"No, I'll be staying behind to help Amon organise some of the older files," Seidou shook his head at Houji's question. Strands of brown hair fell into his face at the movement, and he brushed them aside.
"Alright then. Be careful getting home if it becomes too late," the ever-so-caring Houji told him, buttoning up his coat and nodding to Seidou before he left out the door to their shared office, leaving CCG for the day.
"Yes sir!" A very serious tone, accompanied with a salute, and then Seidou was left alone in the room, until he too left to go and find Amon. It was easy enough considering he already knew where the man would most likely be at this time of day, or rather, evening.
The song of shoes against polished tiles made the man of the hour look up from his computer, warmly greeting his coworker with a "good evening, Takizawa-kun."
"Good evening Amon-san," Seidou looked around the office that Amon shared with Akira Mado. She was gone for the day, much like Houji, and so it was only the two of them left here. Seidou carefully closes the door behind him and walks further into the room, until he is standing by Amon's desk. "Should we... get started?"
Amon rubbed the back of his head, his demeanour shifting from polite and pleasant yet cool, to nervous. "Ah are... are you sure about this, Takizawa-kun?"
Seidou, who absolutely was not sure at all, placed both hands on the desk on each side of Amon, caging him in and leaning over his sitting form. Like this, he was taller than Amon, for once.
"Whaaaat?" he drawled, and normally he would rather be eaten by ghouls than speak to one of his superiors this way, but this was not normally. "You're the one who asked for this. Don't tell me you're backing out now, Kou~tarou? Don't you want me to help you ease up your workload?"
At Seidou using hsi first name, a new warmth of familiarity flowed into Amon's eyes, and he placed one of his own hands on top of Seidou's. "Just checking, Seidou."
"Do you remember the sign?" Seidou nods, and lifts one of his hands, placing it on Amon's thigh, and gently taps three times. Amon hummed a positive response from deep in his throat, and Seidou's hand crawled just a little further upwards, to which he was rewarded with a sharp inhale from Amon. His smile grew wider as he withdrew his hands and with all the grace of a trained soldier crawled underneath Amon's desk. Amon had to crane his head a little to see him now, but it was worth it for the view of Seidou deftly undoing his belt. As it fell with a clink to the floor, Seidou opened his mouth and took Amon's zipper between his teeth.
Amon swallowed thickly as Seidou agonisingly slowly pulled down his zipper, and then he could feel the man's mouth on his cock through his underwear, gently kissing the outside of his boxers, massaging slowly with his mouth until Amon could feel his blood start to rush downward.
Seidou pulls off, and smiles as he notices Amon looking down at him. "Wow, you got excited fast today."
"Can you really blame me, when I've spent the whole day just waiting for your pretty lips wrapped around my cock?" Amon's voice is low and raw, and Seidou feels a shiver run down his spine. He smiles inwardly; it is his time to make Amon shiver. Suddenly, without warning he dives back down head first on his colleague's cock. Amon's breath hitches at the sudden contact, his knee twitches inward as Seidou teases Amon expertly with his mouth, a wet patch appearing where Amon's cock is desperately straining against his underwear.
Amon groaned in frustration at the teasing nature of Seidou's care, and Seidou smirked up at the other man, palming him lightly, then removing his hand to place a series of kisses on the fabric.
After what felt like forever a finger was finally hooked in Amon's waistband, pulling his boxers down and freeing his leaking cock, making the man groan in relief. Seidou wet his lips, then leaned in, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, drawing a pleased sigh at the contact, then abruptly a moan as Seidou wrapped his lips around the head, using his tongue to smear the precum all over Amon's cock, slicking it up. He also took the opportunity to dip his tongue into the slit, enjoying the salty taste of Amon. It was an acquired taste, but by gods had he acquired it.
He glanced up at Amon, and saw that the man was looking away,writing on his computer. Right. Work. Seidou opened his jaw as much as it would allow, placing Amon's cock in his mouth, and relaxed as much as he was able to, concentrating on breathing through his nose as he took in as much as he was able to, sliding down further with gentle bobbing motions of his head.He holds still patiently, as Amon works through his files.
