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It wasn't that Kujo Jotaro was unorganized or didn't know how to manage his time wisely. The things he needed to complete just took so much of his time, and he didn't trust anyone besides himself to get the job done. Thus, he was incredibly annoyed when his superior hired a secretary for him without his knowledge. He remembered being late to his office that day after working into the wee hours of the morning until not even the blare of his alarm could've roused him from his sleep. Bleary-eyed and sleep-deprived, he groggily showered, got dressed, drove through god-forsaken traffic, and arrived at his office door with someone he didn't recognize waiting for him with a polite and cheery, "Good morning, Professor Kujo! I'm Kakyoin Noriaki. I'm interning here at the Tokyo Bay Aquarium, and I've been hired as your personal secretary-"
"I didn't hire a secretary," he snapped, interrupting the redhead's introduction. If he weren't in such a dour mood at the time, perhaps he would've felt bad at the dejected look the boy gave him. He seemed to lose a bit of confidence after that, looking off to the side and fiddling with his hair.
"I-I know... I was hired by Professor Sakaki. He told me you were in need of-" The brunette turned and headed towards his superior's office, now knowing who was responsible for making such a decision, not even letting the shorter male finish speaking before leaving. "...assistance..."
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"I don't need a secretary," he stated after walking into the aforementioned man's workspace. A few of the assistants paused in their work at the sound of the booming voice before scrambling back to what they were doing, not wanting to get caught staring. Professor Sakaki was tall, lean, and lanky, short brown hair with a receding widow's peak and thick round spectacles. He had just been explaining something to one of his other assistants with a clipboard in hand before the other had strode in unannounced.
"Oh, but you do. This is non-negotiable. You've been quite adamant in working on everything by yourself, but you know as well as I do that without a pair of extra hands, you've been falling behind on your research. I suggest you get back to your office to introduce yourself properly. I'm sure with time, you two will become well-acquainted. Noriaki is quite enthusiastic about his work and has come with great recommendations. Now if you'll excuse me," the man finished, turning his attention back to his assistant. With that said, there was no room for argument. What's done is done. Kujo Jotaro was stuck with an assistant he didn't want. With a huff, he stormed out of his superior's office, closing the door behind him with more force than necessary, and stomped back to his own workspace. When he arrived, he spotted his secretary, a cardboard cup in hand.
"I apologize," the other started softly despite none of this being his fault. After all of the outbursts he had that morning, the brunette was starting to feel the guilt of yelling at the poor boy for no reason now that a full-bodied weariness was starting to set in. He let out a deep sigh.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. As you're probably already aware, I'm Kujo Jotaro, a marine life researcher. At the moment, I'm working at the Tokyo Bay Aquarium to help monitor the condition of some of the wildlife rescues that will be released back into the wild after recovery while also working on my own research." He held out his hand for a handshake, and the redhead's eyes went wide with surprise before switching the hand he held the cardboard cup in in order to receive it with a slight shake of his head, a smile gracing his features once more. Ever the observer, the researcher noticed how the other's lips were thin yet easily spread across his face prettily. After the brief grasp of hands, he noted that the boy's were smaller than his own, and despite the other most likely dealing with lots of papers and handiwork, had skin that was still quite soft to the touch in addition to the confidently firm handshake he had given. Giving the redhead a glance-over after pulling back, he could see how the other presented himself as someone eager and capable. If it were true that the shorter male in front of him came with high recommendations, then his work would reflect his confidence. Hopefully, the boy would be able to keep up.
"Yes, of course! I'm a big fan of your work. The pleasure is mine. I'm looking forward to working with you." As an afterthought, he added, "Oh, by the way, I made this for you while you were gone. I'm not sure how you like your coffee, but if you have any special preparation preferences, please inform me." Kakyoin held out the cardboard cup with a cheeky smile. The brunette raised an eyebrow but accepted the cup and took an experimental sip. He was thoroughly surprised it wasn't as dark as others seemed to assume he liked it, but it wasn't as sweet as he liked either. Still, it was the best first attempt anyone's had at making coffee to his liking. He held up two fingers, and when he was given a confused look, he elaborated.
"Two more sugars. I like my coffee on the sweeter side." He stepped forward toward the office door, the redhead automatically moving to the side to give him space, and he took out his key and unlocked it, allowing the both of them to step inside. "Also, be prepared to work overtime. Unfortunately for you, I have more than enough things to keep us busy for the next couple of months." He heard a thoughtful hum behind him, causing him to pause and look. And there stood the shorter male, wide lips in a conspiratory smile, eyes glinting with something akin to pride as he strode further into the room, and Jotaro didn't know why he focused on the way the other's hips swayed with the movement until he felt the briefest touch against the crook of his elbow before it slid away as the boy made his way to the office desk.
