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Giyuu shifted in his chair, glancing once again at the clock as he tried to keep his breathing steady.
This meeting was lasting forever.
Before meeting the older man, he could have never in his life imagined himself doing something quite like this, but fuck, Shinazugawa had an affect on him, was opening brand new doors for him in the last few months.
He had started at this job fresh out of graduation, tired of working minimum wage jobs to barely afford ramen and cheap instant coffee in his shitty one bedroom and ready to really make a name for himself. Coming into his first couple weeks at the job, wearing dress clothes that didn’t quite fit and nervous for being around real adults, he was told the mysterious CEO was taking care of some family concerns. But when the day came to meet him, he was nowhere near prepared to come face to face with the most gorgeous, infuriating man he’d ever met.
Taller than Giyuu by a few scant inches, but broader, sturdier, corded muscles obvious under his well tailored shirts. A shock of white hair, handsome scarring, and the most intense lavender eyes he’d ever seen scrutinizing him from behind smart square glasses. He’d never felt attraction quite as intense as the exact moment they’d locked eyes.
He didn’t care that there was a good 8 years between them, his mind and his hands wandered alone when tucked into bed for the first few nights, letting himself fantasize about all the things the other would do to him…but even those dirty dreams didn’t stop him from finding himself increasingly frustrated by the man’s actions.
He let him push him around, bark orders, and dump extra work on him for weeks before he finally got fed up with the unfairness of it all, the two of them holed up in the older man’s office when he gave him a piece of his mind in one heated, long ramble one late night working on a project. His voice had raised for the first time since getting hired on, arguing his competence and dignity, threatening to quit. Shinazugawa had sat in stunned silence, lips slightly parted and lavender eyes wide. He thought for sure he’d be scolded, screamed at, maybe even escorted from the building for the way he’d spoken his mind so…boldy.
What he hadn’t expected was for that to lead to Sanemi cutting him off with a hard, knee buckling kiss, scarred hands fisted in the shitty button up shirt, or for things to lead into the most mindblowing fuck of his goddamn life, all of those secret desires being made real as the other had him right there on his desk.
He’d thought it would end there, one night of blowing off steam. But things had changed, kinder tones, hidden smirks, a grope and a breathtaking kiss, sneaking off to have a quickie in Sanemi’s office, spending weekends with the white haired man teaching him things he never knew about pleasure, how hard he could cum…
He had never expected to fall in love.
Yeah, things were definitely nothing like he’d ever expected.
And it all led him here, sitting in a group meeting with a goddamn vibrator snug in his cunt, buzzing away silently and draining him of his sanity as the man with the remote tucked in his pocket was leading everything from the front of the room. He was talking calmly, no apparent rush, like he hadn’t had Giyuu on the brink of orgasm 5 times in the last 45 minutes.
He kept trying to catch the older man’s eye, wanting to convey his desperation, but any time he succeeded in locking gazes he was met with a mischievous glint and a sly smirk as the vibrations racked up higher for just a moment. He shifted again, resting his forehead on his folded arms as he let out a slow breath. He squeezed his thighs, ears burning when he felt how fucking soaked he was. He wanted to rock his hips, to tear his clothes off and lay acrosst he table, to whine and beg for Sanemi to please just fuck me, please, please please–
He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the rustling of the other three men leaving the room, relief flooding through him as his attention snapped to Sanemi once again, not moving an inch from his seat until he was sure they were alone.
He stood on shaky legs when the door shut, breath coming in pants now, but only made it a few meager steps before the vibration grew stronger once more, Sanemi giving a wolfish grin. Giyuu gasped and gripped to the table, curling in on himself with pleasure. His voice was a whine when he finally found it, “You’re the worst, oh my god–” Sanemi was in front of him in seconds, one big hand cupping his chin to tilt him into a hungry kiss, and he let himself be dominated for a moment. He was startled when the toy’s buzzing suddenly stopped, his lip being nipped as the other pulled away, murmuring praise and pressing his lips to Giyuu’s ear.
“Did so fucking good, fuck, shoulda seen youself Giyuu…now get yourself together. You need to make it to my office without everyone seeing how fucked out you are.” The lust in his voice made Giyuu’s knees weak all over again, and he bit back a whimper as he nodded. The grip on his jaw tightened a fraction, “And then I’m fucking your sloppy wet cunt right over my desk.”
Giyuu buried his face in the broad chest in front of, nodding again as he took a deep breath. Sanemi hummed, sliding his hands down Giyuu’s back to squeeze at his ass, a feeling that Giyuu sighed into. He jumped at the light slap Sanemi left him with before he walked away to gather his things, leaned into the kiss that was dropped on his head as the older man passed him on his way to the door. “Ten minutes. Got it?” Giyuu shivered, a bit at the promise in those short words. “Yes sir.”
He smiled at the sound of the smug chuckle Sanemi gave walking out the door.
He managed to get himself under control after a few moments, smoothing his hair and gathering things to take back to his own desk. He avoided eye contact with anyone as he walked straight to his desk, nothing out of the ordinary, no need to draw attention to himself. Especially now. The clock ticked down those ten minutes, Giyuu watching it anxiously and trying to at least look busy, but when the time came he had to restrain himself from full-on running to Sanemi’s office.
He barely knocked twice before Sanemi’s gruff voice told him to come in, and he hurried in before shutting the door, locking it behind him without needing to be told to.
