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Yuder had to wonder when he'd gotten so shameless.
If really pressed, he would immediately blame it on Kishiar. He knew it was impossible for Yuder to say no to that face of his. He also knew exactly how to get Yuder distracted within minutes, if he felt like it. It would annoy him much, much more if he weren't so willing to reciprocate when it happened.
Maybe the problem, then, really actually lied with him. After finally experiencing what it was like to openly hold Kishiar's heart in his hands — to be the sole thing those red, red eyes would turn to — maybe he'd become quite greedy.
Yes, there was no doubt about that — Yuder constantly craved Kishiar's attention and affections. There were many times that his prevailing thought was I want him to only look at me, lately.
Not that Kishiar was complaining. On the contrary, he seemed to quite appreciate how much Yuder demanded from him. Whether it was his touch, his voice, or his gaze, it didn't matter. If Kishiar could provide it, he would do so without a single ounce of hesitation. There was something quite heady about a feeling like that.
At the moment, Yuder was once again exercising the right that Kishiar had granted him. It had started as a normal briefing — Kishiar had pulled him into his lap as he always did those days, listening to Yuder report the results of the newest change to the Cavalry's training regimen. Things had been quiet in the few weeks since his and Nathan's public duel, as they were heading to Nelarn for the coronation ceremony next week. Thus, neither of them had wanted to schedule anything crazy, as they'd both be away.
Thankfully, the universe had listened to their pleas, and nothing had come up. No new cracks, no new disasters to prevent. Things were shockingly quiet, but neither of them was going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Regardless, Kishiar had held Yuder close to his chest after he'd finished giving his report, stating that he'd missed him in the few hours since they'd last seen each other.
Once, Yuder may have thought the sentiment melodramatic. Now, he couldn't help but find himself agreeing. So when they kissed, chaste and innocent, Yuder decided it wasn't enough—
And now they were here.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
It was maybe the sixth time Kishiar had asked him in the last ten minutes. Yuder fought the urge to sigh, squirming a little bit on his lap. His head was resting against his shoulder, cheek squished, but nodded his head anyway.
Kishiar was undeniably large — no matter how often they indulged, it would always surprise Yuder how full he felt. But they'd prepared him sufficiently, and it wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest. Kishiar's arms were around him tightly, running long fingers up and down his spine in between reading documents. Yuder's arms were lazily wrapped around his chest to enjoy his warmth.
And of course, inside of him was Kishiar, buried all the way to the hilt and not moving much at all.
"Yes. You can stop asking, Commander," Yuder replied, voice noticeably a bit strained.
He was the one who started it — of course he wanted to be doing this. There was nothing more he'd rather be doing, honestly. Maybe it was a tad too shameless, to be fucking in Kishiar's office during the daytime when technically speaking, anyone could knock on the door to see the Commander at any moment. The door was locked, anyway, but even if it wasn't, Yuder probably wouldn't have found it in himself to care.
Kishiar clearly didn't, either, as he'd enthusiastically opened Yuder up until his slick was sliding down his fingers and dripping onto his slacks obscenely. When he'd gently pulled Yuder down onto his cock, splitting him open, his eyes hadn't once left Yuder, drinking in his every expression and soft sound that came out of his mouth with a fervent stare.
Once they were sure Yuder had settled fully, Kishiar breathed out a sigh. "You are far too beautiful for me to ignore, you know. I really don't know how I'll be able to get anything done like this," he confessed, sounding far too put together for what they were currently doing.
That's the point, Yuder wanted to reply, but kept the thought to himself. Instead, he focused on stabilizing his breathing so he could respond properly. "Figure it out."
Kishiar chuckled, breathless and light, his fingers coming up to the hair on the nape of his neck in what was probably supposed to be a soothing motion. Instead, it just made Yuder burn even more.
However, Kishiar was a man of action as much as he was a man of flowery words, and decided to take Yuder's advice and shifted his eyes to the desk he'd forgotten about. Yuder knew most of the work left that day were menial things; replies to requests for help, invitations for events neither of them cared about, and check-ins from the other branches. None of which needed Kishiar's full, undivided attention.
