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“You know sir, I think you’d look pretty charming if you let your greys grow out,” Kyle noted as he spotted John slipping out of his office door.
In return he earned a scoff and an annoyed shake of the other’s head. He tried not to smile at the response, knowing what was coming next but failing just a bit.
“Well you know, I don’t really pay much mind to it but I wouldn’t hear the fucking end of it at home if I stopped dying it. She’s so invested in appearances and it’s not enough to drive me up the wall complaining about her next freeze sculpting appointment or whatever the bloody hell it’s called, she also-,”
He’s stopped by the feeling of a hand smoothing over his shoulders before sliding under the fabric of his suit and rubbing his waist.
“You’re getting yourself worked up right before your meeting,” Kyle’s soothing voice filled his ears and stopped his thoughts in their tracks.
Soft lips ghosted over the side of his neck before pulling away just as quickly as they’d arrived. John nodded, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, something Kyle had encouraged him to start doing. It didn’t always work but he tried, for him. So, instead of ranting and bitching, he nodded and let the subject drop.
“Yeah…yeah. You’re right. Thank you Kyle.”
“It’s what I’m here for, helping you de-stress. Also, tell julie to stop getting the Coolsculpting done, I’ve seen some horror stories about it,” Kyle said as he walked back to his desk.
“We’ll see.”
“And I’ve placed a ticket to maintenance about that vent above my desk. Is it alright if I throw your name around to get it done faster? I’m freezing over here,” Kyle emphasized his words by pulling his coat tighter around his shivering shoulders.
John glanced over his shoulder and held back a smile at the sight before nodding.
“Sure, go ahead,” he said before stepping into the elevators and heading down to the conference room he’d reserved.
It was on the floor directly below his own, empty a majority of the time except for when he scheduled a meeting with shareholders or the department leads. Today it was the latter and he was pleased to see everyone in their seats when he entered the room.
“Good morning everyone.”
—
Kyle thanked the maintenance worker profusely as he stepped down from the ladder placed beside his desk, already feeling the cold ebbing away in the room.
“I swear, it’s the middle of winter and that vent has been blasting cold air all week. I appreciate you coming on such short notice.”
The worker, Alex - if the name on his tag was to be believed, smiled warmly as his feet touched the floor.
“Not a problem, I’m sorry it took so long to get it taken care of. Staffing shortage,” he grimaced softly.
Kyle nodded sympathetically.
“I’ve been there, the best day of my life was finally landing an office position. I originally started in the cafe on the first floor,” he said.
“That’s the goal for me, see I don’t mind working with my hands, but I’ve heard what the starting wage is for desk work and I’ve gotta admit…it’s tempting,” the man laughed, rubbing a shy hand behind his neck.
Kyle perked up.
“You know, my friend Farah works as a lead in the communications department. She’s been telling me they have a few open rolls to fill right now. I could give you a recommendation if you’d like,” he said, watching the other man pull the ladder away from his desk.
Alex’s head whipped up, cheeks tinted pink.
“Are you talking about Farah Karim?” he asked, voice just barely casual enough to hide his enthusiasm.
“Yeah! Do you know her?”
Alex’s cheeks tinted a deeper pink and Kyle fought back a laugh. This was interesting…
“Ah, nah. I’ve just been by her office a few times to fix a few things…she’s…she seems like a really brilliant woman.”
You look like she hung the stars, lovesick yank.
“She definitely is. Couldn’t imagine anyone more suited to the role honestly. I’ll put in a good word, just make sure you apply alright?”
“Thank you Kyle, that means a lot…” Alex reached out to shake his hand which he returned with a firm grip of his own.
“Anytime mate,” he grinned, waving the man off.
He turned to his desk, smiling to himself before moving to push it back in place. He peeled off his coat, already feeling the way it made him just a bit too warm, and set it on the back of his seat.
Before he even had a chance to sit back down however, his phone rang, cutting through the silence of the room. He picked it up quickly, noting the call was coming from the phone in the lower floor conference room.
“What can I do for you Mr. Price,” he purred, twisting the stretchy cord around a finger.
