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If you asked Tamsy how he ended up in this position, scalp straining against his hair being pulled back, hands scrambling for purchase on the massive wooden desk he was currently driven against over and over again, he’d probably tell you it all went according to plan.
He was fully aware of the agitation simmering beneath Arkha’s skin when he made his way to his office that day. For the past few days the boss had been visibly restless and if you looked close enough, you could probably see steam coming out of his ears. Tamsy was, for once, not Arkha’s main source of stress but he decided to insert himself into the collection of problems anyways.
He was wired like that, provocation served his purpose, whether that was in the grand scheme of his goals or on a more personal level. They had an arrangement, if you could call it that, that had somehow come into existence some time ago. It was something that just happened, it went unspoken and Tamsy didn’t even remember how it got to that point. Not that he was complaining, even the most goal-driven people needed release sometimes, ulterior motives be damned. It was a solid give and take, they hardly ever turned each other down and Tamsy knew where provocation would get him.
Which is exactly why he didn’t even bother knocking when he barged into Arkha’s office unannounced, hair purposefully undone, falling freely down his back. He knew what it did to the other man, how it made him seem more vulnerable, more sensual, perhaps even more trusting.
The boss was standing at the window, back facing the door, his whole body tensed. He greeted Tamsy without turning his head, after all he was the only one that dared to enter without knocking. Said person made his way over to the window, crossing the room in slow but large steps, dumping his jacket on the sofa’s armrest along the way. He stopped right behind Arkha, snaking a cold hand up his stomach, settling right below his chest. He hooked his chin on his shoulder, breath fanning over the brunette’s pierced ear.
“What’s got you so hot and bothered?”
Arkha sighed heavily before turning around to stare Tamsy down. His hand had moved simultaneously, now gripping the blond’s chin quite roughly, a gloved thumb resting on his bottom lip.
“Nothing I’d want to discuss previously but now that you’re here, I think you know the answer.”
Tamsy’s eyes glinted mischievously and he bit down on the piece of fabric covering the other’s hand, allowing it to slide right off when the hand left his face to move lower. The glove was still dangling from Tamsy’s mouth when Arkha began pushing him backwards, leading him with a hand at his hip, thumb already dipping beneath his waistband.
After only a few steps Tamsy’s thighs hit the table behind him, glove finally falling to the floor through the decreasing space between them. Tamsy’s moved to stabilise himself on the desk, foot kicking out to push the chair next to them out of the way, all the while his eyes never left Arkha’s. The latter began crowding him against the solid wood, hands still pushing down on his hips as he crashed their lips together in a searing kiss, Tamsy’s mouth opening immediately, eagerly meeting Arkha’s tongue with his own.
The brunette’s thumbs pressed down on Tamsy’s lower abdomen, making him groan appreciatively, the favour getting returned in the form of the blond’s lips latching onto the sensitive spot where his jaw met his ear, lightly sucking, tongue teasing the skin. His hands moved lower, making quick work of Tamsy’s pants before gripping his now bare thighs and hoisting him onto the table, the movement making his own jacket fall off his shoulders.
Tamsy’s hands, now no longer required for holding his balance, immediately came up to rest around the brunettes neck, fingers tracing the tattoo on the back of his head. He thought he felt it twitch, he knew it moved but its actual functionality was beyond him.
He heard a drawer open to his left, already knowing what the compartment contained. This wasn’t the first time things got heated between them in Arkha’s office, nor was it rare. He moved to lean back a bit, giving the other access should he want to move things along but to his surprise he was pulled off the table and flipped around in one swift motion, the back of his head now resting against Arkha’s broad chest, now only still covered by that skintight turtleneck of his.
So it was that bad, huh?
He felt a hand caress his waist, sliding lower and lower, moving closer to where his oh so cold body felt the most heat, where his erection was already straining against his boxers. But Arkha defied his expectations once more, gripping his inner thigh, teasing the skin next to his groin through the fabric of his boxers, lips ghosting over his throat. He let out a content sigh at the still gentle sensory overload because he knew it wouldn’t stay that way much longer. Tamsy started grinding his ass against the others groin, able to feel his rock hard dick even through the other’s cleaner pants. He was trying to speed things along, eager to get to the next part, eager to be filled, pushed to his limits.
And soon enough Arkha pushed him forward, bending him over the heavy desk in front of them, hand tugging Tamsy’s boxers down, lubed up fingers moving to prod at his entrance. Tamsy whipped his head back, levelling Arkha with a look over his shoulder, “No need, I’m already prepped.”
The brunette huffed out a laugh, “Should’ve expected that, what with the way you barged in here.”