He turned to face the other man, seeing him leaning against his desk casually as they just looked each other over for a long moment. He bit his lip some, taking in the way Sanemi had a flush on his cheek bones, eyes nearly violet with how dark they were peering at him from the frames of his glasses. He let his gaze wander down, to how he had opened the top few buttons of his shirt, impressive chest on display, and his attention slid lower still to the obvious way his hard cock pressed against his slacks, making Giyuu’s mouth water.
He was moving across the room before he realized it, and Sanemi met him in the middle. Their lips crashed together, a soft moan leaving Giyuu that Sanemi swallowed down, his strong arms wrapping around his slim waist. He lost himself in it, vaguely aware of Sanemi moving him, turning his back to the oak desk and laying him out across it, his legs coming up to cradle the other’s hips out of mere muscle memory after so many months.
Sanemi pulled away first, leaving Giyuu staring breathlessly up at him. He watched him reach his hand into his pocket, pulling out the remote with a sharp grin, “You’re gonna give me one with this…and then another on my cock…and you’re gonna stay nice and fuckin’ quiet for me, yeah?” He didn’t wait for a response, pressing the little button, and Giyuu gasped and clasped a hand over his mouth to muffle his reedy whine, back arching from the wood below him. His eyes rolled back as the vibrations wracked through his core, Sanemi’s cock grinding against his cunt through layers of clothing only heightening the feeling.
Hazy blue eyes met lavender, the pure lust written all over his partner’s face sending a spike of pleasure through him, and it was all he could do to just cling to the older man when the vibration became stronger, the grinding against him harder. Even after the brief reprieve after the meeting, his was so wound up, so close to that edge again already after being pushed so close only to be pulled back for nearly an hour before…
As soon as Sanemi’s free hand wrapped around his neck, squeezed the barest bit, he was cumming hard, hips jerking as he gasped, choked back little moans, his eyes rolling shut once more as the toy kept buzzing, dragging it on and on. Sanemi groaned above him, making quick work of ridding the bottom half of Giyuu’s clothes as the younger man writhed through his pleasure.
Giyuu couldn’t even catch his breath before Sanemi was tugging the little vibe free impatiently, watching as he worked his pants open, throwing Giyuu a heated look as he leaned down, giving a few long, broad licks to his cunt as he did so. His back arched into it as he bit back a moan, his breath speeding as Sanemi crowded back into his space quickly, gripping on to Giyuu’s thighs as he pressed his hard cock deep inside in one smooth, slick thrust.
The stretch, the heat of Sanemi’s cock, it was near overwhelming to his still sensitive cock, his hand tightening over his mouth as he held his breath to keep from crying out. Fuck, he was shaking already, craving the long, rough fuck he knew the older man could give him, but he would take what he could get on the clock. He stared up at Sanemi’s flushed face, unable to keep his whimpers fully silent as he moved, hips slamming into his ass with each thrust aimed perfectly.
He could feel how wet he was, knew he was making a mess, but he couldn’t care. Not when Sanemi pushed his glasses up in his hair and leaned down, folding Giyuu’s knees against his chest and tugging his shirt open more to mark up his skin, murmured filth spilling across his collarbone on hot breath. He could barely breathe behind his hand, dizzy from the perfectly ruinous way Sanemi played his body.
“Gonna..fuck, gonna fill you up, send you back out there full of me..” Giyuu whined at the thought, his free hand gripping into white strands, “Mmm..fuck, Giyuu, gonna take you home and fill you up again and again tonight…” His hips began to falter, too soon for Giyuu’s liking, but his dismay was soothed when Sanemi’s fingers slid to rub just right over his clit. “You’re mine, Giyuu, all fucking mine…let them all stare…I’m the one who gets to fuck you like this, to have you all to my fucking self..” Giyuu was near tears, toes curling, heart pounding in his chest, his pleasure spiking closer and closer with each drag of his cock, each circling of rough fingers on his clit.
“Mine to play with…to tease…to make you cum on my fucking cock.” Sanemi choked off into a near growl, the slap of skin on skin growing louder, his thrust brutal against Giyuu’s sensitive walls, and he couldn’t stop himself from crashing into orgasm, jaw dropping on a silent scream as both hands clung to his lover now, wave after wave of it rolling over him. Sanemi swore, biting hard into the pale skin under his lips as he followed after, filling his messy cunt with deep, stuttering thrusts.
They stayed there curled together, letting hearts calm and breath even out. Giyuu slowly relaxed his grip, a pleasant tingling warmth in his fingers and toes. He hummed a bit and let his leg lay back, a small smile spreading over his face as Sanemi leaned back to look him over. He smirked down at him, adjusting his glasses back into place and letting out and slow breath. “Fuck…yeah, I needed that. Stay still, I’ll clean you up…” Giyuu winced when he pulled out, nodding a bit. He let Sanemi fuss with cleaning him gently with tissues, not missing the heat still in his gaze, watched him fix his own clothing before he finally sat up.
“You know…I think they’re starting to figure it out.” He didn’t look at Sanemi as he said it, easing off the desk and starting to gather his own clothes. “Office gossips have a way of…finding these things out.” He expected…frustration? Silence?
Instead Sanemi just chuckled, gathering a blushing Giyuu into his arms.
“Fuck ‘em, let ‘em talk…” A surprisingly gentle kiss was pressed to his forehead, then his lips. “I love you. They wanna have a problem with it, they can take it up with me.” He smirked smugly, and Giyuu just ducked his head into his chest, unable to stop his grin from spreading.
He didn’t even need to think about it, quietly murmuring into the space between them. “I love you, too.”