“Kyle,” the voice was mildly scolding, silently telling him to behave and he grinned.
John continued.
“Can you bring me a charger for my laptop? Can’t get this one to work and I’m still in the middle of discussing the recent projections.”
“Of course sir, I’ll be right down.”
“Lovely, thank you Kyle.”
“My pleasure.”
A soft tisk was all he got in response before the line went silent. He laughed to himself, grabbing his own charger from a drawer on his desk and heading towards the stairs. Chances were the one John was using wasn’t actually broken but he’d bring one just in case.
He knocked softly on the closed double doors before stepping inside once he was called.
“Good afternoon.”
—
John sucked in a breath when Kyle stepped into the room. He’d shed the coat he’d been shivering in at his desk and now that John could see the outfit he wore underneath, he regretted asking the man to bring him a charger. Especially once he saw the way various eyes gave him a few too many once overs for his liking.
A deep red turtleneck, tight enough for John to see the taper of his waist and a hint of those pretty gold piercings he knew were adorning his nipples. Tailored slacks tight enough that each flex of his thighs as he walked was on full display for everyone to see. The hints of gold on his body were like magnets to his eyes. The subtle hoops in his ears, the delicate rings on multiple fingers(but not his ring finger mind you)…
John squeezed the sides of the podium he stood before, swallowing hard as everyone watched his secretary stroll through the room as though he wasn’t the most delicious little thing to ever grace their eyes. And he knew it too.
Kyle’s eyes sparkled with hidden mirth as he watched John tense, eyes not knowing where they should stop. He knew the older man’s schedule was filled, that there wouldn’t be time for even a quick grind through their clothes against the wall in his office. God the little fucking tease.
“Here’s the charger you wanted sir.”
Kyle placed the chord in his hands, letting their fingers brush as he tilted his head just so, causing John to swallow harshly and scowl.
“Thank you Mr. Garrick, you may go now. I think, however-,”
Kyle paused his movements, turning back to address his boss properly.
“-that we may need to have a meeting tomorrow to discuss the company dresscode.”
The others in the room pretended to ignore the conversation happening in front of them, looking down at their folders and notes, not seeing the way Kyle’s eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched in annoyance.
“Certainly sir, I’ll add it to your schedule.”
And with that he was gone, leaving John to clear the awkward air of the conference room by resuming the meeting. As he ran through projected charts and numbers on autopilot, he ran through his interaction with Kyle and cringed internally, knowing the younger man wasn’t going to let him off the hook for it. He was in the dog house.
Kyle didn’t glance up as the doors to the elevator opened and John stepped back onto the floor. He continued typing, offering a professional, “Welcome back sir.” and giving nothing more.
“Listen Kyle…” he began hesitantly, hearing the way the other slowed his typing to listen.
He’d become quite familiar with Kyle’s little quirks and tells over the years, and he smiled slightly at the action. But when he opened his mouth to apologize, he faltered. He didn’t know what to say, not used to apologizing much at all, whatever that said about him.
“Thank you for bringing the charger,” was what he settled on, immediately kicking himself as Kyle’s typing sped back up.
“Just doing my job sir,” came the polite reply.
But when it came to Kyle, John didn’t want polite. He wanted confident, sultry, bratty. He didn’t want to see pretty white teeth bared in a practiced office smile, he wanted them buried in his skin, marking him and forcing John to get dressed in the bathroom for a week lest his wife see the obvious signs of his infidelity.
But John was also a bit socially inept when it came to admitting his faults and compromising when needed. So he closed his mouth and continued onto his office with a nod.
Thirty minutes later he realized he’d been zoned out of the virtual meeting he was sitting in for at least ten minutes and knew something would have to be done.
He turned off his camera, picked up his phone and began dialing a familiar number.
—
Kyle heard the elevator ding far earlier than John should have returned and looked up, hoping he wouldn’t have to turn away someone trying to request a spontaneous meeting with the goddamn CEO of the company again. Instead, he was met with a tired looking delivery man, holding a white box by a handle built into the cardboard.
“Hi, can I help you?” he called out as the man stepped forward.
“Yeah I’ve got a delivery for a Kyle Garrick?”