Tamsy grinned at that, smile widening even further when he felt a hand come down on his ass, not too hard, not too light. He bent his head, hair falling around his face like a veil and listened to the sound of Arkha’s belt being undone. He was still wearing his button-up, thin fabric ghosting across his chest whenever he moved the right way. The sensation was maddening and Tamsy was painfully hard now, jerking when he felt cold liquid drip onto his entrance.
He looked back at Arkha stroking his member before watching him line himself up, lips slightly parted as he met the other’s eyes. When he pushes in, a whimper leaves his lips, Arkha stopping at the sound.
“Are you sure you’re prepped enough?”, he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
“Mhm. It’s fine, I want to feel you stretching me like this.”, he pouted. He had only used two fingers, his own slimmer than Arkha’s when he prepped himself earlier, desperate to feel the stretch of Arkha’s dick spearing him open. Another chuckle left Arkha’s lips as the other massaged the cheek he hit earlier.
Leaning down, he whispered against Tamsy’s ear, “Needy…”, before sliding in all the way, groaning when he bottomed out.
“God I love it when you’re this tight.”, he bit out before he started moving, slowly at first but rough nonetheless. Tamsy’s hands came up to stretch above his head, seeking to grasp the edge of the table but when he thought he reached it, he was jostled from a particularly hard thrust shoving him up the surface. A high pitched moan was punched out of him, almost acting as the starting signal for Arkha to speed up. The brunette drove into him hard, painfully knocking his hips into the table over and over, a cacophony of moans and whimpers spilling from his lips.
When he managed to find his grip on the edge, he held on, back arching to push his hips back against Arkha who groaned at the sight. A hand came down on his spine, pressing him further into the table. If the wooden structure beneath him had been any less solid, it’d already have crumbled under the force of Arkha’s thrusts shoving Tamsy against it over and over. His dick was constantly getting pressed against the edge, almost painfully so, but the pressure of it brought short bursts of relief, a sob ringing out in the room otherwise filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin. He felt Arkha gather his hair up into one fist and pull, lifting his head off the table, aligning his sight with the door.
“The door’s not locked.”, he stuttered out between heavy breaths, unable to fully close his mouth.
Arkha licked his lips, pulling his hair harder, forcing his head back even further, impossibly deepening his arch.
“So?”, he could hear the grin in Arkha’s voice, now closer to his ear. The other man had bent down to connect their lips in an uncomfortable angle, allowing them to breathe moans into each other’s mouths, spit running down chins. “No one dares to barge in here without knocking other than you,” Arkha whispered, then leaned back again, “and if they did right now, they’d get to see where that could land them.”
The last part made a slight tinge of jealousy flare up in the pit of Tamsy’s stomach. He clenched around Arkha’s cock, eliciting a soft groan from the man, both of them savouring the drag against his walls even more.
The lamp on the table shook slightly, a stack of papers fluttering to the ground when Arkha increased the intensity of his thrusts once more, now fully pounding into Tamsy, balls smacking against his skin. Tamsy was pretty sure he was leaking all over the floor at this point, so aroused he couldn’t bear it anymore. Despite his death grip on the edge of the table, he was still getting shoved across the polished wood beneath him, the soft fabric of his shirt driving him mad every time it grazed his chest. His head was starting to get fuzzy, eyes threatening to fall shut at any moment now. He was close, so close.
Arkha’s thrusts started getting erratic, still trying to keep up the pace, he cursed as Tamsy began chanting his name below him. The brunette let go of his hair, gripping the other cheeks and pulling, watching his dick disappear into that tight heat over and over again.
“I’m close.”, he grit out, panting heavily, exhaustion starting to set in.
“Then give it all to me, Boss.”, Tamsy’s melodious voice reached his ears muffled, as if far away. He felt the tension rapidly building in his stomach so he pulled out at the last second, spilling all over Tamsy’s back, cum pooling in the dimples gracing his spine, some landing on his bunched up shirt.
Tamsy mewled at the feeling of the liquid hitting his skin, the dam bursting as soon as the first drop landed, his own cum splattering all over the floor. He dropped his head onto the table, knees buckling and threatening to give out but Arkha caught him, wrapping an arm around his stomach. He pulled him up against his chest, a soft tissue in his other hand cleaning them up.
He pulled the discarded chair back into its original position, sitting down in it, Tamsy following onto his lap. The blonde rested his head back against Arkha’s shoulder, eyes closed, “Wow, you were more pent up than I thought.”, he smiled. Arkha hummed, “We need to stop doing this in my office.”
At that Tamsy cracked open an eye, glancing up at him, “Oh please. You love the thrill just as much as I do.”
And maybe he did, the thrill of fucking in his office was nothing compared to the thrill of doing it with Tamsy after all.