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Hangaki Takemichi is twenty-two years old and an average student with ordinary dreams and moderate greediness. That’s why he often wonders how he managed to get an internship on one of the biggest—if not the biggest—corporations in Japan.
“Good, I like that,” Sano Manjirou or Mikey, as his most trusted circle calls him, says above him. Takemichi knows he’s supposed to be replying to Draken, his right hand, but the hand petting his head is enough to realize that the words are also directed to him. “Continue.”
And so, Takemichi does. He swallows Mikey’s cock with an ease that wasn’t there a month ago, unlike the gut-clenching fear that has remained the same since these activities started. Dealing with it, Takemichi has found out, is infinite times easier than managing the CEO’s lust.
So far, Takemichi’s learned almost every corner of the building thanks to the ‘special tasks’ Mikey gives him. A handjob in the CEO’s office, a quick fuck in the bathroom stall, and currently, a blowjob in the conference room in the middle of Mikey’s monthly reunion with the upper management.
Takemichi remembers everything starting with a pinch in his ass and a wink. Then, somewhere in the middle, everything gets blurry, softened by Mikey’s charisma, and ends with Takemichi having no willpower to deny the most powerful businessman in Japan.
That’s how he finds himself pleasing him under the table; adrenaline and fear combining in a concoction that is as stimulating as it is arousing.
“Mikey, put attention,” Draken groans.
“I am Kenchin,” Mikey replies with a smile, trying to sound nonchalant and unbothered. He looks to his right, just where Draken is, then sends a small, subtle look toward Takemichi.
Takemichi can’t help it and smiles. It’s not every day that Mikey’s focus is swayed; even while doing something like this, he always stays in control. Either Takemichi is doing a very good job or the nervousness to be caught has gotten into him.
The small, vindictive part of Takemichi outweighs his caution. He takes a deep breath and then swallows Mikey’s cock up to the base. He can feel the tip touching the back of his throat and for a moment he stays there, fighting back the impulse to gag or worse cough.
Mikey jerks and disguises his groan in a fake cough.
“You okay, Mikey?” Mitsuya asks.
Mikey fixes his throat. “Yeah. Keep going with your report.” This time, he doesn’t look at Takemichi, but tugs at his hair hard enough to hurt, a chiding gesture.
Takemichi huffs and goes back up, hollowing his cheeks as he does. He lets go of Mikey’s cock with a quiet pop and breathes in deep as quietly as he can. Then, after a quick pause, he goes back down and starts bobbing his head at a quickening pace. He works on Mikey with a sense of familiarity that has been gained over time.
The business discussion above the table has grown muffled, a faraway noise that feels as if he’s underwater. Right now, Takemichi is solely focused to push Mikey to completion.
“Good,” Mikey breathes out; his tone carries a satisfied smile that Takemichi can picture clearly. “That’s good.”
Mikey’s thighs are trembling under his hands, pent up with arousal and desire to burst. Takemichi can feel him drawing close to his orgasm and gives him a little push when he grabs the base of his cock and starts pumping him in tempo with his head bobbing on it.
The hand that was petting his head stops to a halt, then grips his hair hard enough to hurt. Takemichi knows if they were in a different scenario, Mikey would have janked him by his hair to kiss him. He must be fighting back the impulse to do so.
Takemichi hears Baji asking Mikey something when the familiar hot taste of his boss explodes inside his mouth.
“Shit—” Mikey groans on top of him, hiding his face behind intertwined hands.
“Well, ‘shit’ alright. I know it’s bad but—”
“These numbers are not what we expected but they’re not that bad, Mikey.”
“Told you we should have made an alliance with—”
There’s a commotion above the table all while Takemichi calmly laps at Mikey’s softening cock. He cleans his shaft thoroughly, thumb caressing his quivering thighs as he does. When he finishes, he rests his face against Mikey’s leg as if he’s waiting for another task now that the one given has been completed.
Mikey sighs deeply, trying to compose himself, and addresses the rest of the board. It takes several minutes before they end the meeting, when they do and leave the room, Takemichi is pulled roughly on Mikey's lap.
“You… ” Mikey starts, growling as Takemichi wraps his arms around his neck. “You never… Ugh, how come you never gave me a blowjob like this before?”
He’s not mad, but the edge peeking between his words carries an annoyance that has little to do with Takemichi’s performance and more with his own reaction.
Takemichi shrugs. “Didn’t you threaten me with ‘If you don’t make me come then you won’t get a bonus this month’?”
“Cocky bitch,” Mikey clicks his tongue but there’s a smirk on his face before he pulls Takemichi down for a kiss.
“Did they notice it?” Takemichi asks, concern written all over his face.
Mikey huffs. “They never do.”
“Are you sure? I think Mitsuya-kun was—Uah!” Mikey pins Takemichi on the table, there’s a smirk on his face and arousal gathering in his crotch again.
“You talk too much,” Mikey bites him playfully on his neck and slides his hand under the button shirt Takemichi so carefully had tucked into his pants.
The sudden vibration on top of the table jolts Takemichi to push Mikey away. He looks like a scared cat who is ready to bolt out the door.
“Relax is just my phone,” Mikey says as he reads the message he received and types back a response. “Okay, where were we?”
“Shouldn’t you—we go back to work?”
“You’re given another task just now Takemitchy. Make your boss come before someone gets past that door and it’ll be out of your list.”
Takemichi sighs with that fond exasperation that comes naturally whenever Mikey does things like those. “They’re going to notice someday.”
“They never do. Now, let’s get to work, intern…”
As Mikey kisses Takemichi and clothes get discarded on top of the table, Mikey’s message on his cellphone reads: ‘When you’ve done playing with Takemitchy tell him to finish the report I asked from him before your depraved ass pulled that shit on us!’
‘I also have work for him, Kenchin. I’ll give him back in an hour wink emoji.’