Work Text:
Iwa. Hajime
Hey baby
Don't be mad
I won't be able to make our lunch meeting. Something came up and I have to take a video call.
How about we meet tomorrow?
Tooru
😠
😡
I guess…
Are you skipping lunch??
Iwa. Hajime
Yes, I was planning to. I can eat once I get back home.
Tooru
That's no good!
How about I bring you a little something
I’ll make a special delivery 😜
Hajime knows that nothing he can message Tooru now will stop him from coming anyway, so he just thumbs-up reacts to the message and continues about his busy morning.
Before he knows it, his secretary is calling in and informing Hajime he has a visitor. A quick glance at the time tells him that it's likely Tooru. He waltzes into Hajime's office looking like a dream -- he always does -- and carrying take out from one of Hajime’s favorite nearby restaurants. It’s a very welcome distraction from the mountain of work Hajime suddenly found himself with earlier.
“How are you on time,” Tooru asks, setting out Hajime’s food before taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite Hajime’s desk.
“I have about 10 minutes until the meeting,” Hajime answers, opening the takeout container and beginning to dig in. Tooru watches him with a wolfish grin, and it’s at that moment Hajime realizes Tooru did not bring any food for himself. He quirks an eyebrow, silently gesturing the container towards Tooru, who simply shakes his head in response.
“Not hungry? This is around the time we would have been eating anyway.” Hajime continues eating his food, watching the time closely.
Tooru hums, putting his elbows on the desk and resting his chin on his hands. Hajime knows the look in his eyes well. Tooru wants something and he already knows he’s going to get it.
“Hmm well,” Tooru starts, his tone sweet like honey. “I actually had a taste for something else…”
“Oh? What did you want? Here, take my card and go get it.” Hajime takes out his wallet, holding one of his credit cards out to Tooru to take. Tooru waves him off, finally getting up and circling the desk until he’s standing right next to Hajime’s chair. He turns the chair so Hajime is facing him and runs a hand from his shoulder down to his hand. Hajime, understanding immediately what Tooru is doing, chuckles lowly and shakes his head, grabbing Tooru’s hand and running a thumb across his knuckles.
“Baby we don’t have the time for this right now,” Hajime reminds him, pointing at the clock on his computer. There’s only 5 minutes left until Hajime has to log on and that was not nearly enough time for how the two of them like to play. Tooru pouts, knowing that Hajime is weak to that and is less than likely to deny him.
“I know,” he whines, looking down at Hajime with pleading eyes. “I just want a taste to hold me over until tomorrow.”
“Just a taste…” Hajime repeats, contemplating what Tooru is asking. He knows doesn’t have much time to make a decision, so he decides he’ll just go for it. “I’ll tell you what. How about if you can be a good boy and keep my cock warm in the pretty little mouth of yours for my whole meeting, I’ll let you have anything you want after everyone else goes home for the day?”
The way Tooru licks his lips tells Hajime all he needs to know. He rolls back in his chair to give Tooru the space to move under his desk. Tooru makes his way under, getting settled as comfortably as he can before his hands find their way to Hajime’s lap. He undoes the belt and button on his pants with a practiced ease before pulling out Hajime’s already half hard cock. Tooru looks so good down there on his knees that Hajime can’t help but to put a hand on his cheek, his thumb rubbing a line back and forth on his bottom lip. Tooru takes the thumb in his mouth while he strokes Hajime to full hardness. It doesn’t take long, just a few passes from Tooru’s soft hand and he’s ready for the next step.
Tooru pulls off of Hajime’s thumb with a ‘pop’ and watches Hajime from under his thick eyelashes as he licks along the underside of his cock. Hajime lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Tooru reaches the tip, opens his mouth, and takes his whole cock in one swoop. Instead of coming back up like he usually would, Tooru lets the heavy cock rest on his tongue. He takes a deep breath, resting his head against Hajime’s inner thigh and closing his eyes as he savors the feeling of Hajime filling his mouth completely.
Just as Hajime runs a hand through Tooru’s hair, he hears a ping on his computer that lets him know it’s time for his meeting. He dials in, and Tooru hears a few voices he does not recognize. They quickly fade away as he tunes them out in favor of focusing on how Hajime feels in his mouth. The tip of his cock is breaching the back of his throat and every time he swallows he can feel the way Hajime responds in kind. His cock twitches at every minor movement, enticing Tooru to go further and service Hajime in earnest, but he knows he has to be good and wait.
The minutes blur together, Tooru losing track of how long he’s had Hajime in his mouth. His jaw is getting sore, but the feeling of weight on his tongue, the taste and smell of Hajime, and the sensation of Hajime continuously running a hand through his hair keep him placated enough not to care. His own erection is straining in his pants, but Tooru can’t bring himself to move and touch himself. He settles for squirming and moving his hips to wring out any bit of friction he can without removing himself from Hajime.
With his eyes still closed and the ongoing meeting tuned out, Tooru fully relaxes into his position. Before he knows it, Hajime is tapping his cheek, catching his attention before pulling Tooru off his cock. He whines at the loss, his mouth suddenly feeling empty colder.
“Good job, baby,” Hajime praises, smiling at the way Tooru looks wrecked just from having his cock in his mouth. “The meeting is over. Did you enjoy your taste?”
Tooru nods, quietly opening his mouth in an offer Hajime understands too well. Tooru has previously made it well known to him that he likes having his face fucked, and Hajime knows Tooru deserves a reward for warming his cock so well.
Without a word, Hajime roughly brings Tooru back onto his cock, hitting the back of his throat again in one thrust. Tooru’s moans are muffled, but the vibrations have Hajime tightening his grip on Tooru’s hair. Hajime pulls Tooru’s head up and down, the brutal pace leaving little room for Tooru to breathe. Hajime brings him down one last time, deeper than any other thrust as he cums down Tooru’s throat. Tooru swallows without a fuss, his eyes rolling back into his head when he feels Hajime’s cock kick up one last time before he is pulled off for good.
“Look at you, coming from having your sweet little mouth fucked,” Hajime teases. At the words, Tooru realizes he can feel his own cum cooling in his underwear. He hadn’t even noticed he came. “What do good boys who got a treat say, Tooru?”
“Thank you Daddy,” he responds, his voice hoarse. Hajime smiles at him, nodding and brushing his fingers through his messed up hair.
“You’re welcome, baby.”