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Thee is not usually a patient man. He lives a life of luxury and privilege, a fact his dear Peacharayat has made clear to him a thousand times over by now. His every whim is catered to without delay, and he expects his commands to be carried out in the time it takes to snap his fingers.
Thee is not currently giving commands. It’s not his place to, not here on his knees with his mouth open and wet, holding Peach’s warmth on his tongue as he floats. His mind is hazy and still, lacking any urgency or noise. He wants to give Peach the things he wants, and Peach wants him right here as he is. All Thee has to do is be good and still. It feels good, it feels easy to give this to Peach, to be what he wants him to be. Thee’s whole body is warm and relaxed, naked skin sensitive to the heat of Peach’s thighs, mouth filled with the taste of him.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, but it doesn’t matter when he’s in this place. He’s not keeping to a schedule, not waiting for Mok to inform him which meeting he’s expected to be in. He is curled up beneath Peach’s desk, keeping him warm as he edits photos from the shoot that stole him away for a whole weekend, and he’ll stay there until Peach is done.
There’s drool leaking out of the corners of his mouth, sliding down his chin in a way he thinks he’d usually find embarrassing. It does nothing to draw him out of his haze; if Peach didn’t want him to drool, he’d tell him, but instead he had instructed Thee just to hold, not to suck or try and make Peach hard. Thee is doing exactly what Peach wants him to do, and it settles a vague heat between his legs.
Peach shifts above him, the first movement in a while, and it pushes his soft cock deeper into Thee’s mouth. He hums around it automatically, and feels Peach’s hand come down to card through his hair. He leans into the touch.
“Just a bit longer, alright?” Thee makes an affirmative noise, mouth watering more as Peach’s cock twitches a little. “Good boy.”
The praise makes Thee shift on his knees, shifting the plug in him and pooling the warmth in his belly directly into his cock. He was patient before, happy to drift, but now he feels suddenly desperate, every inch of his exposed skin singing for Peach’s touch. He whines around Peach’s cock, feels it harden a little. Peach’s hand sinks back into his hair, harder this time.
“I thought I told you to wait?” Thee mumbles something around his cock, an apology that isn’t even trying to be words, and Peach groans a little and kicks his hips, pushing his half hard cock into Thee’s mouth and brushing the head against the back of his throat. “You were too desperate, huh? Needed me to pay attention to you?”
Thee whines around his mouthful, a wet sound as Peach’s hips grind against his face in a slow, even rhythm. Peach’s hand holds his head still as he fucks up into him, and Thee is so happy he could cry. This is what he wants, this is what he’s for: bringing Peach pleasure. Feeling Peach’s cock harden in his mouth, breathing deeply and relaxing so that he can take him into his throat. Peach moans as Thee’s nose brushes against the soft skin of his stomach,nuzzling against the hem of his shirt as he takes him in fully.
“Just like that,” he says, and Thee whines and tries to get closer, wants all of Peach inside him, in his throat and deciding when he can breathe. Peach huffs a little laugh and pulls him off, angling his head back so he can trace a finger over the redness of his swollen lips. Thee wants to complain but his mouth won’t close, held open so long it’s no longer good for anything but being a warm, wet hole for Peach to use. Peach hums as Thee lolls his tongue out, trying to draw his fingers in. His mouth feels empty, and he squeezes down on his plug to try and alleviate some of the discomfort.
Peach rolls his chair back suddenly and Thee nearly startles, is already beginning to whine in protest when Peach grabs his arms and pulls him up into his lap. The chair he’s in is wide and plush, good enough to support Peach while he works and comfortable now for Thee to kneel over him and pant as Peach ravages his mouth. He can barely keep up, lips fumbling as Peach licks into his mouth like he’s chasing his own taste. Thee whines and rocks down into him, hands fisting in his shirt, moaning when the movement jostles his plug directly against his prostate. Peach pulls back and grins at him.
“Yeah? You want my cock, Thee?” He doesn’t know if it’s the thought of being filled or hearing his name spoken like that, all heat and no honorifics, no qualifiers, but Thee shudders so hard Peach has to steady him so he doesn’t fall off his lap. Peach’s smile goes sharp and hungry. “Yeah. I’ll give it to you.”
Thee keens when he feels Peach’s fingers tap on the end of the plug, and keeps going as he grips it and slowly begins to pull it out. It’s one long drag, and then, just as it hits the widest point, Peach stops.
“Peach,” Thee gasps, trying to push back or pull away or move in any direction but thwarted by Peach’s strong hand on his hip. “Please.”
“Hmm.” Peach fucks the plug back into him, swallowing his gasp as he pulls it back out to that same position again. “Please what?”
“Please,” Thee whines again, but he knows that’s not enough. Peach likes to hear him, likes the way his voice breaks when the things he wants are dragged out of him. He gasps in another breath and tries again. “Want… want Peach’s cock, want it inside, please.”