"Is that a challenge, Professor?" he asked, voice oozing with confidence that nearly bordered on arrogance as he placed his hands flat against the desk and peered over his shoulder at the older male before he observed the office space surrounding them, and Jotaro could tell he was cataloging every detail of the room. He could also see just how much the boy's back dipped and curved, how his clothes fit ever so perfectly to outline the shape of his rear, thighs, and legs. The brunette took another sip of his coffee and gave a hum of thought of his own, of course about the question presented to him and not in appreciation of the view he was given.
"If that's how you're taking it," the brunette eventually replied, not thinking at all of his choice of words. Finished with his office observation, Kakyoin straightened himself and twirled on his heels, hands folded behind him as he walked right up to the man he now directly worked under before holding his right one out to the taller male once more.
"I'll take it then," he answered smoothly with a quirky grin. "Challenge accepted." Jotaro switched the hand he was holding his coffee in and they shook on it, and he didn't dare think he was holding on for a bit longer than utterly necessary.
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To the researcher's surprise, the two of them worked exceedingly well together. After the first few days of getting the intern acquainted with his work and projects which he thought would've definitely put the boy off from working with him, the other seemed to take everything in stride. He understood things quickly and was unafraid to ask for clarification if he didn't know something or if anything was unclear. He was bold and straightforward, confident in his arguments in reworking and making corrections to the schedule Jotaro had made for himself, enough so that the brunette acquiesced with the threat of if they fell even further behind due to the changes, they'd go back to following the original plan.
Of course, that never happened, the redhead's schedule making much needed time for breaks that the taller male had always deemed unnecessary and a loss of time, yet was valuable in terms of revitalizing his mind and body in order to continue working at a good pace with quality results and without the usual fatigue he had become so familiar with. It was refreshing, being able to stop and idly watch some of the fishes in the tanks without the need to truly worry about them, eating a homemade bento made by an exasperated secretary at his side, chiding him for not taking proper care of himself with a teasing expression while the brunette fought back a smile of his own.
Eventually, they had enough time for idle chat as they worked or relaxed, learned more of each other from it, got closer, more than Jotaro knew was appropriate for their positions, but he ignored it all the same. All throughout their time of working together, Kakyoin never once asked for his own desk or chair in the office, instead opting to take up a seat on the corner of the researcher's desk as they both worked. Sometimes when he got tired of sitting on the hard surface, he'd scoot the taller male over to share the chair, and Jotaro would notice the slight tan-line peeking from the collar of the boy's shirt and the delicate curve of the other's neck.
With a few more clicks of the keyboard and a tap of the touchpad, he could see the redhead's expression light up and turn to face him with a satisfied, "Done! It's about time for our scheduled break now, wouldn't you say?" It was after all this time, the subtle and not-so-subtle flirting, the fleeting touches, the heart-to-hearts, the closeness, the longing expressions he kept catching the other make, it all came to a head at this moment.
"...Yeah." With his strength, he pulled the smaller male seated beside him fully onto his lap, grinding his crotch up against the other's clothed, shapely bottom, length quickly hardening from the friction. Kakyoin gasped, startled at the sudden shift of position and the feel of his employer's manhood against his ass.
"Professo-" He was cut off by the brunette's lips hungrily swallowing his cry, a hand holding his chin in place to prevent him from pulling away while the other palmed at the front of his trousers. The redhead keened as the larger male did as he pleased, tongues entwining and teeth clinking together, the intern's cock already fully hard and leaking precum at the tip, staining the front of his pants as the one he respected, admired, and crushed on touched him with such blatant desire that made his head spin and his skin pink with heated lust. He panted and gasped for breath once the taller man finally released him from the kiss until a full-throated moan escaped him as the other undid his belt and pants, shoved them and his briefs down, and gripped and stroked his bared erection.
"P-Professor!" he whimpered as he craned his head back, feeling lips and teeth kiss and nip at his neck. The boy brought up trembling hands to tangle in raven locks, Jotaro's hat falling to the floor without a care as the man continued attacking his neck, teasing him with slow pumps and squeezes of his hardened length. "Professor, please...!" he begged, tugging at the researcher's hair until he looked up, their eyes locking. "Please..." he continued, voice dropping to a whisper, hyacinth eyes glassy with frustrated tears and clouded with desire. "I want you..."