Amon was hot and heavy on his tongue, the way he forces Seidou's jaw open making drool slip down his chin, and Seidou's knees were starting to dig into the linoleum floor, and he thought he might have some light bruises there tomorrow, along with a sore throat and jaw. The aching holds him in reality, but the smell and feel of the cock on his tongue is slowly making everything else slip away. His eyes slide closed, and he groans around the cock in his mouth, sending vibrations reverberating through Amon's body. Amon hisses sharply, momentarily distracted from his work.
He peers down at Seidou, to where Seidou is kneeling before him, eyes closed, cheeks flushed a dark red trailing down his neck, mouth open wide to accommodate Amon's girth. It is hard to ignore the wet head engulfing his cock, the way Seidou's throat spasms around him in exhaustion, his lips twitching, or the way he moans deeply, making his entire throat vibrate around Amon's cock. Unable to restrain himself, Amon lifts one hand from his keyboard and tangles it into Seidou's soft, brown hair, and gently tugs Seidou down further on his cock.
Seidou resists the urge to pull back as he feels the tip nudge against his gag reflex. He feels the musky smell invading his senses, making his mind go numb with the taste and smell. Even as he teared up and drool was spilling down his chin in rivers, he did his best to swallow around the cock, servicing Amon thoroughly to the best of his ability. It felt good, making Amon feel good. His eyes glazed over and he pushed his head forward determinedly, relaxing his throat and taking more of Amon until his nose was buried in the man's pubes. Immediately, the need for air became overwhelming, his already sore jaw screaming at him, and instinctively he tried to pull off just a little, but Amon's grip on his hair tightened and held him there.
The tears building in his eyes overflowed, spilling down his flushed cheeks. He tried to take small breaths through his nose, but his airways were completely blocked. He could feel his throat bulging out with the large dick inside of it. Amon pulled off just a little, and Seidou attempted to gratefully suck air into his lungs, but before he could finish his breath he was pulled down by his hair again, eyes snapping wide open and letting out a muffled shout as Amon thrust all the way to the base and set a ruthless pace fucking his mouth. Black spots began to dance in Seidou's vision, tears flowing freely down his face in rivers as Amon continued to use his throat mercilessly to his own pleasure.
Seidou's hand worked into his own pants, starting to palm himself through his underwear to distract from the burning pain he felt. At the contact, he let out a series of muffled moans and groans, bucking weakly into himself.
"F-fuck, Seidou," Amon panted, voice strained. "You feel so good when you do that... you're taking my cock so well."
Seidou's brain was desperately crying out for oxygen now, but the dizzy haze was coupled with a bone-deep pleasure that made him shake, more drool pooling on the floor below him as his head was forced down on Amon. Was he going to pass out? Would Amon care, or would he continue to use Seidou like nothing more than a coksleeve until he came? Seidou moaned again at the thought, and picked up the pace with which he was stroking himself. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but amidst the pain was a high unlike any other. Amon had him on his knees, to do with what he pleased, and all Seidou could do was take it.
Just as his red-rimmed eyes were beginning to drift closed, the hand in his pants slowing to a sluggish, barely conscious movement, Amon's pace started to become erratic, and then, as Seidou danced on the edge on unconsiness, he came, thick seed spilling down Seidou's poor abused throat.
Something snapped in Seidou's mind. He instantly came at the feeling, and it was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his toes curling at the feeling of being so thoroughly filled while on the brink of passing out. One last weaker spurt, and then Amon pulled back, and all Seidou could do not to collapse was lean heavily against one of his legs, shivering violently as he clutched the fabric.
"Such a good boy," Amon complimented him, patting his cheek. His strong arms hooked under Seidou's armpits, hauling him up to sit in Amon's lap, petting his brown hair. They stayed like that, and eventually Seidou's shaking subsided. "Such a good boy," Amon repeated. "Let me get you a glass of water? And then we can get cleaned up."
"Y, Yeah. I'd like that..."