“…That's me…”
“Great, sign here please.”
And with only a moment of hesitation he lifted the tiny pen and signed off on the delivery, watching as the man sped away without another glance, clearly on his way to make more stops.
Kyle lifted the box, furrowing his brows as he felt the heft. He hadn’t ordered anything to be delivered to the office and most items he received were expected. He opened the top of the box and his eyes widened as he was met with a bright floral arrangement and a sweet scent filling his nose.
A card was nestled between the blooms and he pulled it out, already having an idea of what it would say.
I’m Sorry.
Kyle rolled his eyes and pretended his lips weren’t twitching up into a delighted smile as he read the card. Leave it to John to use the same apology method that he used on his wife to try to earn his forgiveness. Pathetic man.
When John returned and saw the sweet smile Kyle directed at him, he nearly sighed in relief, bending down to steal a kiss and smiling when it wasn’t turned away.
—
Kyle’s trip from the car park through the lobby was almost the same as it was every morning, same parking spot, same number of steps, same stop by the cafe before he hit the elevator. What wasn’t the same, however, was the way eyes followed him the moment he’d stepped inside the building, and the way people paused when he passed by to do double-takes.
The shiny marble floor clicked under his feet as he accepted the drink tray from a blushing cafe employee and pressed the button to begin his ascent to the top floor. A low whistle sounded out from behind him.
“New look Gaz?” called a familiar voice.
Kyle turned to see Johnny, a friend he’d made back when they were both baristas working in the lobby cafe and the only one he remained close with.
Kyle smirked.
“Boss wants to have a meeting about the dress code today. Thought I’d educate him on what it says.”
“You’re a crazy bastard, you know that?” but Johnny’s words held no weight when accompanied by an eager smile.
“You’re calling me crazy after half the shit you’ve pulled Soap?” he laughed, the man’s excitement was infectious.
“Well none of that was to the CEO of the damn company. Shit, Riley would have my head if I pulled something like this.”
“You two still not getting along?”
“Not for lack of effort, but that smug bastard is always on my ass abou-“
“Language MacTavish.” a deep, rumbling voice interrupted them just as the elevator doors opened and Johnny tensed.
Kyle shot him a sympathetic look before they both turned to greet the new presence.
“Good morning Mr. Riley,” Kyle spoke first, giving Johnny time to compose himself.
“And to you Kyle.”
Dark, intrigued eyes swept down his form once before politely alighting back on his face. They step onto the elevator together and the doors close, leaving them in silence as their separate floors are pressed and Kyle’s badge is scanned.
“Your outfit Kyle…”
Kyle, who had been grateful for the silence, straightened to attention.
“Yes sir?”
“…it suits you.”
“Thank you sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
Ghost stood near the doors of the elevator and from beyond his view, Johnny shot a bewildered look in Kyle’s direction. Kyle, equally stunned by the short interaction, shook his head with a similar expression.
“Mr. MacTavish.”
“Yes sir?”
“…In the future I suggest you keep personal conflicts and grievances out of the workplace. Additionally, when we reach our floor I’d like you to come with me to my office. It seems our previous discussion regarding…personal appearances, doesn’t seem to have stuck.”
“Yes sir.”
Kyle glanced towards his friend, watching him scowl at the taller man’s back. He eyed his mohawk, the obvious source of conflict between the two and scrunched his face in pity. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing the two men’s floor.
Drinks? Kyle mouthed before the pouting Scot stepped off, to which he received a sullen nod. He waved with another sympathetic glance before the elevator began rising once more.
—
John exhaled slowly, watching his breath fog up in the winter chill. He had yet to make his way into the building, choosing instead to stand outside in an area designated for smoking, without actually pulling any cigs out himself.
Kyle had complained recently about kissing him and tasting the remnants of his last smoke, so he’d cut back. But standing with the rest of the employees as they shivered in their coats and let ribbons of smoke and steam leave their mouths, took a bit of the edge off on days he left his house already tense with stress.
He had to admit though, it was far less satisfying these days with a majority of the small crowd blowing clouds of fruit flavored vapor rather than throat burning nicotine.