The researcher's eyes darkened at the admission, a low primal sound reverberating in his throat. "If you want me," he rumbled, volume matching the intern's yet tone so much deeper, "...then suck me off," he finished, nipping at the boy's earlobe next to his earring as he gave the redhead's cock one final stroke before relinquishing his hold, another moan erupting from the smaller male in response. After being released and processing the order, Kakyoin nodded and gave a single grind of his hips against the brunette's groin, giving the other a slow, sly, over-the-shoulder smile before sliding down to the floor onto his knees and turning around, peering up at his employer from below long lashes. He placed his palms flat on the taller male's knees and slid them up the man's thighs, inching his face closer to the other's crotch until his tongue peeked out to lap at the shape of Jotaro straining against its confines. The intern heard the other's breath hitch, felt the tremble beneath his hands, and he continued to tease the larger man with kitten licks and kisses as he undid the other's belts and pants, peeling them off until the researcher's cock sprung free.
"Oh," he gasped lightly as his eyes feasted on the sheer size. "You're so big," the smaller male praised as he gently grasped the organ in one hand, giving it an experimental pump as his other hand moved down to massage the other's scrotum, the brunette grunting and giving an involuntary thrust upward from the pleasurable sensation of finally being touched yet not receiving enough stimulation. "I can't wait to have it all inside me," he sighed, goosebumps pebbling across the researcher's skin from the hot breath tickling his cock. And then finally, those thin, wide lips kissed the sensitive tip of Jotaro's erection before slowly encasing him in the hot, wet heat of Kakyoin's oral cavern, all while making sure they kept direct eye contact. The sensation, as well as the image of the redhead so eagerly swallowing him down, had the taller male shutting his eyes and throwing his head back with a guttural moan.
After regaining his composure, he reopened his eyes and reached out a hand to his assistant to tuck the long bang framing the other's face behind his ear, only for it to slip from its place shortly after. He placed his hand to cradle the back of the shorter male's head instead, the other tightly fisted on the chair's armrest. The boy hummed around his member as the younger one's lips slid off, giving a few strokes to the base before that hot, wet mouth engulfed him again. But this time, the intern's hands were on his thighs once more, and after violet eyes flickered up at him for a brief moment, they flit closed, and suddenly, the smaller male was bobbing his head, hair and earrings swaying from the quick motion. The researcher felt the tension building in his groin as he reached further and further down Kakyoin's throat with each bob forward of the other's head, the underside of his cock constantly rubbing against the redhead's flattened tongue. The intensity increased as the shorter one started moaning around him, shooting pleasant vibrations straight to his gut. He gripped the armrest so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he lightly tugged at the back of the other's head in warning.
"Wait, I'm-" And his intern pulled back, lips still wrapped around the tip of his shaft, pausing for only a second to glance at him to convey a message which he understood immediately, his eyes widening at the realization, before the other swallowed him down until those lips pressed flush against his groin, nose buried in his pubes, choking as his engorged member hit the back of the younger one's throat. "Fuck!" Jotaro came with a cry as he lurched forward from the overwhelming sensation of his release, bending over the smaller male and gripping the other's head with both hands, forcing his intern in place as his body quivered, hips thrusting forward into the boy's upper orifice as his semen shot down the other's throat, filling the boy's mouth with what couldn't be swallowed down.
As the brunette's grip on Kakyoin's head loosened after calming down from such an intense orgasm, the assistant pulled off of his employer's member with a sputter and a cough. With a dazed look from the lack of oxygen due to the deepthroating, a possessive shudder wracked through the larger man's body seeing the state his secretary was in. Face flushed with tear-stained cheeks, reddened lips parted and panting with spit and jizz dribbling from his mouth and staining his chin, an utter mess which wildly contrasted his usual confident and put-together self, the researcher felt himself stirring to action once more.
He cradled the smaller male's face in his hands, brushed away a trail of cum and saliva from a corner of the other's lips, and he felt his arousal building when a tongue peaked out to gently lap at the pad of his thumb. He brought their mouths together in a searing kiss, tasting the saltiness of his own essence on the other's tongue. The boy shuddered and whimpered, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed down the other's chin to his neck once more, marking more bruises into the delicate skin. "Good. You're so good for me," Jotaro rumbled as he wrapped his arms around the other's torso to help him stand.
