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Philippe knew this look well. Seen it plenty of times before, and it never failed to take his breath away.
A look that told him he’d better hurry home, get changed, and come over as soon as possible so he doesn’t keep his boss waiting too long.
Not that he wasn’t just as eager. In fact, the big man had an ace up his sleeve tonight. A new treat he’d struggled to keep a secret, diligently tracking its journey to his home over the course of a couple long weeks. And it had finally arrived.
He could barely suppress his excitement when he got the notification, mind flooded with naughty ideas about what sort of reaction he’d elicit. Philippe'd had his eyes on this set for a while, mulling over his measurements and narrowing down his color choice. Nervous and excited, he couldn’t wait to show off for his boss, to be showered with praise and affection and so much more.
If Corbeau had gone nuts over a pair of panties, there was no telling what he would do at the sight of Philippe in a lacy little bra.
Thank goodness it was nearing the end of the work day. It wasn’t too long before they were wrapping up their various tasks and getting ready to head home.
They’d just reached the elevator when Corbeau turned toward him. His sharp gaze raked down Philippe’s form hungrily, lingering on a couple pointed places before their eyes met, molten gold searing into his skull.
As always, Corbeau never had to utter a word to get his point across.
Back at Philippe’s place, the elegant little cardboard box sat on his bed, tape torn open to reveal his favorite new pieces. He’d gone with black this time—a guaranteed hit. The top and bottoms were both sheer, adorned with delicate designs that were sure to compliment his curves.
What will Corbeau say? Will he take things slow, want Philippe to model for him so he can scrutinize his purchase with clinical precision? Or maybe he’ll get down and dirty straight away, unable to contain himself, rutting against the lace until they both border on overstimulation.
Philippe’s pulse raced at the thought of his pretty new garments damp with the evidence of their arousal. He pulled up his panties with trembling hands and flinched at the fabric stretching over his hardening cock.
He held up the top, studying its mechanics and thinking back on a handful of videos he’d recently checked out on the matter. Slipping it on, he smiled giddily at the thought of Corbeau struggling and muttering insults at the clasp keeping him at bay in the heat of the moment.
Though, it was just as likely he wouldn’t dare take it off. Philippe wasn’t sure which was more thrilling.
He managed to secure the closure after fumbling for a few awkward moments, sliding his fingers up to the thin straps so he could adjust them just so. The soft fabric tightened against him, lifting his pecs so that they sat just the slightest bit higher. There were no wires, so the support was subtle, comfortable.
He tingled from his head to his toes as he regarded himself in the mirror. For all the energy he’d spent obsessing over images on a screen, he could never have imagined how it would feel to actually have this on.
His heart swelled as he turned and took in the view from all angles. He could hear his lover’s voice in his head, cooing sweetly in his ear about how beautiful and cute he was, practically feel the warmth of his hands exploring, pleasing him, making him feel so special…
But there was no sense indulging in the daydream when he was only wasting time that could be spent on the real thing.
The brief journey over got him even more worked up. Lace rubbed at his chest with every movement, the unfamiliar sensation rendering him far more sensitive than usual. His clothes felt so tight and he was grateful nobody had spotted him in his sorry state before he could reach Corbeau’s door.
As he was let in, Corbeau's keen eyes fell immediately to his chest as if he had x-ray vision. Philippe looked down and noticed the way he was poking through his dress shirt. The constant stimulation made him so numb that he hadn’t even considered how hard his nipples must have gotten. How embarrassing.
Then Corbeau’s eyes traveled down to his crotch. His lips split into a goofy smile as Philippe’s face flushed bright.
“Happy to see you, too.” he teased.
Philippe took his hand and they hurried down the hallway toward the bedroom. The faint scent of Corbeau’s cologne trailed in his wake, every bit as alluring as the man who wore it.
He tugged insistently on Philippe’s arm, forcing him to lean down for a kiss and trying to drag him onto the bed. But as rude as it felt to peel away, he was overcome with the need to rid himself of his stuffy constraints.