A shame, he thought to himself, yearning for the days when people blissfully ignored the consequences of their guilty pleasures.
And with that thought, he figured it was time to finally make his way upstairs where his own guilty pleasure surely sat waiting for him to arrive.
But what greeted him when the doors opened was not that beaming smile and a hot cup of coffee. He froze.
The tightest pencil skirt he’d ever seen, stretched taut over a plush round ass, impossible to ignore as Kyle bent over to smell the bouquet set on his desk.
Christ.
Legs for fucking days, smooth and clad in sheer black stockings. He swallowed harshly at the sight.
And the shoes. Jesus, the shoes. Tall, red bottomed heels that made Kyle nearly as tall as John himself.
The thoughts that flashed through John’s typically sharp mind overwhelmed him, and he stood in place for so long that the elevator doors closed once more and began to descend.
He’d nearly made it halfway down the building before he came to, slamming his badge on the scanner to get back to the correct floor.
Kyle was waiting for him by the time he’d returned, obvious by the obnoxiously innocent smile he flashed while loading paper into the printer behind his desk.
“Good morning sir, I brought you coff-”
“My office, Mr. Garrick.”
The smile only grew larger as the younger man nodded and closed the printer tray shut. He followed John through his office door, waiting patiently as the pin was typed in before entering.
John took his time shedding his coat, hanging it on the hook near the doorway. It was a slow, quiet process, buying him time to think of what to say. When he’d finally made it to his desk, he sat down, forcing himself not to look below Kyle’s waist and looked up at his mirthful brown eyes instead.
“Kyle.”
He didn’t mean for his name to come out the way it did, more growl than actual speaking. After clearing his throat, he continued, failing to ignore the way Kyle stood, legs crossed with his hands behind his back.
“You’re being disobedient Kyle. It’s testing my patience.”
“And just how’s that sir?”
“What?” he grit out, the frustration mounting at the secretary’s nonchalance.
“How exactly am I disobeying you? If I may know.”
“What did I say about that? About playing stupid?” he pointed a finger at a younger man, feeling more and more like he was scolding a child.
Before Kyle could answer he continued.
“I warned you about following dress code. Wasn’t even going to have a formal discussion about it, thinking that warning was enough for a smart boy like you,” he paused to let his words sink in, “so that makes me think you’re doing this on purpose, breaking dress code so you could be a little fucking tease.”
“I’m not breaking dress code John.”
The use of his name made his frustration skyrocket. This was Kyle’s punishment, dropping all pretenses of submission until John behaved himself once more. Thankfully, he was quite well trained.
So he took a breath, let it out slowly, and changed his tone.
“Okay…okay, I’ll bite. Can you please explain to me how this is not breaking the dress code Kyle?”
Kyle tossed a booklet onto his desk, one he’d never seen before. Turning it over to see the cover, he knew he’d already lost this conversation. The fight seeped out of him at the sight of his company employee handbook. It was already bookmarked.
“Dress code doesn’t specify gender. Quite progressive of you, I have to say.”
He opened the book to the marked page and skimmed over highlighted sections, finding his secretary’s words rang true. He sighed deeply and shook his head.
“Christ, you’re such a brat. Fine, whatever, just get out of my office and back to work,” he said, tone lighthearted and amused.
It was worth it, to see such a pleased expression on Kyle’s face as he turned to leave.
By midday however, he was feeling on edge.
For the fourth time in two hours, Kyle was stepping inside of his office to deliver information that was easily relayed via email. It was driving him crazy; he’d snapped a pen clean in half the last time it had happened when Kyle stood behind him and leaned down to speak softly into his ear.
His final straw came when Kyle entered the room to fiddle with the AC, not sparing John a passing glance.
“Tell me Kyle, did you already have those clothes before today? Or did you buy them especially for me?” he rasped.
Kyle chuckled softly.
“For you?”
“For me.”
“You’re awfully confident in that assumption.”
“We both know it’s true.”
Kyle turned to him, a coy little smile on his face as he began a slow walk to John’s desk. Rather than stop in front of it, as he usually did, he made his way around to stand directly in front of John himself. John spread his legs to accommodate the younger man but that didn’t seem to be his plan as he backed up and sat down on the surface of the desk, crossing one leg over the other.