He turned the redhead around, guiding the other to bend over the work desk which the intern did so after idly shifting some of the documents to the side to not ruin them, and the action caused a feeling of endearment to wash over him. "I'll give you a reward," he murmured into the redhead's ear, causing the other to moan languidly at the praise while trailing his hands down his assistant's shoulders, back, and waist as he lowered himself onto his knees until his face was even with the other's rear. He kneaded the firm globes of muscle and used his thumbs to part them, and the taller male chuckled at the gasp he received as the other's small, pink, puckered hole became exposed. It was cute and twitching with need. Just for him.
The other's body trembled as the brunette wet his lips and dove in, giving the other's taint a long, hard lick. Kakyoin let out a startled but aroused cry, and a loud string of earnest moans continued to escape from his throat as the larger man reached around to grasp and quickly stroke his cock. At the same time, the researcher dug his face between the other's cheeks, sucking and licking the boy's tight and fluttering entrance until he poked and prodded the tip of his tongue through that first ring of muscle, finally getting a taste of his assistant's hot, wet insides. "P-Professor! I can't! I'm c-AH! Cumming...!" the shorter male choked out as he orgasmed from the overwhelming stimulation received from both his front and back sides. He whimpered from oversensitivity as Jotaro's tongue continued to explore him, the hand on his softening length milking him for every last drop of cum until he was a quivering mess.
The taller male pulled back when he felt the tension in the redhead's body dissipate, the boy's upper half laying bonelessly on the desk as he tried to catch his breath from such an intense release. When the brunette inspected his hand, it was dripping with the other's seed, and he gave it an experimental taste. It was salty just as his own but not as thick, and the thought of being the one to have made his prideful secretary cum continued to spark arousal through him. It wasn't long since his first orgasm, but he was already half-hard. He pulled open the bottom desk drawer with his clean hand and fished out a sparsely used bottle of lubricant from the far back corner. It was safer to use than oil when needed for tools and the like, especially when the safety of the animals was always a concern, but now he was grateful for having it on hand more than ever.
Standing and popping the cap open with his thumb, he used his sullied hand to grasp and pull one of Kakyoin's buttcheeks to the side and drizzled a bit of the slippery substance between, watching as the boy whimpered and shivered at the cold contact and how it tantalizingly dribbled down to his anus, perineum, and balls. The brunette poured a little bit more before he used his dirtied hand to give his half-hard cock a few strokes before slapping it onto the other's backside, the boy letting out a surprised yelp which he tried to muffle by hiding his face in his arms. He chuckled at the reaction as he rubbed the head of his dick up and down against the redhead's twitching hole teasingly. "Don't think I'm done with you just yet," he warned, having the underside of his fully hardening erection glide between the other's glutes until he was satisfied.
He then poured some lube onto his cum-stained hand, making sure his fingers were sufficiently slippery before easing the tip of his middle finger into the shorter male's tight asshole. The other grimaced and moaned at the sting, and Jotaro's finger paused as he leaned over the boy and placed kisses to the back of the younger one's neck. "Relax," he whispered encouragingly. "I'll make sure you feel good soon," he promised. When he felt the other's slight nod and the vice around his finger became more pliant, he wriggled his finger in and out, reaching deeper with each press forward. "Good," he praised. "Just like that." He removed his finger to apply more lube, adding a second finger to his administrations. It was then he searched, experimentally prodding around until suddenly, his fingers brushed against the spot which resulted in a keening noise erupting from the other's throat, shuddering hips pressing back incessantly onto his fingers to have it be touched again. With a grin, he pulled his fingers out to relubricate them once more, a dissatisfied whimper reaching his ears until he inserted three fingers instead, thrusting them in and out while purposefully avoiding what the other so desired.
The assistant lifted his head and shot a glare that lacked intimidation, eyelids fluttering prettily every time Jotaro's fingers fucked in, breathing in with quick gasps of arousal. "Stop... teasing...!" he threatened with what sounded more like a plea. The brunette spread his fingers wide one last time before pulling them out with a wet slick sound as they stared each other down. The larger man poured more lube over the other's hole before pouring some in his hand. He hissed as the cold substance came into contact with his heated cock but made sure it was generously applied before placing the bottle to the side. All the preparations were finished. It was finally time for what the both of them were waiting for. With one hand gripping the redhead's waist, he lined himself up, the tip of his penis kissing the other's prepared entrance. The anticipation was palpable between them. A beat.
