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content warnings for: hunter x survivor content (pre-manor), leofred yes i understand it's strange.

On your knees under a giant mahogany desk is not the greatest place to be. It's just a little bit hard on your back. But this isn't really about backs. No, because Freddy is on his knees under the desk of Leo Beck. Freddy is on his knees for Leo Beck.

He's anything but obedient typically, but this situation is high risk. High risk high reward situations make Freddy's mind race and his heart tighten.

Freddy loosens his throat as the knock on the door quickens.

"Dear, are you in there?"

Leo looks down and moves the tight grip in Freddy's hair to a soft caress of his cheek, "Yes, c-ome in," he huffs.

The door swings open and Martha's mary-janes click against the floorboards. See there was a reason why Freddy was in this particular situation. Following the birth of their first child, the Becks had not seen much need to procreate and so Leo was a bit.. pent up.. in certain areas. This is where Freddy came in.

Leo had never particularly cared for men. That is until Freddy became his advisor. He was bossy and pretentious and a complete pain in the ass but oh did he love the tension. Leo found himself catching longer stares at Freddy. Watching him bite the ends of his pens with his crooked teeth, the squint in his laugh and the way his nose tightened with it, everything about Freddy was so horrendously fitting and so very attractive to Leo. But every time Freddy would argue with him, playfully, he couldn't help but imagine what would happen if he just lost control and fucked him into oblivion.

And so when Martha no longer gave him 'action.' He turned to Freddy.

"Money? You want to give me money for anal sex? That's illegal, Mr. Beck. How could I ever accept money for that?"

"Is this your way of telling me 'No way in hell, that's disgusting?'"

"Oh fuck no. And as a matter of fact, I will take the extra pay."

And it had been that way since.

"I'm going into town today, would you like me to stop anywhere in particular?"

Leo's hips stuttered into Freddy's mouth once more just by accident. A gagged cough sounded off.

Martha came closer, "Oh, Leo, have you caught a cold?"

Leo cleared his throat and brought himself back up to rest, heavy in his partner's mouth, "No, no, I'm fine! I insist. Please just go run off your errands."

But she wouldn't leave.

Martha pet a protective hand over her cheek, "Say, wasn't that Mr. Riley supposed to be meeting you soon? You'd think he would be here by now.."

Leo coughed again to hide another very wet sound from Freddy's throat, "Oh, no, don't worry. I'm sure he'll come soon. You can leave, I'll let him in when he does get here."

"Alright, I'll be back soon!" She blew a kiss as she stepped around and walked through the door.

A swell of calm sighed over the room, though she wasn't gone yet. Leo and Freddy sat silently and waited for her to waddle down the stairs and out their front door.

The door shut from downstairs and Leo finally pulled out of Freddy's mouth. Freddy panted and grasped at his jaw, slack from the weight.

"Ow," he said simply.

"No money yet, I haven't come."

Freddy nodded. This was the agreement after all.

Leo shoved his chair back and let him crawl out from under the desk. He patted his lap and like a dog, Freddy came right to him and sat. Leo's hands worked up his thighs and rubbed against the bulge in his pants, then his ass. Freddy felt as though he might burst if he didn't get more friction against his body. The loosened red tie against his neck was pulled and the buttons of his shirt popped as Leo bit down his neck and chest.

"Mr. Beck, please. I'll do anything you want me to."

Leo smirked, "Well, what else am I paying you for?"

Freddy no longer wore pants, neither in reality, nor in this particular session. And Leo pulled open a drawer on his desk to reveal a vial of oil. Though simple kitchen oil, it didn't have any problems in their intercourse before, so there was no real complaining. Leo unscrewed the cap and poured the slick into his index and middle fingers.

"Ready?"

Freddy nodded and Leo stuck a thick finger into the rim of his anus. He worked it around slowly going in deeper before pulling it out nearly to the entrance and worming in a second. Despite their experience with this, Freddy's breath still caught every time.

"Don't come until I say you can, alright?"

Leo retracted his fingers and lowered Freddy into the desk, turning him and flipping him up onto the surface.

"Could you be a little more gentle, Mr. Beck?" he barked.

Leo rested his body on Freddy's back and leaned into his ear, "Like this?"

Leo's hands spread Freddy's ass with touches so light they could be butterflies—Butterflies that could combat even the most stubborn in his stomach. But then Leo put the head in.

And Freddy knew he was in for it.

Leo gradually sank in further, watching the young man shudder with every movement he made. He knew it had to be more than a little painful considering his size and mostly how tight Freddy was around him. With the heat and how well his partner had sucked him off, he knew both he and Freddy would probably come soon.

"M-Mr. Beck—"

"What," Leo grunted, "Speak when spoken to, slut."

"Come inside me."

The desk creaked with the thrusts of their bodies against one another and the weight of Freddy's body. The taker's hands gripped the desk and Leo's latched onto Freddy's waist, smacking skin into flesh, flesh into skin. The room was so unbelievably loud with sex as Freddy continually cried out.

"Sir! Mmn—Sir, fuck me! Fuck me," he babbled.

Leo pistoned in once.

Twice.

And he slowed to a stop, releasing into his lover's hole.

Leo pulled out and opened the hole once more to admire before unbuttoning his shirt, soiled with sweat.

"You can come, whore."

"Touch me," Freddy whined, "Please touch me."

Leo relit a spark behind his eyes, "On the floor."

Freddy winced and turned around, falling to his knees.

"Spread your legs."

Leo placed the tip of his boot against the shaft of Freddy's dick and ground up and down, watching him get worked up. He elevated the foreskin up and down with the edge of his boot and let Freddy shallowly roll his hips. He was so desperate, so needy to come and eager to please.

And he did please. He pleased himself right there, ejaculating all over his torso.

"What do we say, Freddy?"

"Thank you, sir," he puffed.

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