caracal in question was smiling at him, not a patronising grin, something that just screamed "safe", "fine"—like everything was okay.
"....Why was I called, sire?" Ace uttered, feeling the caracal's hand tread lower and squeeze his chest, it sent a bolt of lightning through him when fingers squeezed at his nipples, teasing the bud.
Biting back a whimper, Ace looked at Lettuce for a response, the answer he gets is a chuckle, then the caracal straddled his lap—trapping the deputy's thighs between his knees and smiling oh-so-sweetly, resting his head on Ace's shoulder.
"As you know, I've been trying to capture Flame...and I've failed so many times... I feel so stressed and tense," Lettuce rambled "I need an outlet, my Ace..."
Besides sweating bullets and being hot all over, he didn't think it could get worse—until Lettuce plopped down and grinded his ass against his groin. Ace had to throw a hand over his mouth to stifle any sound that dared go past his throat.
He lowered his wrist before trying speak "...What...Outlet..-?" He managed to squeak out, voice cracking at the end. This was quite a predicament for Ace, but he sure as hell didn't object to it—the caracal was indeed pretty. He was majestic.
And the way Lettuce suddenly chuckled, grabbing his hand and setting it down to the chair's armrest.. Ace swore his knees would've buckled if he wasn't already sat and pliant.
"Consider this a reward, yeah..? I-" he heard the caracal stutter, then there was that sweet rock of his hips again, the leader's ass rubbing again his clothed crotch. Ace was so flustered, it was so hard to think right now that the deputy thinks he might combust.
Subconsciously, Ace's hands find Lettuce's hips, and grinds him down on his clothed dick. The deputy peels his eyes open, not even realising he kept them closed. Lettuce openly moaned at the friction—and Ace knew he was doing something right.
Clawed hands gripped at Ace's waist, and by brute force, the world spins for a second.
The deputy finds himself bent over the office table, both wrists pinned with one hand over his hand and an almost-feral caracal looming over him. Ace felt cold air rush to his lower half as his pants were practically snatched down, he shivered at the cool sensation.
Lettuce didn't even let Ace get used to it—he got on his knees and practically nuzzled against the deputy's ass, licking over the pink rim with his rough tongue and squeezing the soft, squishy fat on his rump, earning a startled moan from the man above.
The leader preened at his Ace's reaction, lapping up the other's hole with excessive spit—enough to substitute lubricant. He licked around the deputy's delicious ass, before his course tongue intruded his walks, the sharp, jaggy muscle squirming around and in turn, makes Ace squirm too.
Lettuce went as deep as he could, disregarding his need for air for a minute just to reach every inch he could of Ace, slick spit coating his chin and lips when he pulled back. Said voidling was struggling to stay still under Lettuce's restraining hand, whining out the caracal's name like a prayer.
It felt as if a thunderstorm was brewing in Ace's body, the slight discomfort of Lettuce's rough tongue blending into pleasure as it worked itself into him, making the deputy draw out pathetic mewls and sounds he didn't even know he could make.
Bristling, Lettuce turned around the deputy—hungry eyes, mad with lust, locked onto white irises, one that seemed to glow in the relatively dark office, it did things to the caracal. That alone was enough to make Lettuce's dick twitch with anticipation, straining in his pants while it filled out.
Ace stayed still even if Lettuce let him go. The deputy kept his hands in place with his back in a slight arch, peeking from his closed eyes—cause of an earlier assult on his hole—he watched Lettuce try and get his complicated clothes off in the fastest way possible, whining when the belt got jammed and wouldn't budge an inch.
Eventually, the caracal got so desperate, impatient enough that he used his claws to rip off his bottoms—cock springing up read and angry as if it had been denied for a thousand years—and immediately went for Ace. Without any warning, the caracal buried himself into Ace, eliciting a mix of a groan and a whine from the other.
Wet, tight, heat enveloped Lettuce's cock as he settled inside and savoured the almost-sacred feeling, his already hot body getting even hotter when Ace, ever the impatient, started grinding against him again, the tip of his dick rubbing faintly again his bundle of nerves, enough go to be felt, but not enough to satisfy.
Hands settled on the deputy's hips as Lettuce started a deliciously needy pace, pounding into him with all he could give as if this would be the last time he ever could. Ace gripped the table, chest puffed up as he panted, not even realising he was holding his breath.
"O-oh, Ace..my Ace.. you feel so-" Lettuce babbled, his pace picking up speed and practically abusing Ace's hole (as if the deputy wouldn't ask for it). He could feel the knot in his stomach get tighter that more he fucked into Ace.
"Lettuce! Ley- I'm.. I'm so close..!" Ace yelped, fingers digging into the wooden table, his nails digging into the surface as he feels his orgasm nearing. The deputy huffed out a breath. His cock, beading pre at the tip and bobbing with every thrust stared back at him, like taunting Ace for being so close yet so far.
Ace was just about to see stars before a press on his stomach- he looked down and saw...
A bulge on his belly from LettuceK's head. Protruding upwards like a reminder of just who was inside him
"Oh Ace.." was the last thing the deputy heard before he felt Lettuce bury himself into his hole, grinding against his prostate and keeping him on the edge of release.
Then he felt it.
The way Lettuce pulled back, making shallow thrusts onto him before slowing down—then the press of something rounder, something still part of Lettuce's..but larger. It was stretching him out so deliciously.
Ace mewled as he took Lettuce's knot, trying to squirm away from the pleasuring burn of something almost too-big trying to force itself into his walls.
Then Lettuce grinded again. And that, somehow, takes him to the edge—his vision blacking out for a moment as pleasure shot out all around his boss, writhing from the aftermath of his orgasm
Lettuce let out one last moan before shooting his load into Ace, deep inside like it was always meant to be.
——
Lettuce continued to read and skim over documents and paperwork, Ace on his lap, Cock still inside him—knot keeping his come inside the voidling—the deputy was blissfully unconscious.
He deserved that rest, after another day of working with Lettuce.