“Hold on,” Philippe rose up, leaving Corbeau pouting where he was perched on the edge of the mattress.
“I have something to show you,” he said softly, hands hovering near his waist, delighted at the way Corbeau perked up in anticipation.
“Ah,” he smirked, “I was wondering what’s got you so excited.”
As if the prospect of fucking wasn’t exciting enough on its own.
Corbeau was completely enthralled as he began to undo his belt. Philippe typically started with his shirt, and as perceptive as Corbeau was, there was no way he didn’t take note. After all, the panties tended to be the main event, and the tease of a coyly slipped off shirt was the perfect opener.
As gracefully as he could, Philippe stepped out of his pants and toed them aside. His skin prickled under Corbeau’s unwavering stare.
“Oh my. Look at you.”
His temperature was climbing rapidly. And he hadn’t even gotten to the best part.
Adrenaline pounded through his veins as his fingers closed around the bottom-most button of his shirt. Philippe could see a flash of something dashing across Corbeau’s face, like a dawning realization about what he might see underneath.
As Philippe revealed his stomach, a sudden shyness welled up inside—a skin-crawling sense of anxiety that threatened to steal away his special moment.
What if this was a step too far? It was one thing wearing ladies’ underwear, sure, but Corbeau might not be interested in something quite so overtly feminine.
His shaky fingers crept closer to his chest and his movements slowed, gaze averted.
“You’re killing me here…what are you hiding?”
His breath caught when he saw Corbeau start palming himself through his slacks. He nodded toward Philippe’s stalling hands in a wordless request to speed things up.
Wasn’t right to delay his boss’s gratification. All that was left to do was to let go and trust his instincts. Trust Corbeau with his body and soul and bare it all, just like he’d always been encouraged to.
With renewed bravery, he made quick work of the remaining buttons, savoring the way Corbeau’s mouth opened at the first sliver of lace underneath.
Face on fire, Philippe shrugged off his shirt and let it fall to the floor, taking a big deep breath.
Corbeau’s eyes widened, jaw dropped and hand stilled.
“Whoa…” he said, stunlocked.
Philippe squirmed and fought the urge to cover himself up. Corbeau seemed to pick up on it instantly—the moment Philippe’s arms so much as twitched at his sides, he had scrambled forward to brace them apart.
He stood with his face inches away from Philippe’s chest, gawking at him in amazement.
“No wonder you’re so riled up.”
Philippe’s skin blossomed with goosebumps as Corbeau’s warm hands slid inward to cup him through his top, thumbs brushing his nipples.
“Fuck,” Corbeau breathed, “Gorgeous…”
He tilted his head up so they could make eye contact, smiling sweetly.
“Why don’t you lay down, cutie?”
The term of endearment made Philippe’s head feel fuzzy, body eager to obey. He shuffled toward the bed as Corbeau stepped aside and began to strip, elated that his fears were unfounded.
Corbeau was naked in no time at all, diving on top of Philippe and straddling his hips. He settled his weight down and shifted against the thin lace, planting his hands right back onto Philippe’s voluptuous chest without missing a beat.
“You knew these beautiful tits were gonna drive me crazy, huh?” Corbeau’s voice was husky, his words driving a glowing hot spike of arousal through Philippe’s pelvis.
“Y-You like it?” he found himself asking, even though the answer was already more than clear.
“Arceus, yes,” Corbeau kneaded and squeezed, rolling his hips forward and leaning closer, “It’s lovely…”
Philippe gasped as Corbeau’s mouth closed around his nipple, licking and sucking, saliva soaking into the fabric with every swipe of his tongue.
“Pretty thing,” he went on to the other, “All dolled up...”
Philippe writhed beneath him, blissfully overwhelmed as wet sounds floated to his ears.
Corbeau nuzzled his face between his pecs, cheeks rubbing roughly against his chest hair. His grip tightened and he squished the supple flesh against the sides of his head.
