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Warning:Male/male sex, PWP, graphic, language.
Birthday request for; office 1x2 sex
So, you might be wondering how I managed to have my pants and shoes off, my back sunk in my chair, my bare feel facing the ceiling, and Heero's cock pumping in and out of my ass? I was wondering the same thing. Did you know that the small container of tacky stuff, that you use to sort papers, makes lousy lube? Remind me to make a note of that, after I get the sticky notes unstuck from my ass, that is.
My office chair was soft and leather, Heero's three piece suit was still intact and only open at the zipper, his sweat kept dripping on me, and his half closed eyes were points of deep blue peeking out from under his mess of chocolate hair. We were the perfect picture of porn. My phone lights were blinking, wanting attention. Lunch was long over. I didn't even really remember why Heero had come into my office. To get a file? To ask a question? I wasn't cognitive after he leaned to point something out and I caught a whiff of his cologne... or was it aftershave? My hand had ended up wrapped around his tie and my tongue down his throat in short order after that.
Okay, this was the guy I had fought along side in the war. He had not given me hint one that he wanted to be buds afterwards, or that he even fancied a guy's ass. How we had jumped from business associates in a software firm, to boinking in my office chair, needed a point A before the Z... which is where we were at the moment.
He was enjoying my ass thoroughly, no doubt about it. Heero's hands were gripping my chair arms and he was plowing me for all he was worth, panting and grunting with every thrust of those hard as steel hips. I was spread wide, kind of hurting, but feeling 'Yahoo!Ride me!' at the same time. Guys don't think very hard when it comes to sex. Sometimes, it doesn't need any explanation. Okay, most times, especially when you're our age.
The loud slaps of our bodies coming together was really erotic. Feeling Heero's muscles bunch and release was making me wild. That smell, that man scent, was everywhere and it was really making me want to bury my nose in his neck and lounge in it.... but he was above me, making me into a pretzel and using me like a cheap blow up doll. My own cock was hard and twitching, but I didn't want a jerk off, and I ignored it as it oozed precum over my belly.
Heero finished with a hard smack into me and he groaned along with me as he ground down and released into my ass. I'd be cleaning up for awhile. That was the last thought in my head, though, as Heero pulled out, with a painful tug and some come, and sank to his knees. Perfect.
I grabbed Heero by the shoulders, grinned fiercely into his dazed face, and said, as I urged him down between my legs, "Suck it!"
I almost expected him to shove off and ignore me. He'd gotten his rocks off, after all, so why would he care about mine? But he did. He looked down and then went down on me, swallowing me without hesitation.
"Shit!" I groaned and fisted my hands in his jacket as he began sucking me. It didn't take long. I shot my load, pumping my hips and groaning loudly, as he let me leave his mouth and spurt over the carpet.
Heero's head came up, as he wiped his mouth, and we were suddenly left to stare at each other, both of us dazed, now, and my hands still fisted in his jacket. I was on the more awkward end of that, still hunched in the chair, legs still up and wide, and come leaking out of my ass. All he had to do was zip up and leave.
"Nice... nice aftershave," I tried.
Heero looked confused and then grunted, a small smile playing over his lips. "I'll have to wear it more often."
Man speak for, 'Are we gonna do this again?'
"I'd like that," I replied and smirked in return.
Maybe we didn't need a history or an explanation, or even an A to our Z, but, as Heero zipped up and went back to work, and I was left to wonder about the consequences of the tacky stuff in my ass, I thought the look in Heero's eyes had a lot more to it than just, 'I've found a good screw.' Maybe Z was more like an N and we were still getting to the Z? I really hoped so.