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You actually couldn't decide on what tea to make this evening.
A black tea? Something imported? You had a wonderful collection ordered from Fortnum and Mason that you wanted to try out and tonight seemed a special occasion. You're just waiting for the tea leaves to soak into the hot water a little more, then you pick up the teacup with a small clink of expensive china on china.
It's immediately overshadowed by a moan in the room.
You bring your attention back to the situation at hand. In front of you, Isamu Fuwa is laid out on his back on the desk, the surface tactically cleaned of anything expensive before anything began. He's still mostly dressed, beyond his slacks and underwear taken off, his ridiculously ill fitting shoes kicked off somewhere in the office ages ago. His tie is loosened, falling off more and more from where it's trapped in the collar of his shirt the more his body is moved to and fro. A couple of buttons are open on the shirt, but you wonder if you should give him a little mercy and help unbutton the rest - you can see the sweat stains starting to form and you wouldn't want him to be uncomfortable.
After all, he's your important hero of the moment. And this is a reward, not a punishment. A reward for the dog that followed your orders regarding the terrorist group, even if he doesn't even know he did.
Since watching him use the Shotriser, you've been thinking about him a lot - personally you didn't think about it like this initially but it's not so bad now you're watching it. You had wanted him to direct his anger at you, push you down to the ground and fuck you hard like the animal you can't help compare him to, but this side to him? It's cute. In the end all dogs can be as harmless as a puppy with the right situation you suppose.
You watch his face, eyes shut tight, and he moans again, gasps out and throws a hand over his eyes. His face is red, he's embarrassed, but he's rocking his body to the rhythm like he can't seem to get enough. You watch a socked foot curl it's toes and watch as his back arches at a particularly rough thrust and you bite your lip.
Though, you're not just focusing on Fuwa, even though it's hard to take your eyes away from him. Yua Yaiba looks quite good in this situation too.
She's ignoring you blatantly and you find it amusing - though she could truly just be concentrating at the task at hand and you're always impressed at her dedication to her work. She's as fully dressed as you are but when you peer down over Fuwa's body, you can see her trousers undone, dildo secured firmly into the sensible harness she's wearing. Black, simple yet clearly good quality - designed in a way not to require many straps that get in the way, something efficient. You had spent a while searching for something you thought she wouldn't turn her nose up at.
You'd given it to her earlier in the day, the harness and the dildo you had picked out specially. You slid it across the desk in a briefcase like a business deal and she looked at you like you were fucking with her, but all you could do was smile and raise an eyebrow back.
She told you this was sexual harassment - you said you weren't planning on having her use it on you.
She was interested after that.
Though, watching her, you kind of wish it was you on the desk instead.
You watch as the blue and white dildo moves in and out of Fuwa with almost an entranced feeling. Yua had done a good job of preparing him, the sound of the lubrication almost as noisy as the sound of Yua's hips hitting his ass, the sound of his gasps and pants. Perhaps she used too much even, but you admit the dildo you picked out was a little larger than expected. It had been so perfect though, the colour scheme reminding you of Vulcan, it would've been a shame not to get it.
You take a sip of your tea before you forget it's even in your hand. You don't want it to go cold before you've even enjoyed it.
She's got an excellent, firm grip on his hips and her thrusts are efficient yet powerful. You can see her brow furrow in concentration and her hair dangles down between the two as she bends forward a little for more momentum. You almost want to reach out and push it out of the way, maybe tie it up for her.
But you're not like that. It's merely just because it's in the way of your view.
You take another sip.
You're a little bored of watching.
Putting the teacup down back in the saucer, you start to bend over the desk and start to pull Fuwa's arm away from his face. He opens his eyes then, looks at you in confusion, but you just smile down at him as you lean over him. The angle is awkward, but you firmly cup his cheek and tilt his head upwards towards you, kiss him. He seems taken aback, unresponsive to the gentle press of lips, almost disgusted, but your favourite hobby is setting bait and after pulling your face away a couple centimeters for a few moments, Fuwa doesn't disappoint. He reaches a hand up, grabs your head from behind and forces you back into a kiss, this time it's messy and all tongue and drool. You feel the grip in your hair tighten almost painfully as Yua rocks him harsher and you glance your eyes up to see that she's watching.
You laugh into the kiss a little. He tastes like vending machine coffee and cigarettes. You wonder if he can taste the notes of the tea in your mouth, wonder if Fuwa has even tasted something as expensive in his life. You let him hold your head in place and run your tongue along his canines and you feel one bite into the soft flesh. You shiver and feel hot beneath the turtleneck - you weren't expecting him to be so responsive but in hindsight you know he's one to get worked up if the situation calls for it. You wonder if he even cares who he's kissing, it feels as if he's just chasing his own pleasures, you've noticed after the first initial moment of confusion he's closed his eyes again.