“I could stay here forever,” he sighed.
Philippe’s thundering heart melted at Corbeau’s genuine awe. He was absolute putty under his boss’s covetous touch, and he cherished every second of it.
They kept grinding slowly, Corbeau’s head stuffed like he was just fine going without air any time soon.
“Wanna fuck ‘em,” he murmured, and Philippe thought he’d misheard.
“…What?”
Corbeau lifted his head, eyes alight with lust, and he scooted up until their foreheads touched.
“I wanna fuck your tits,” he declared, crushing their lips together.
Philippe’s eyes bugged out. He thought he might faint from the rush of blood surging toward his groin—the mere idea had him so hard it was starting to hurt.
He felt like a fool for having had a single doubt about how thoroughly his boss would enjoy himself under the circumstances.
His mind wandered back to all their recent rendezvous.
Corbeau always seemed determined to show him just how deeply he was adored, doting on every plane of muscle like the facets of a precious jewel.
But perhaps he'd held back just a bit.
Lately, Philippe had started to pick up on an almost reluctant increase in attention on his chest, as if Corbeau wasn’t sure it was welcomed.
Despite Philippe’s confidence in his strength, it was pretty tough not to be self-conscious when most everyone around him was thin, leaving him sticking out like a sore thumb.
Corbeau was tactful enough to pick up on his insecurities and navigate them with grace, respectful of whether or not his actions might reinforce them—in or out of the bedroom.
As far as he was concerned, though, his boss could do whatever his heart desired.
Seems they’d both worried that this kind of thing might be a step too far for completely opposite reasons.
Maybe, in the back of his mind, Philippe had known this would be the perfect way to grant Corbeau express permission. To show him that he wanted to be celebrated, that nothing was off-limits, that his entire being was a canvas on which Corbeau could paint his love and affection.
Their tongues intertwined and Corbeau continued to fondle him roughly, pinching and prodding before he skirted his fingers around Philippe’s sides.
He leaned back just enough to ask,
“You want to take this off?”
Philippe thought about it for a moment. He knew Corbeau would be happy either way. It was sweet to give him the option, he appreciated the consideration, but if he was really honest with himself…
“No.”
Corbeau grinned wickedly against his mouth.
“Good boy.”
He eagerly shimmied his lower half forward until he was almost folded completely with their lips still locked together.
When Corbeau pulled away and straightened his back, Philippe was greeted with the lewd sight of his leaking cock bumping the elastic between his pecs.
His hips worked their way closer and closer and the tension in the air grew thick, not unlike the feverish final moments before penetration.
“You ready for me?” Corbeau asked.
Philippe couldn’t find the words, so he nodded.
Crudely, Corbeau spat into his open palm, slicking himself up even more than he already had.
He tugged on the elastic with his thumb, exhaling loudly as he breached the cleft of Philippe’s chest.
He had no reason to hold back. It wasn’t as though he could hurt Philippe like he might if he were too rough in other places. And yet, Corbeau still took his time. He moaned as he crept forward, slowly enveloped.
Philippe was captivated by his expressions and sounds, the feeling of a solid cock against his furiously beating heart, carving space for itself.
Corbeau rutted shallowly for a minute before his hips snapped forward and he buried himself balls deep.
His head hung and his legs shook fiercely, like it was the first time he’d ever stuck his dick in something. The intense pleasure he felt was palpable, and it was unbelievably gratifying to have discovered a new way to make him feel so good.
Philippe’s eyes flicked down to his chest, marveling at the close proximity of Corbeau’s tip. It was pink and glistening, and his face splashed with heat as he felt the urge to measure its distance away with his tongue.
His cock throbbed angrily in his panties and he reached over Corbeau’s thigh to stroke himself.
To his surprise, he immediately felt nails biting into his arm.
“Wait…” Corbeau told him, “Please. I want to be the one to make you come.”
