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Walking down the already silent corridor, Fenrir stretches his arms over his head, muscles sore after keeping the position for too long. He really outdid himself today, to the point of working overtime. Just a quick visit by his boss's room in order to report and then he is going home. Or maybe he could also drop by the shooting range on his way home? It's his personal favorite way to rewind, and sometimes Ray would tag along. The guy needs some entertainment. He is always leaving the office last, after all. Perhaps going for a drink afterwards won't be so bad, too.
Reaching the tall mahogany doors of Ray's office, Fenrir's attention is caught by a sign hanging on the handle. It says "Do Not Disturb."
A wide grin soon blooms on Fenrir's beautiful features, his magenta eyes sparkling with mischief. He enters confidently.
The first thing his eyes lay upon, is you - your disheveled hair, eyes shut tightly and mouth open under the merciless impact of Ray thrusting himself into you from behind. You're so damn pretty to him like that - bent over the desk, wrists tied together in a silk white tie behind your back, ass arched in the air as Ray fucks you on his desk.
"Knock-knock." Fenrir says, mockingly, announcing his presence.
Of course Ray has noticed right away, so instead of being surprised, his reaction holds more irritation than anything - still leaning over like that, he lets out a sigh which blows an emission of air strong enough to make the hair on the base of his forehead sway upwards. He shoots Fenrir a glare.
"Don't tell me you cannot read…"
Your reaction, in sharp contrast to the one of the man above you, is positive. There is shame too, lingering somewhere under the surface of that enthusiasm, but it has already been fucked away by Ray.
"Oh, hi Fen!"
Ray gives you a sharp thrust, his cock reaching unbelievably deep inside you, robbing you of your coherent speech and leaving you only babbling pleas at him between the moans. You feel someone's thumb contouring your lower lip, and you raise your head to see Fenrir looming over you.
"Aren't you pretty… One look at you and I'm already so hard."
Ray ceases his pace, burying himself inside you to the hilt just to mess with Fenrir's flirting. The gesture immediately makes you whimper, hips wiggling against him in an attempt to keep the friction going, head turning left and right from the maddening sensation.
"Aw Ray, don't be so harsh to her…"
"You seem to be forgetting who is the boss here."
Ray has had enough. He pulls out of you, leaving you whimpering far more than under the merciless stillness he punished you with earlier. Your pussy clenches against nothing by the sheer anticipation of what is to come. What would he want to do next with you? Would you get to be fucked nice and good after all or you're not deserving of such kind treatment?
Ray drops his weight at his office chair, relaxing his body backwards with arms propped on the armrests. He kicks the floor in order to send the chair rolling on its wheels until he is a good distance away from your trembling form.
As if to answer both bewildered gazes directed his way, Ray nods his head.
"Go ahead, fuck her. Since you know better."
Fenrir's expression gradually changes, sucking on his bottom lip. He snorts briefly, taking lazy, unhurried steps towards the desk.
"As you say, boss."
Generally speaking, Ray doesn’t like being addressed that way. The fact that he brought it up himself this time, however, with the need of a reminder as to who is the boss here, speaks enough of the game he wants to play. Not being the one to order around when it's not necessary, Ray would try to hide the pinprick of satisfaction that comes with showing dominance. That's why you and Fenrir would make the best out of it tonight and try to bring it to light.
Coming from a wealthy family, and more than that, being by Ray's side ever since so long ago, before the establishment of Black Army Group and all the way back to their highschool days, it comes by no surprise that Ray dislikes the difference in their rankings. For one, he has offered Fenrir a higher position many times, shares of the company, and he could wish for - yet Fenrir wants to hear none of that. Ray keeps receiving the same thing in response - You're a good boss, Ray. And Ray respects his wish, knowing better than to push him into something against his will. Aside from doing his best to be a good friend, for the sake of the thing he keeps on hearing, he has to try his best to be a good boss too, right?
He is not sure if this sort of roleplay has a place in that, but he is down for it. You and Fenrir would be the end of him, he swears, thanking again whichever power in the universe brought you by his side so he can now call himself your lover now, along with Fenrir.
There is barely room for any more rational thoughts like that in his head with the sight of you, soft mouth hanging open.
Ray must've noticed where you were looking because he makes a comment under his nose.
"We'll have a word about appropriate dress code at the workplace later…"
Fenrir smirks, sliding a hand down his (very) exposed chest, for emphasis.