“To answer your question, I did not own these already. I stopped by Saks.”
John hummed, lifting a hand to stroke it slowly up Kyle’s calf, rubbing his thumb into the muscles lightly and feeling the soft stockings over his skin.
“Saks? Bit different from your usual choices.”
“Hard to get Louboutins on such short notice,” he explained.
“Ah of course…julie’s quite a fan,” he paused, “hope that didn’t put too big of a dent in your budget.”
“Not at all, I wasn’t the one who bought them anyways,” he replied with a tone that put John on edge.
His eyes darkened and his touch froze on Kyle’s leg from where it had been inching up towards his thigh.
“Oh? And who did buy it for you?” he asked, feeling a spark of possessiveness over a man who wasn’t his.
Getting jealous over something that wasn’t truly cheating while he was cheating. What a joke his marriage was.
Kyle smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black card.
“You did sir.”
He should have been annoyed. Angry, even, that his secretary would go behind his back to spend money he hadn’t permitted him to with a card gifted for emergencies. But he was so relieved there wasn’t another wealthy suitor showering Kyle in gifts that the only thing he felt was another pang of possessiveness. If anything he felt pleased to see the man wearing something purchased with his money.
It stirred something in him and made his length twitch in his slacks.
“I did, did I?” he began moving his hand once more, just barely slipping it under the hem of Kyle’s skirt before moving back down again.
He watched Kyle nod as he bit his lip.
“How generous of me…buying you such a pretty gift even when you’ve acted so bratty. Haven’t heard a word of gratitude for it either.”
“Th…thank you, Mr. Price…” Kyle said, his tone finally losing its confidence as the touch began to affect him.
John slid his hand down to Kyle’s ankles, where thin straps buckled at the tops of the heels. Slowly, he began working the buckle open, sliding the strap from the loops and letting the shoe drop to the floor.
“I bet your feet must hurt from running around in them all day,” he purred, taking Kyle’s stocking clad foot in hand and beginning to rub it firmly, digging his thumbs in just right.
Kyle nodded, letting out a shaky breath as pain he hadn’t noticed was worked out of his soles, toes flexing at a particularly hard knead.
“You even painted your nails all pretty for me. Makes me wonder what other little surprises you have hidden under that outfit.”
The way the other man flushed and glanced away told him his suspicion was right on target and he grinned. The phone on his desk rang, and without sparing it a single glance, he pressed the button to forward the calls directly to voicemail, ensuring they would not be interrupted. Kyle knew what that meant.
Kyle glanced down and nearly whined at the sight of John’s straining slacks, pleased to be the cause and desperate to get inside of them. He took his opportunity when John dropped his leg, moving to remove his other heel and get to work rubbing the tension from his foot.
He raised the newly freed leg and stretched it forward, stroking his foot against the older man’s dick and delighting in the gasp the gesture elicited.
John couldn’t help but grasp the top of his foot, holding it in place while he ground up softly with a groan.
“You’re going to be the death of me, know that?”
“Do I get a spot in your will then?”
He didn’t respond to that, simply rolling his eyes and getting back to work on removing Kyle’s shoe. He was rougher with his hands, digging the pads of his thumbs in to hear Kyle whimper and squeak.
In retaliation, Kyle pressed down harder with his foot, stroking along the outline of John’s cock with a delighted gleam in his eyes, already glossed over with pleasure.
With a huff, John pulled back, yanking off his belt and tugging down the fly of his slacks. He sighed as he pulled his briefs down to just below his balls allowing them to stay there while he gave himself a slow deliberate stroke. Kyle watched, enraptured before his foot was grabbed once more and the other man continued his massage.
“Well go on then. If you’re going to do something, do it right Kyle,” he growled.
The younger man nodded with a soft whine as he raised his free leg, stroking a stocking clad foot up the hot length of his boss. He could feel the warmth and the soft velvety texture even through the nylon as he moved.
“Should have known you’d be into something like this,” he huffed, ignoring the way it was igniting something deep inside him as well.