"Then take it." Slowly, steadily, the researcher pressed his hips forward. Kakyoin arched back, his throat letting out a broken cry as he was breached, the nerves and muscles constricting before accommodating and accepting the impossibly large intrusion, stretching him to his limits. And yet, the brunette kept going. Deeper. Deeper still. The intern thought he couldn't feel fuller than he already was, but the man behind him wasn't stilling or pulling back, only pressing ever forward. And then, finally, the larger man's groin was pressed flush against his ass.
The shorter male trembled and took deep breaths as he did his best to relax and get used to the feeling of the other nestled inside him. He felt the shape of the larger man's member, hard, hot, and pulsing, the other's fingers digging into his skin hard enough to bruise. The other's heavy breathing was huffing onto his ear, and the assistant suddenly realized how much restraint the taller male was exhibiting to keep still as not to hurt him. The thought made him tighten, and the two groaned in unison. Turning his head, the redhead reached a hand to brush aside the sweat-laden curls adorning the other's forehead, brows furrowed, eyes clenched shut.
"Professor," he cooed, caressing the brunette's temple until the man's expression became less strained. He offered his employer a soft smile when the other's eyes revealed deep turquoise, half-lidded and dark with arousal, along with something else he couldn't name. The larger man leaned forward and the intern met him as their lips meshed together in a slow, passionate kiss. Kakyoin moaned into it, feeling the way the other's cock twitched inside him in reaction. They parted and stared at each other once more. "Professor," he started before shaking his head, caressing the other's cheek. "No... Jotaro," he corrected himself, maintaining eye contact as he covered one of Jotaro's hands with his own, inhaling sharply as he attempted to rock back against the other. "...Take me."
If he hadn't already cum once, he definitely would've at that moment hearing those words. The redhead was perfect. Looked perfect. Felt perfect. Even his flaws fell in line with his perfection. The researcher straightened from the other and pulled his hips back with a shudder, cock dragging along the shorter male's insides. He stopped when only the head of his member was all that the other's asshole was clinging to. And then he pushed forward, that velvety wet heat greedily sucking him in until his pelvis pressed flush against his assistant's rear once more. He held his position. Loved it. Reveled in it. The feel of being balls deep in his secretary until the boy's body remembered his shape. He repeated the motions. Over and over. Harder. Faster. Until the rhythmic squelch of wet skin slapping skin filled the office, coupled with the staccato of his intern's pleasured moans and chants of his name, "Ah! AH! Jotaro! Aaah!"
He fucked into the smaller man like it was his due. When he realized the other started muffling his cries by biting his sleeve, the brunette let out a sound akin to a snarl as he yanked the shorter male's wrists and folded his arms behind his back, forcing him in place as the researcher continued to pound into him from behind over the office desk like a whore meant to be used. The boy sputtered and babbled, body spasming at the new angle that allowed the larger man's cock to constantly rub against his prostate. Spurred on by the sounds and the delicious tightening of Kakyoin's hole, he attacked that spot and used his free hand to reach around to pump the redhead's member as he felt himself nearly on the precipice of orgasm. His assistant came with a broken sob of, "Jotaro!" the suffocating heat of the boy clenching around him driving Jotaro to reach his own climax, hips stuttering as he clenched his teeth and groaned, emptying himself into his intern's pliant body and painting the other's insides with his thick, hot seed.
Sweaty and fully spent, the taller male released his hold on the boy's wrists and softening length, slowly, carefully peeling him up off the desk and easing the both of them down into the chair, the both of them groaning at the shift with their bodies still connected and the brunette unwilling to disengage however uncomfortable it may start to feel. Instead, he allowed the smaller man to sit in his lap and lay against him as they steadied their breathing, calming down to let the adrenaline rush pass and for the lustful haziness of their minds to clear. With a content sigh, the larger male shifted his gaze to the younger one after feeling a light thump of the other's head against his shoulder. He was met with a tired, gentle smile and a hand held up in offering. "...Jotaro." He accepted the hand with his unsoiled one, entwining their fingers and pressing a light kiss to the boy's temple.
"Noriaki," he murmured in response, and his heart definitely didn't flutter when the other beamed. However, the expression was then replaced with a tired yet familiar conspiratory smile, and the boy's eyes flicked over to their entwined hands. Curious, he followed the other's gaze. The redhead adjusted his grip, and the face of the other's wristwatch greeted him.
"It's a good thing this is one of our longer breaks, isn't it?" Jotaro couldn't help the huff of laughter that escaped him, and he smiled down at his assistant.
"I wonder who I have to thank for that, hmm?" It was strange, really. He never needed or wanted a secretary. Even now, he still thought he would've been fine without one. But this?
He wouldn't trade Kakyoin Noriaki for anything.