You wonder who he's thinking of instead. Does he wish it was Yaiba? You pull away from the kiss briefly, hear Fuwa growl a little in frustration, but as you try and lick up the wet mess from around your lips, you look at her. She meets your gaze and doesn't pause her thrusts. She looks mildly intrigued but also in the same way someone looks at a passing fancy in a shop window rather than someone actually finding something erotic. You run the hand on Fuwa's cheek down his neck, down to where his shirt is open and you rub at the sweat slick skin.
"He's cute, isn't he?"
"No comment, sir."
"Could you pause for a moment? I want to arrange something."
She gives Fuwa one last rough thrust before stopping, pulling out, and the whine Fuwa makes at the loss of the dildo makes you laugh quietly. It's again, oddly cute - the gap between the man that shouts in rage on the battlefield to being reduced to a pathetic creature whining for cock is almost too much to handle. It sets heat in your stomach, it makes your mind race with outcomes and possibilities.
You yank at the tie that's barely clinging onto his neck anymore and wrap it expertly around his eyes and tie it. If he doesn't want to look at you so much, you'll merely give him what he wants. You see him tense, then relax back against the table again, almost go limp once he realizes what you've done and you wonder if you could even get your fantasies of him fucking you roughly when he's such a little masochist.
Not like you can talk.
If you could swap places right now instantly, you'd want to. But, Yua Yaiba will never fuck you and you've come to understand this quite early on. You're not interested in women, but the cold authority she commands had attracted you on a pure sexual level and when you got her to talk about fucking Fuwa in the past, you had thought about it for weeks. No correlation to the fact that you've barely had time to look for sexual partners these days, you ignore the voice inside your head that tells you all you have is your work relations and that's why you're so desperate for her attention - she's the only one willingly staying by your side these days.
You hope Fuwa maybe contacts you after this. You'll slip your personal contact number into his pocket later.
You slip out of your loafers and climb onto the desk, climb over Fuwa. Your knees entrap his shoulders and arms as you position yourself, spread your legs, lean back a little. You feel his face hit your ass and you watch as his cock twitches, you wonder what he could be possibly thinking about. Well, you know what he's thinking. You feel him bring his hands up to your thighs, feel the pressure of his hands groping at them. You almost want to feel the texture of his hands properly but it would be a bother to take off your trousers now. You think about how they felt in your hair instead - he wears his gloves often that actually they're not as rough as you were expecting. You wonder if he actually has any interest in you or if he just wants something to hold onto now he's blindfolded, to keep track of where you are.
"Can you bend him a little more forward? If you would be so kind to also continue, Yua."
You feel the hands on your thighs tighten as Yua lines up the dildo again, thrusts in. You watch it intensely as it slips inside, the awkward noise of lube and silicone making it all the more hard to ignore. You're still surprised Fuwa can take the width of the dildo you chose so easily, but you don't know what Yua has in her own collection, you thought she wouldn't appreciated the question but now you're more curious than ever. She teases Fuwa briefly, pulls the head out after pushing it in, making him feel the fake ridge of the cock head before thrusting in completely and you feel your own hole twitch at the sight.
Speaking of.
You unzip your trousers and pull them down over your ass cheeks. With them, you slide your underwear down as well, until both layers of clothing are sitting neatly under your ass. You don't bother pulling your pants down at the front - this is all you need out. You had thought back to a conversation you had with Yua, about fucking Fuwa, and apparently he was 'enthusiastic' when it came to this act and well, you don't know if you'll have the opportunity again. You made sure to prepare yourself as much as you prepared the items for today - you wonder if Fuwa will even appreciate the time you took to clean and shave the area thoroughly and carefully. You're sure he's not used to such luxuries and again, you want this to feel like a reward.
You sit on his face without much warning and he gets the gist of it pretty quickly. You feel the hands on your thighs quickly reposition themselves on your cheeks and you were right, his hands are softer than you expect on your skin. He pulls your cheeks apart and you're honestly very impressed with the efficient nature of the AIMs team, creating them had been such a great idea.
Yua had been barely fucking him while you positioned yourself but as she sees you sit down on his face, she starts up the thrusts from before again. Then, she grabs at his thighs, bends him in more as requested, and this is the most she's touched Fuwa beyond preparing him to get fucked. She's not completely raising him off the table or anything, but it brings Fuwa's cock closer to your face and with that, you bend down to take it into your mouth.
You feel breath stuttering against your hole and it makes you moan quietly. Fuwa's own moan drowns it out however and you motion your hips back and forth slightly, encouraging Fuwa to continue as he stops to pant against your skin. It's an interesting sensation that still makes your insides flutter, but you know Fuwa could be doing far better things with his mouth.