"Is that too much?" He undoes one more button because he is cocky like that. His abs are in perfect view from your low position, even if for short, as Fenrir puts an end to his distractions and moves fully behind you, puts his hands on you instead.
Puts his hands is the soft way of saying it. The good grip he gets on your ass comes as a little bit of shock, but you like it.
"Awwww, you poor thing. Look what Ray did to you…"
Fenrir's fingers are so delicate as they trace the back of your thigh, slick with juices that belong to both you and Ray. Your boss has already finished inside you once and was on his way to give you another warm portion of cum when Fenrir interrupted the two of you…but you have a feeling you won't be staying empty for long.
What Fenrir referred to, actually, seems to be your hands, still tied with the white necktie. Fenrir hooks a finger into the tight knot and undoes it easily, loving your sigh of relief as you bring your hands next to your head at last. In the meantime Fenrir deals with his belt and pants, and you notice that he surely didn't lie back when he said the sight of you made him hard.
"Fen…hurry up…put it in…"
You don't have to beg twice as Fenrir's cock slides home into you. The excessive wetness that Ray generously made out of your hole only makes it easier for him to thrust inside and he groans, caught unprepared for the stimulation.
That's exactly what you waited for, hands now free to aid you in your mischief, you prop yourself up on one hand and wrap the other one around Fenrir's neck. Your tongue sweeps across his lips, prying them open along with a groan of his, as you rock your bottom against him easily with the new position.
"That's exactly why I needed to tie her hands." Ray says, now sunk further down his office chair as he watches the show closely. You glance at him and he is lazily stroking his cock, still glistening with the remembrance of being buried in your pussy.
If Ray wasn't making you clench deep inside by being such a hot sight, you'd have the nerve to be mad at him. You were begging for a release before Fenrir entered the office and even now he is still looking smug, having the upper hand without even touching you…
You start moaning harder, chanting Fenrir's name over and over, caressing his face, fisting his hair, as if he is the only other person in the world for you right now.
Ray's brow twitches, cock swelling further at the docile noises spilling past your well-kissed lips. If you're extravagating your moans in order to rile him up, fuck it, it's working and he can't do anything about that.
Fenrir gets into it as well, mumbling dirty but soothing praises at you, telling you to be good and he'll make you cum good. He thrusts in you time and time again, wet noises filling the whole office, as he warns you about being pretty close as well.
Both you and Fenrir can hear Ray's low grunts, muffled at the back of his hand, and two pairs of eyes look at him to see him stroking his cock fast now, almost in tandem with your speed.
Of course you two love Ray way too much to leave him like that.
Fenrir changes his grip on your body, hands hooking under your arms as you trust him completely to handle you, lift you off the desk and lay your upper half across Ray's lap - and the latter just produces something between a surprised noise and a groan as you look at his face innocently.
"Hey there, Ray."
Ray cards his fingers through his hair, unable to take his eyes away from you as you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking softly. His hand is still grasping around his base, he pumps what you can't take into your mouth, and he groans again. He is careful with you, minding the harsh speed of thrusts coming from your back as Fenrir relentlessly chases after his own release.
Being sandwiched between your two lovers can get you cumming before them on any day - so it's some sort of miracle how everything falls in place perfectly at the same time: First you hear Ray's moan, the hot currents of cum shooting against the roof of your mouth abundantly, sending you into orgasm almost on the spot. The way Fenrir drives his hips all the way to the hilt inside you, pace shattering as he groans out your name between curses, giving you another sharp thrust, and another, and another, each adding to the warm fullness inside you. Your orgasm is prolonged through both their culminations, taking you to highs you didn't know existed - before you met these two, that's it. You'd be lying if you say that each time with them isn't like that, even if they have something new in store for you all the time…
You feel as if in liquid state as you let your limbs fall limp all across ray, being carefully seated across his lap. He caresses you soothingly, brushing your hair to the side and kissing your nape softly. You start to feel sleepy and you place tiny kisses all over him too, before relaxing your head on his shoulder.
Fenrir is done cleaning up for all of you soon, and he almost wants to test the strength of the office chair by joining the cozy hug. Instead, he smiles to his own thought that he just had, impatient to share it with you.
"Man, now I'm even hungrier than before. Why don't we grab some takeout and go to Ray's place?"
"Yay! Oh, oh, my turn to choose the cuisine!"
"Hey you two, don't just make plans like that without me…"
You meet Fenrir's eyes, imagining that the playfulness in yours just mirrors his perfectly. You echo in one voice:
"Sorry, boss!"