He pulled his other foot from John’s grip, moving it up to join on the other side of his cock to get more pressure. The resulting grunt from John’s lips was music to his ears as he rubbed his sole over the leaking tip, feeling the precum soak into his stockings. John’s hips bucked up imperceptibly and he grabbed onto Kyle’s ankle to ground himself as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Fuck Kyle…”
“Wish you could see yourself sir,” he breathed, “getting off on humping my goddamn feet like a bloody pervert…”
The older man groaned, thrusting up harder before tightening his grip on Kyle’s ankle, bringing him to a stop.
He was given a questioning look and ignored it, pulling the feet away from his dick and holding onto them as he stood. He used his grip to part Kyle’s legs before sliding down and pushing his pencil skirt up to his stomach. John huffed.
“You said I'm the pervert?” he asked, running a thumb over the head of Kyle’s exposed cock which was pressed against his hip, straining and leaking through the sheer material of his stockings.
Kyle attempted to close his legs with a shake of his head but they were quickly pried apart by the knee leaving him fully on display for John, who raked his eyes over the sight reverently. If the reveal of the younger man’s commando status hadn’t been enough of a delightful surprise, the twitching plug snug in his ass definitely was.
“Oh no no, none of that sweetheart. No hiding yourself from me,” he reached down and grasped the thin fabric stretching over Kyle’s ass, tugging it and hearing a satisfying tear.
Kyle gasped, cheeks burning with embarrassment at the position he was currently in; his hole exposed while his dick was still pressed against his hip under the stockings. John was usually a bent over the desk kind of man, and it’s what he’d been anticipating.
“W-wait, can we do it from behind?”
John studied him for a moment, silent and calculating before smirking. It was a dark, predatory thing and Kyle knew he was fucked.
“No.”
He was yanked closer as John lifted his hips and pressed his legs towards his chest, nearly bending him in half to get better access to the plug he’d foolishly stuffed inside himself this morning.
“Why would I let you hide from me now? Isn’t that why you’ve been prancing around like a fucking slag today? So I would see you?”
“It was- no, I did it so…”
Kyle was at a loss for words, it was hard to concentrate when John was working the butt plug out agonizingly slowly, pausing for far too long between tugs.
“What’s that darling?”
“Shut up and- and fuck me already boss,” he groaned, feeling impatient and surprisingly shy in his current position.
“Think I’d rather take my time with you. Tease you like you’ve been teasing me,” his voice was infuriatingly smug, having finally regained a bit of control over the situation.
“I should file a report with HR,” Kyle grumbled.
Without warning, John pulled the plug from his hole, watching as it fluttered and gaped from the sudden emptiness. He relished in the gasp that was ripped from Kyle’s throat by the action, loved hearing the small signs of him falling apart. Reaching over to his drawer, he pulled out the nearly empty bottle of lube he kept there making a mental note to buy more.
“You won’t. Too spoiled like this, we both know you don’t want to go through the effort of finding another man who fills you up this well,” he emphasized his words by pressing in without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
The sound Kyle made at the sudden intrusion was delicious, a mix of shock and pleasure, loud and unrestrained.
John gave him no time to adjust, immediately setting a steady pace and grunting at the way Kyle clenched around him.
“You’re so full of yourself,” Kyle whimpered, still putting up a fight even as the discomfort began melting away to be replaced by pleasure.
“Yeah?” he angled his hips up to grind slowly and firmly against the younger man’s prostate, watching his head fall back against the desk as he whimpered again, “seems like right now, you’re the one who’s full of me Kyle.”
Kyle couldn’t help but laugh despite himself.
“That was terrible.”
“Not my best, I’ll admit,” John laughed before speeding up.
He stroked his hands down Kyle’s thighs before gripping them tightly. Using them as leverage, he sped up, snapping his hips forward and fucking into the secretary just the way they both liked it. The room was silent save for their mingling moans and the slap of his hips as they connected with Kyle’s ass.
He was losing himself; the younger man was gripping him like a vice, tight and unbelievably hot.
He’d never experienced sex like this before Kyle, as something that consumed him completely, until he truly couldn’t tell where he ended and the other began. He’d never been so desperate to draw out those sounds of pleasure, or watch another’s face contort as they came.