Philippe chewed his lip.
As frustrating as it was, he could never deny the fact that he loved following orders from this man. He also happened to know from experience that his patience would be rewarded handsomely.
“Can you wait for me, baby?”
Another arrow through the heart. He was weak to resist. Not that he would, anyway.
Like a good subordinate, his hand darted away onto the sheets, and he clenched the silk between his fingers.
Corbeau’s grip returned to his chest tenfold, bracing tight and holding himself up so he had some room to work with.
Though it worsened his plight, Philippe stole a glance again as Corbeau’s hips slid back, breathing deeply before he finally started thrusting properly.
He set a modest pace, and the gentle, rhythmic slap of their skin rang in tandem with the creak of the mattress.
“Fuck,” Corbeau cried weakly, eyes fluttering closed.
The visual was captivating, cock reappearing over and over right in front of Philippe’s mouth, framed by the exquisite black lace. The push and pull proved pleasurable in its own right despite the agonizing lack of direct stimulation.
Corbeau looked so erotic looming above him, slackjawed, hot breath ghosting over Philippe’s face as he moaned.
Ever so slightly, Philippe brought his arms closer to his body until they began to press against the sides of his pecs, forcing them even closer together.
Nails dug into him again as Corbeau squeezed, increasing the pressure even more and bucking his hips faster.
“Shit…there isn’t an inch of your body that doesn’t feel good, is there?”
He tipped his head up, and Philippe could’ve sworn he saw a single shiny speck of drool on the edge of his lips before he licked it away. The man was feral, and Philippe began to doubt his ability to wait.
Corbeau’s palms were flush against his hard nipples, lace rough in all the right ways. Combined with the entire scene, he hardly stood a chance.
Philippe squeezed his eyes shut as he lost control of his voice. Soon, he started to sound just like Corbeau did. His strong fingers tore helplessly at the bedsheets, to the point where he worried they might rip.
“So cute…” Corbeau went on, “Too bad I’m gonna mess up your pretty face.”
Philippe whined pathetically.
“Oh, you want that, huh?” Corbeau sped up, one of his sweaty palms slipping away.
Philippe felt a tap on his chin and he opened his eyes, struggling to catch his breath as fiery golden irises bore down on him.
“Tell me you want it.”
‘Want’ didn’t even scratch the surface. But he wasn’t feeling particularly poetic, and that wasn’t what was asked of him, anyway. The demand was simple, carnal—his favorite kind. And he was nothing if not reliable.
He didn’t have to think twice. He looked his boss dead in his eyes.
“I want it.”
It was wonderful to admit it, to watch the impact of his words. He’d say it as many times as he needed to.
Corbeau tugged on his jaw and Philippe was more than happy to open up. He looked down again to see the action, and his tongue was lolling out before he could stop himself.
If he stuck it out just a little further…
There.
“Oh—!”
Corbeau’s eyes were glued to his tongue in an instant.
“Mm, you want it that bad?”
Bitter precum started smearing on Philippe’s tongue with every thrust, and he felt his mind going blank. The only remaining impulse left was to see his boss to completion. To taste it for himself.
“What a dirty boy…I'm gonna give it to you real soon.”
His hand rejoined the other back on Philippe’s chest, leveraging his hold as his movements grew frantic. His face twisted up the way it did when he was close, brows pitching upward, eyes rolling back.
The octave of his voice rose higher and higher, and Philippe couldn’t wait to take everything he had to give.
Corbeau started to shake, hips stuttering.
“I’m coming—!”
The force of his orgasm sent him reeling. His loud cries of ecstasy were beautiful music to Philippe’s ears as he bottomed out, throbbing hard as thick ropes of his seed shot against Philippe’s tongue, into his mouth and onto his face.
Its wet warmth made him shudder, abdominal muscles clenching tight as he miraculously managed to keep himself from tipping over the edge.
Corbeau’s arms trembled, weak whimpers capping off his high. After a moment, he regained his composure enough to open up his eyes and study his work.