He gets the hint after a moment.
It's your turn to moan loudly as you feel him start to lick and explore between your cheeks. It feels almost a little disgusting - it's as wet and messy as the kiss you shared earlier, but you find that grossness alluring. Your moans are muffled by the cock in your mouth, which, actually isn't a bad size at all and you struggle to fit most of it in your mouth. With the way Yua is thrusting also, it goes far too deep at a pace you're not prepared for and in turn you switch to just licking and teasing the head while your hand jerks the rest off. You let your spit run down the length and mix with precum, slicking up your hand and the sounds of your hand jacking him off mix with the sound of Yua fucking into him.
You don't exactly care for the taste of the mix of salt and sweat in your mouth, definitely a little on the musky side, but the tea you drank beforehand at least cancels it out a little. You suck at the head regardless - you can tell Yua is growing a little impatient at this point and you do admit, you've been making her fuck him for ages now. Now is the time to get down to business. You glance your eyes up and catch her gaze and silently she understands and begins to fuck Fuwa harder. You can see her grip at his thighs tighter, watch her pull his body in for each thrust and you've always admired her strength.
You can feel Fuwa poke his tongue into you here and there and you shove your ass down harder onto his face. You wonder how disgusting he's going to look after this - you'll take pity on him, you'll let him use the private bathroom before he leaves the ZAIA headquarters at least. But, you think about it, letting him walk through the corridors looking as messed and used as he does, that every ZAIA employee would be able to easily tell what's happened, and you again feel hotter than before. You can feel red heat on your cheeks and your paleness is almost a curse in this instance, giving you away.
You tease at Fuwa's foreskin with your tongue and you feel the cock twitch in your grasp. Yua pauses then, completely seated inside and you feel Fuwa pant harshly, feel him start to shake beneath you. All it takes is one last jerk of your wrist and he's coming all over your hand. Quite a lot actually - you wonder if he's actually had any chance to jerk off lately with being so busy with work.
You jerk him off through the orgasm and you rub small circles with your spare hand at his hip - there's finger marks already starting to form from Yua and you trace them with your own. The semen continues to drip onto your skin and you can't keep the look of displeasure off your face - you wipe it off on Fuwa's shirt as you start to sit back up.
You hear a grotesque sound that you know is the sound of the dildo leaving Fuwa's body and you look at Yua properly since climbing onto the man on the desk. She's got a little sheen of sweat to her face, on her collarbones, but overall she looks the same as how she did when she entered the office. The only thing that stands out is the bright pop of blue and white at her crotch, the large dildo sitting firmly in place, and honestly you know you have amazing taste - she looks amazing like this.
She wouldn't want to hear that from you however.
You feel a harsh tap at your thigh then, you had almost forgotten about Fuwa.
"Oi, you gonna finish or can I get up?"
"Ah, I think we're finished for today. After all, the focus was you - your reward for the recent success."
You hear the sound of fabric coming loose and as you move off Fuwa, you see he's untied the tie around his head, is blinking to get used to the lighting again. His face is as much of a mess as you expected - his hair too, messed up by the tie sliding around, messed up by the table. You let him sit up while you pull your trousers and underwear back up, step back into your loafers, and you watch amused as Fuwa awkwardly tried to ignore you both as he tries to button his shirt back up, try and put his tie back in place. His hands are shaking, and he swears under his breath as he messes up the knot and again, you think he's cute.
You knock his hands away, pull the lengths of the tie towards you and lean in. Expertly you loop over the strands and you pull the knot tightly to his neck.
Like collaring a dog you think.
You pat the mess of his hair down after that almost in reflex at the thought. Then you trail that hand down, rub at the drool at his cheek, around his mouth.
"There's an private wash room to the first door on the left as you exit."
"... You really don't want anything else? I'm the only one that came, feels a bit weird when there's three people here, ya know."
"Maybe another time. Maybe we can arrange something more... private?"
"Is that all for today, sir?"
Yua cuts in and you keep Fuwa's cheek in your hand as you look at her. You nod and you watch as she expertly takes off the harness, the sound of velcro loud in the room. She places the harness and dildo still put together on the desk next to you and zips up her trousers, puts her blazer back into order. For the person who's actually been fucking Fuwa, she's looks at him without much interest, and you wonder if Fuwa goes crazy for that treatment as much as you do. The uninterest mixed with her efficient, hard fucking - it makes you want to order her to stay and fuck you next.
You don't. You watch as she leaves with a heavy sigh and you sit back down in your chair, pick up your teacup. You watch Fuwa awkwardly get dressed and you stare at him intensely just to see him blush and avert your gaze.
It's gone cold but you sip at it anyway.