He loved the way Kyle was so easily intoxicated by the pleasure, that he couldn’t form a single word once John slid inside. It stroked his ego and made him feel nearly manic with delight. Sex with the younger man made even the thought of fucking julie boring.
John lifted one of Kyle’s legs to rest on his shoulder. He continued fucking into him, pressing breathless kisses against his slim ankles and nipping at the nylon covered skin. He heard the other man whimper, felt his toes curl at the sensation.
“Pervert,” was all Kyle could gasp out before he was arching off the desk at a particularly deep thrust.
“You love it,” he growled, moving his kisses up the sole of Kyle’s foot just to hear him whine in faux repulsion.
He knew the other man thrived off of the power he held over him; that nothing aroused him more than watching John lower himself to please him. He watched as Kyle’s cock twitched when he licked a stripe up the pad of his foot and slowly allowed the younger man’s covered toes to slip past his lips.
Kyle groaned, tossing an arm over his face.
“You’re disgusting!”
John lathed his tongue over the curling digits, letting them go and smirking when Kyle tightened around him.
“Kiss me.”
“My toes were just in your mouth, no!”
John grinned, slipping a hand behind Kyle’s neck, pulling him up as he bent down and slotted their lips together. His hips didn’t stop their movements, lube squelching as he filled his secretary over and over again. Kyle’s groans of displeasure were easily transformed into those of satisfaction and it took everything in him not to grin against the younger man’s lips.
Kyle whined when John finally pulled back and confused his energy on fucking him rather than taunting. His body was jolted up the desk and he scrambled to grip the edge and ground himself. It was out of reach, however, and he had no choice but to cling onto John instead, moaning as his prostate was ruthlessly abused.
John was panting, already feeling himself nearing the edge and he could no longer hold back the grunts leaving his lips with each zip of pleasure up his spine.
“I’m close love- fuck I’m close.”
“Same here,” Kyle managed to whimper as he wrapped his legs around John’s hips, pulling him deeper.
“Christ, Kyle. You better cum on my cock,” he growled, barely coherent, “Be a good fucking boy for me.”
The desk rattled from the force of his hips as he rutted into him desperately, unable to focus on anything but how good it felt to be surrounded by his lover.
Kyle was panting, angling his hips so John could fill him just right and feeling his abdomen clench.
“There, fuck. Right there, don’t you dare fucking stop!” his fingers clenched tightly into the fabric of John’s shirt as his hips rocked down to meet each thrust.
“That’s right, come on baby…”
John watched as Kyle keened, back arching off the desk with a strangled cry of pleasure as his orgasm slammed into him. His cock jerked against its confines as pulses of cum slowly oozed through the fabric.
He pulled out once Kyle began pushing away and gasping in overstimulation. Rather than finish himself off with his hand however, he pressed the secretary's thighs together and slid between them.
It took only a few thrusts between his legs before he was cumming with a whimper, coating the insides of Kyle’s thighs and ruining his stockings further. As he rode the soft waves of his climax he pulled back, spreading the younger man’s thighs to see the mess he’d made between them, a crude claim in his own fucked up way.
Kyle finally found his voice and watched John with exhausted eyes.
“Jesus…you could have just asked me to take them off. Didn’t have to ruin them sir…”
John huffed, amused.
“I paid for them, I can ruin them if I want.”
That pulled a snort out of the other.
“You’re such a brute sometimes.”
“Have to be in order to keep a certain bratty secretary in their place.”
“I prefer the title ‘favorite’ secretary.”
John rolled his eyes, helping Kyle sit up and stroking his hands across his hips.
“Keep it up and I’m going to consider this your lunch break.”
And with that Kyle groaned, hopping off the desk so he could get back to his own.
“I’m definitely complaining to HR.”
“I expect you to keep those stockings on, just so you know.”
He froze, turning to glare at John in astonishment.
The CEO merely grinned, running his eyes over the tears and damp spots of cum spread down the insides of his thighs.
“Damn pervert,” Kyle grumbled before slamming the door behind him.