This was something Yuder had thought about before, though he wouldn't admit that unless pressed. The office had never been off limits for sex — the couch itself had actually been replaced again quite recently. It wasn't the taboo of it that made him want.
It was the idea that he'd make Kishiar snap if they stayed like this.
When they were together like this, it was often Yuder completely losing himself to pleasure. Kishiar knew his body too well — knew exactly how to touch him to make all thoughts fall by the wayside. Of course, there were times when Kishiar let himself fully go in the way Yuder craved. During his rut, obviously all bets were off, but Yuder wanted that always.
He wanted all of Kishiar. Every part of him that he locked away, that he wanted to hide from the rest of the world. Those parts of Kishiar were for his eyes only, and he refused to ignore them. The times Yuder loved most were when Kishiar allowed himself to act the way he truly wanted.
While he wasn't sure if this plan would work, wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold off on his own mindlessness with Kishiar pushed deep inside him, he'd wanted to try it out. As soon as he was sure Kishiar was trying to read over the next letter in the stack, Yuder clenched on him on purpose.
Kishiar's breathless laugh was a reward in and of itself. "Oh? Is this the game we're playing? My lovely assistant is so adventurous."
Even with his body craving friction, Yuder rolled his eyes. "Commander."
He didn't say anything else. Soon enough, the sounds of scratching replies hit Yuder's ears, and he relaxed a bit more onto Kishiar. Now that they were actually doing this, it was much more comfortable than Yuder had imagined it to be. He could do this every day.
… Now there was an idea. Yuder filed that away for another time. Right then, he had a person to unravel.
While he continued to adjust to the length pushed deep inside him, he waited for Kishiar to write at least a few responses before making his next move. Kishiar, voice a bit more wrecked than he'd expected, narrated exactly what he was doing to Yuder, his left hand always on him somewhere.
"It looks like the Western branch is getting on quite well," he said. His hand had found its way into Yuder's hair, weaving his long fingers through his tresses. "They sent back reports from the updated training regimen—"
Yuder took that moment to raise himself up slightly, thighs burning. The drag of Kishiar's cock along his walls was enough to force a moan out from him. Fighting the delirium from pleasure was going to be difficult, he realized all at once. Kishiar made it so easy, even when he was the one doing the work.
He took a deep breath to try and calm his fraying nerves before slowly, slowly lowering himself all the way back down. Audibly, Kishiar sucked in a breath.
Before giving him a chance to speak, Yuder repeated the motion. The pen Kishiar had been holding dropped onto his desk, hands flying to grip Yuder's waist. Good, Yuder thought, settling back in his lap comfortably.
If the roles were reversed — if Kishiar was the one teasing Yuder — he might've reminded him to continue on with his work, or not to stop speaking on his account. Clever words came so naturally to him. Yuder didn't know what to say, or even what he should say, so he didn't say anything at all. Instead, he pressed a kiss into Kishiar's neck, where his skin was exposed above his collar.
Kishiar liked it when he left marks, didn't he? Refusing to heal them or cover them at all, despite the implications? He supposed he should leave a new one on his currently unblemished skin, then, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sinking down.
Despite his best attempt, Kishiar's hips bucked up to push his cock as far as it could possibly go as soon as Yuder bit him. "Yuder," Kishiar gasped, fingers digging into his waist almost painfully, just the way Yuder wanted. "I— you—"
He didn't reply with words at first, instead replying with a soft kiss on the newly forming bruise he'd just left. Once he felt Kishiar shudder, he allowed himself to smile. This was much more satisfying than Yuder had imagined, and Kishiar was still holding onto some semblance of control.
When it became clear Yuder wasn't going to say anything, Kishiar let out a shaky sigh, picking up the pen once more. "I have the most beautiful man on my lap, giving me all of his attention, and I'm expected to continue working? I feel like I'm doing you a terrible disservice," he said.
