Rating: M
Genre: Smut
Language: English
Warning: BDSM-themed fiction, use of sex toys, sensation play - sensory deprivation, impact play, edging/orgasm control, begging kink, praise kink, a bit of humiliation kink, EA/breath play, sub going into subspace, a bit of sub drop
—
He’s so fucking ethereal.
Off thought so. His eyes were glued at Gun as he continued to question another employee’s presentation. Of course, Off’s still on track, taking notes and everything. It was his job after all, and he just didn’t want to disappoint his boyfriend, which happens to be the CEO. Off could see the judging eyes of Gun, and damn, he found it hot when Gun is all so serious like this, with his dominating stance and aura which can be felt by everyone. Why? It’s the fucking gap. Don’t get him wrong, Off loves Gun fully. Most of the time, it’s a little too much but he doesn’t mind. He just couldn’t get over the fact that Gun, the President, acting like this is way too different from whatever he is when he’s with Off. That stoic expression of his changes to something so fucking irresistible when he’s with him. And not to mention when Off messes him up, damn, that face is painted in his mind forever, if it must. Off just want to tackle him to the ground right now and maybe, just maybe, fuck him senseless, too.
“Is that all?” Gun asked, pulling Off out from his thoughts. Off smirked at this for a moment.
“Yes, Sir.” The others who are in the meeting talked about the report and asked the presenter. Off just observed them, waiting for the right timing.
“Okay. The meeting is—,” Off finally pressed the button.
Gun immediately stood up, his hands gripping the side of the table, making everyone look at him. He gasped a bit, relieved it wasn’t loud. His knees buckled ever so slightly. His back doing the same. “D-Dismissed.” He hoped no one noticed the subtle stutter and relaxed a bit when everyone thanked him and stood up, ready to leave. His legs were trembling a little and only Off noticed this. He gave him a side glare which Off replied with only a shrug and a slight smirk. The vibration stirred up Gun’s insides. Gun could feel how the vibrator inside stimulated him. The feeling made goosebumps rise and shivers traveled down his spine. His nape feels a bit explicitly itchy. His knees are starting to go weak. The vibration was slowly getting intense and the pleasurable, the humiliation, made him grow so impatient.
“Uh, sir? Are you available this evening? The sales team is requesting for a meeting.” Off faced Tay, the one who asked. Both looked at Gun who was slightly blushing now and sweating. When he was about to say something, Off pushed a button. He gripped the table so hard, biting his lips so suddenly, feeling the more intense vibration which left him weak. His insides were a mess as he tried so hard to hide the growing tent in the middle of his pelvis. He looked down, to which Off took as a sign.
Off stood in front of Tay, enough to shield Gun from the guy’s sight. “The president isn’t available later this evening. He has some personal appointments to attend.” Off said, his voice firm to which Tay can’t refuse. He just agreed and excused himself, finally leaving the room. Off immediately locking the door.
“You fucker—,” Gun hissed but Off just pushed another button which reached the most intense vibration. Gun fell on his knees, his whole body stiff and twitching, his mouth wide open, his eyes rolling at the back of his head, and his erection now fully evident in his pants. Off shivered at how Gun looks like right now. He bit his lip, trying to restrain himself from shove Gun down and fuck him into oblivion.
Off walked towards Gun and hooked his hands under his arms. Gun lost the strength of his legs since the intense vibration is still there. Off touching him, is not helping at all. His body leaned completely against Off’s body as Off encircled his arm around his waist. He sniffed Gun’s scent, and boy, did it make him excited. He held Gun properly, his other hand traveling inside Gun’s suit.