It dripped down Philippe’s cheek as he swallowed what he’d managed to catch. He dragged his thumb through it and brought it to his lips automatically, making Corbeau groan.
Philippe pleaded with his eyes, doing his damnedest to convey his desperate need without having to beg for it directly.
Please, I was so good for you. I need you.
Corbeau returned his gaze with a fond, satisfied smile. He was clearly so happy to have marked his territory, and ready to return the favor.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
He withdrew his dick from between Philippe’s pecs and began to slink his way down, over the swell of his stomach.
Philippe gasped when he felt his panties lifting away, the slick lace clinging to his skin before his cock was freed. He didn’t miss the way Corbeau’s pupils dilated as Philippe twitched pitifully, ready to burst.
Then, Corbeau lifted himself up and assumed the position to take Philippe inside, catching him completely off guard.
His pulse skyrocketed, and he was just about to speak up when Corbeau winked at him playfully.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I had a little fun while I waited for you.”
Oh. Philippe definitely hadn’t expected that. Guess it was a good thing he got caught up in his reflection back home, then.
Apparently, while he was busy working out the logistics of his new lingerie, his boss was here playing with his ass…
What exactly had he been thinking about? Was he hoping he’d get fucked right away? He must have felt so empty this entire time…
Philippe must have really thrown him for a loop when he showed up in a bra of all things.
Did he use his fingers? How many? Or perhaps he used a toy…how big was it? Philippe wasn’t sure he’d seen the entire collection just yet…
His head swam with incredible imagery, but Corbeau brought him right back to reality when he started to lower his hips.
Pliant and lubed up, he took in the tip with little effort and sank down until he was fully seated.
“Mmph—!”
Philippe threw his head back against the pillow, biting his lips to stifle a scream. Boss always felt like heaven, but fresh off a mind-blowing orgasm, his inner walls were still convulsing like crazy.
There was no way Philippe could just lay back and take it.
He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Corbeau’s slim waist, yanking him down and holding tight as he started fucking him hard and fast.
His body went limp, startled cries ripped from his lungs as he was pounded relentlessly.
Philippe growled in his ear.
“Not gonna last.”
Corbeau buried his face back in Philippe’s chest—his new favorite place. It seemed, for once, he’d run out of things to say. No witty comebacks, no more dirty talk. Just a tight hole begging to be filled up.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute before Philippe felt his balls drawing up again. The tension in his guts wound tighter, and his biceps flexed around his lover’s body as he thrust as deep as he could possibly reach.
Corbeau moaned loud as Philippe spilled inside of him, the violent shake of the bed silenced at once.
He grunted through it, stars dancing behind his eyelids as he quivered under the pressure of his long-awaited euphoria. He felt like he might float away if Corbeau’s crushing grip on his cock wasn’t there to ground him.
Philippe’s heart hammered against Corbeau’s face, each pump a bid to spell out the love he could never quite put into words.
He always took his time to drink these moments in, to lose himself in the tangle of their limbs, the melding of their flesh. When neither of them could quite tell where one ended and the other began, like it would take divine intervention to pry them apart.
As Philippe came back down to earth, he felt Corbeau turn his head and press an ear to his heart.
Philippe forced his tired eyes open and ran his fingers through Corbeau’s purple tresses, sighing deeply.
Corbeau picked his head up. He ran his finger along the frilly edge of the bra.
“Where did you get this?”
Philippe blinked, brain sluggish as he opened his mouth to answer.
“—I’ll buy them in every color,” Corbeau went on, “…Express shipping.”
It took a moment to process his words, but once he did, all Philippe could do was laugh. Corbeau’s head bounced on his chest with each hearty chuckle, and his lips curled into the cutest little smile.
“I’m serious!” he said.
“I know.”
Philippe couldn’t believe this guy. He hadn’t even pulled out yet.
“…I’ll send you the link.”