"It's fine. I just like being close to you."
The laugh that Kishiar let out was far more surprised than anything else. "You really don't play fair, do you. Always knowing exactly what to say to get my heart beating right out of my chest. Ah, my lovely assistant manages to outdo me every time. No wonder I've become so greedy."
True to his word, Yuder could feel his heartbeat increasing and warmth spreading over him through their bond. Still, momentarily distracted from Kishiar's cock by those words, he blinked in confusion. What was he even talking about? All he'd said was the simple truth. "I didn't say anything strange, though?"
"It's exactly because of that, actually. Haven't I told you not to provoke me?"
Yuder hummed, ignoring his confusing words instead of lingering on their meaning. After a long moment, Kishiar slowly — and with noticeable difficulty — moved his arm back to grab the pen to continue his response letter. There were quite a few more to get through, Yuder noted when he glanced at the pile, which was good. The longer they stayed like this, the better it was going to feel when they finally fucked for real.
Thus, for a little while, time passed fairly normally — the same way it would've if Yuder were simply cuddling with Kishiar while he worked. The familiar scratch of his writing, the fresh minty smell wafting over him, it was all what Yuder considered home. Kishiar's arms had long become that place for him.
Occasionally, Kishiar would press a light kiss to the crown of Yuder's head in between murmuring about what he was reading or writing back. It was a little easier by then, to have Kishiar's length sitting inside of him. He blinked at the mark he'd left on Kishiar's neck, studying the way the skin was already blooming into a beautiful shade of purple-red.
With his eyes fluttering closed once again, Yuder shifted a bit on his lap for a more comfortable position. His legs were starting to hurt with how he had them somewhat cramped and pushed against the arms of the chair. Of course, every shift felt like lightning by this point and he was suddenly desperate in his need for friction. Chasing the feeling and forgetting about his goal for a moment, Yuder moved on top of Kishiar, moving himself up and back down again with fervor and letting moans spill from his lips.
His world tilted in an instant. Papers and ink went flying off the desk as Yuder was lifted up, back slamming against the desk and Kishiar holding him down by his waist.
That was the last straw, it seemed — Yuder losing control. Kishiar pressed him tightly into the desktop, hips moving to move his cock almost entirely out of Yuder before pushing back into him with a complete lack of his usual finesse. His shirt was wrenched up and over his head and flung to who knew where in the office.
"You— you're too much," Kishiar said, breathing the words against the shell of his ear. Yuder shivered at the words, his usually eloquent speech seemingly failing him. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Yuder no longer had enough sense to reply to that with anything other than another breathless moan of his name. Kishiar bit into his ear before moving his lips down his jawline until they reached his neck. In a mirror of Yuder's earlier action, he bit into the flesh and sucked hard, making Yuder writhe underneath him.
Kishiar didn't stop for a second, his hips thrusting quickly. The friction that Yuder had craved was granted, both inside of him and on his own cock, trapped and weeping between him and Kishiar's abdomens. It didn't take long for Yuder to reach his first orgasm, the taut coil of tension that had been building under his skin finally snapping. His cum spread between them, staining Kishiar's shirt and smearing all over Yuder's bare skin.
A single orgasm wasn't nearly enough to satisfy either of them. Kishiar fucked him through it, letting him ride out the waves of pleasure crashing and consuming him. Yuder's hands flew up to grip Kishiar's hair, tugging him away from his neck and guiding him into a messy kiss.
The kiss was all teeth and tongues, Kishiar's tongue pushing inside of his mouth like a starved man and licking behind his teeth. His legs wrapped around Kishiar's waist, trying to keep him as close as possible. Despite having his cock inside of him for the better part of at least an hour, Yuder wanted more — as much as Kishiar could possibly give him. That was his only desire in that moment.
When they broke the kiss, they were both out of breath and panting, but Kishiar continued to fuck him like a man possessed. Yuder could feel himself clenching around him, feeling heat burn through his skin. He was whispering something into Yuder's skin, but he could no longer make out the words.
