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Inoo Kei that morning didn't think any of it would happen. Inoo Kei that morning came to work thinking it would just be another day with his favorite coworker - especially then that they are assigned to complete the same task.
Inoo Kei that morning had no fucking idea and would've laughed if he ever heard an insinuation of it happening.
Because Takaki Yuya was a straight fucking man in a decade-long relationship.
They were 18 when they got together, for fuck's sake!
"You're back!" Takaki smiled when he entered the room and immediately felt the tension of whatever they did just an hour ago. "I was starting to worry that you bailed on me right in the middle of a difficult task,"
"I'm not Nakajima," he snorted and rolled his eyes, walking to the seat next to the other man. "What did I miss?"
He didn't think it would escalate to any degree at all. Yuya is this nice guy who talks as if his girlfriend is his entire world. He has pictures of her in his cubicle and he talks about her a lot so imagine his surprise when -
"Not much," Yuya shrugged, lazily pressing a key and waking up the screen to show that the thing is still doing what it's supposed to do. "Kinda boring, actually."
"You're only saying that now but wait till you have to explain this to the clients," Kei chuckled, trying his best to not be distracted by the whisper of hair on Yuya's chin. "It gets worse."
"You'll be there, right?" the man asked, inching closer. "When I eventually have to present this?" he continued, his scent making Kei a little lightheaded.
This man was just choking him earlier and breathing into his ear and getting everything that can get hard, harder than it has ever been.
If he had a pussy, he would've been soaking wet.
"Of course," Kei nodded, trying his best not to show just how affected he was by the proximity. "I got you, man."
"That wasn't what you called me earlier," Yuya murmured and Kei swallowed.
Oh, he definitely called him something else earlier.
He called him multiple names until one made Yuya hiss and moan so loud that Kei's eyes rolled a bit back. It wasn't a sound he expected from him but he enjoyed hearing nonetheless.
Yes, he enjoyed that sound a lot. Too much, actually.
"Come on, Yuya," Inoo nervously laughed and shifted a little. He didn't think things this far. "Let it go."
"Call me 'that' again," the man murmured loud enough for Kei to hear and appreciate just how deep his voice goes.
"Only if you cut the circulation off to my brain," Inoo joked and realized a little too late what that could imply in the conversation they are currently having. "I'm kidding," he tried but too late because Yuya was already moving his chair close enough that he easily got to wrap his fingers around Kei's neck.
"Like this?" Yuya whispered. "You like this?"
"Yes," the other man could only breathe and close his eyes, feeling the pleasure of being lightheaded.
"Yes, what?"
"Yuya - "
"Uh-uh," Takaki interrupted and tightened his grip around Kei's neck but still careful not to cut his air supply. "Yes, what?"
"Sir - "
"Try again, Kitty," the man grumbled this time and pressed harder, this time definitely sending Kei's eyes to the back of his head, the moan he let out a little too loud. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Daddy," Kei almost sobbed and moaned when the blood rushed back to his head.
"There you go," Takaki smiled. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Fuck you," Inoo choked and glared when Takaki only grinned.
"Sure. Now?" he asked and Kei could only try to work out how they got there.