Peach groans and pulls the plug out the rest of the way, biting kisses down Thee’s neck as he fumbles for the lube sitting on the table to slick himself up. Thee wants to protest, wants to take over, wants his hands on Peach’s magnificent cock, but it’s all he can do to plant his hands on Peach’s shoulders and hold himself up.
“Okay, Thee. I’ll give you what you want.” Peach’s cock prods at his hole, open and wet and soft, and they groan in unison. Peach drags it back and forth for a moment, fingers tightening on Thee’s hip when he tries to push back, to get it inside. Distantly, Thee hopes Peach’s fingers leave bruises. He wants to carry his mark on him everywhere he goes.
The head of Peach’s cock sinks in, soft and easy, and Thee whines when Peach’s grip stops him from sinking down any further.
“Peach!” He whines, frustrated and desperate and so empty.
“Hmm?” Peach hums into his throat, pressing his teeth in at the place it meets his shoulder. For a wild moment Thee thinks he’s about to bite down, goes dizzy at the thought of a perfect imprint of Peach’s teeth on his skin. “You want more? You should’ve said.”
Peach pulls him down the rest of the way in one sudden movement and Thee cries out, shuddering as the intense sensation runs through him. The plug wasn’t small but Peach is bigger, reaching inside him until that horrible empty feeling is all but gone. He shifts, expecting Peach to hold him still, but the hands on his hips have gone soft, guiding him as he moves but not restricting him. He lifts and drops back down, moaning as Peach’s cock jabs into his prostate and milks fat drops of clear precum from Thee’s untouched cock.
“Peach,” he whines, moving on Peach’s cock with a desperation that there’s no way Peach has missed.
“Hm? You want something else?” Peach murmurs, but when Thee opens his mouth to respond Peach’s hips move, fucking up into him and forcing his breath out of him on a moan. “Oh, I know. Your mouth’s feeling empty, huh?”
Thee’s mouth is open and panting, and he doesn’t protest when Peach shoves two fingers into it, pressing into the back of his throat and forcing him to relax around them or choke. He laves them with his tongue. This wasn’t what he was going to ask for, but Peach was right, this is what he needs. He feels full, finally, properly used. The fire in his belly is building, white hot as Peach begins to moan beneath him.
“There you go, so good for me.” Thee whines and sucks on the fingers in his mouth. “Yeah, you just needed something to suck on, huh? Next time we’ll get you a dildo so you can keep sucking cock while I fuck you.”
Thee keens as the image forms in his head. Something modeled after Peach’s cock, he thinks, so he can have him in his mouth and his ass at the same time. Filled from both ends, used for Peach’s pleasure, a perfect hole for however he wants to fuck him…
Thee comes, whining and painting his stomach and Peach’s shirt with streaks of white. He moans and gasps as Peach fucks him through it, rising in pitch as Peach doesn’t stop.
“So good, such a good boy for me, Thee.” Peach pulls his fingers out of Thee’s mouth so he can put both hands on his waist, moving him up and down on his cock as he fucks up into him. Thee nearly screams as he hits his sensitive prostate over and over, his cock still dribbling as it jumps between them. Peach throws his head back and groans. “Fuck, so perfect, making me feel so good.”
A shock of white hot lightning runs down Thee’s spine and he thinks he might have come again, wailing as Peach’s hips stutter against him so hard he can feel the sting against his skin. There’s a thin, high keening sound that slowly fades as Peach runs a hand down his sweaty back, petting through his hair and mumbling soft words against Thee’s skin. Thee doesn’t want to move from his spot, wants to keep Peach inside him and stay like this for at least another hour, but Peach shifts with a grimace and his soft cock slides out of him. Thee tightens immediately, whimpering as the cum starts to slide out, until Peach shushes him and presses something against him. It takes him a second to realise it’s the plug, and then he’s moaning as it slides inside, pressing against his sensitive walls and coming to rest just shy of his prostate.
“Shh, there you go,” Peach whispers, tugging gently on Thee’s hair to get him to meet his eyes. The pressure on his roots sends shivers through Thee, and he whimpers as his soft cock twitches. Peach smiles at him, only a little meanly. “Good?”
Thee wants to say yes, but when he opens his mouth only a hoarse croak comes out. Peach frowns as he clears his throat, leaning towards his desk and coming back with a bottle of Oishii® that he opens and holds to Thee’s lips. Thee takes a few, long sips, then tries again.
“Was good,” he mumbles, then immediately ducks to shove his face into Peach’s neck. Peach laughs, trying to push him back, but Thee makes his body go limp and heavy atop him.
“If we stay like this, your knees are going to start aching.” Peach points out, unfairly reasonably. Thee huffs into his throat.
“Five minutes.” Peach sighs, but runs his hand down Thee’s spine, and Thee knows he’s won. He shifts, getting comfortable as Peach takes his own sips of Oishii®.
He’s exactly where he wants to be.