Kishiar's hands pushed Yuder's thighs up, then, pressed his legs into Yuder's chest and changed the angle of his thrusts. Any sanity had been fucked right out of both of them, Kishiar's pupils blown wide as he trembled on top of Yuder. The way he was snapping his hips told Yuder he was close, and despite his incoherence, he felt a smug satisfaction at getting Kishiar to lose control this much.
He was never this rough unless Yuder had really pushed him to his limits. It was a feeling he reveled in, knowing that he had all of Kishiar all to himself. Greedy didn't even begin to describe it anymore. That beautiful face, that perfect smile, those deep eyes dark with lust — Yuder wanted it more than anything he'd ever wanted in his entire life.
Even as Kishiar's hips started stuttering, his forehead resting on Yuder's shoulder as he breathed heavily, his thoughts didn't move with him, stuck on his desire. More, he wanted to say, wrapping his arms tightly around Kishiar's wide shoulders. Never enough.
When he didn't slow down even after Yuder felt him spill inside of him, coating his inside white, he knew Kishiar had heard his wordless pleas — and reflected them all the same.
"This is a bit of a mess, isn't it," Kishiar said after they'd both calmed down, back to sitting in his office chair. He was no longer inside of Yuder, but Yuder was still sitting on his lap, reminding him of a cat.
The office space was, indeed, a bit of a mess. The papers he'd been going through had been strewn everywhere, some ink spilling on the letter he'd been working on when he'd snapped. Who even knew where his pen had rolled off to? He didn't even know where his shirt had gone, or when he'd even taken it off in the first place. The fact that the windows now shone moonlight rather than the sun was enough of an indicator they'd maybe gone for a bit too long.
It was a workday, too. They were quite literally supposed to be working at that moment. Kishiar sighed, though it held no irritation at the situation. How could he, when Yuder was content and practically purring into his chest? Like a cat that got the cream, indeed.
"It's fine," Yuder said, voice hoarse and scratchy. He cleared his throat to no avail. "I'll help you clean up."
Kishiar opened his mouth to reject the offer, but then Yuder tried to stand up. His legs shook like a newborn fawn's, and Kishiar quickly pulled him back onto his lap with a laugh. "I'd rather you rest, actually. I fear I might've been a bit too—"
"No," Yuder interrupted firmly. "That was exactly what I wanted."
Of course it was. Kishiar couldn't fight the fond grin that spread on his face. "Ah, truly, I'm no match for my lovely and perfect assistant. His beauty is as great as his mind. Whatever am I to do?"
Though he couldn't see it with the way Yuder's face was buried into his chest, he knew he was rolling his eyes. "Clean us up and finish up work so we can eat."
Dinner. Right — they'd absolutely blown right past it, completely caught up in each other. That probably didn't help Yuder's recovery after such a long workout, so that was priority number one after cleaning them up. They could work while eating, though Kishiar knew he would probably be too distracted by watching Yuder enjoy the sweets he'd had Nathan pick up for him earlier that afternoon to get any real work done.
Oh well. It would be worth it, especially as he knew Yuder would find a way to keep him on track so they didn't end up going to sleep at some ridiculous hour. He was meticulous like that, despite being a chronic overworker himself. It was honestly quite adorable.
"Yes, yes," Kishiar agreed after a moment of silence, basking in the warmth in his arms. "I'll have Nathan bring our food up once we're presentable. Please don't try to clean the desk while I'm getting some towels, okay?"
The deadpan stare he got in return made him laugh. Another losing battle, it seemed. But that, too, was okay — the depth of the love he felt through their bond, even with the exasperation in his expression made Kishiar feel like he was the luckiest man in the world. Whatever he did to have someone like Yuder love him — someone who was dazzling in every sense of the word to him — he would be sure to do it a thousand times over, in every life, in hopes of getting those dark eyes to look his way again and again.