Sycophant

F*ck You

A/N: I had a small accident, I tripped on the stairs and had a cast on. HUUUUUUUUUU!!!

But enjoy this y'all.

Let's all welcome the new member @MariagiovannaVitale

Gulf looked at him warily and laughs at the meticulous way he cleans his desk.

"What? Mew asked, a little defensively.

"It's just, if it's a porn movie or a romantic movie, we'll put it all aside and on the floor."

"But that was Thursday's presentation. I worked so hard..."

Gulf laughed again at Mew's torn face and couldn't help but hugged Mew's cheek and kissed it deeply. "You did it perfectly, baby, because you did it like you." Mew melted into him, relaxing. "Now, are you ready? Do we have lube?"

Mew cleaned up the last few things, then handed Gulf the lotion bottle on the table. "Here's what I have, though I'll keep in mind to fix this ASAP."

"It will work. Now, I think you said something about bending over your desk..." Gulf gently turned Mew around, placing a kiss on her hairline. "Unbutton your shirt, honey." When Mew followed his instructions, Gulf pulled his shirt from his pants and started taking it off. Mew shrugged as he was about to unbutton his shirt, but Gulf immediately left his skin bare, pulling Mew's shirt over his head so that he pressed warm kisses down his spine.

Mew leaned back against the table as Gulf wrapped his arms around him, skin to skin, soft and hard, it felt perfect for them. Gulf's hand fell to his stomach, smoothing his hair down a perfect path to Gulf's final destination. He hurriedly unfastened Mew's belt and flew, and reached down to grab Mew through his panties. He struggled and ran away, his moans echoing vividly in the empty office as Gulf stroked his two balls.

Gulf pulled the pants down to Mew's hips, revealing that perfectly toned butt, the butt made Gulf want to lean down and sip him so he did so to Mew's surprise. As he climbed back up, he spread Mew's legs wide and pushed him gently across the table, so Mew was completely open for him, maybe not fully open anyway, not yet, Gulf thought.

"You look so good like this, baby," Gulf whispered, and Mew looked back at him, pupils blown.

"Just for you. Please fuck me, Gulf."

"Gotta get you ready first, Mew." He smeared a finger with lotion, then began to push the blunt end into Mew's hole. He put a hand on Mew's lower back, just above his ass, stabilizing him. He worked on the second and third fingers, making love and cutting them in Mew, when Mew dropped his head on the table and just grabbed it. He examines his circumference and adds a quarter, looking for any signs that he is stretching Mew too much, but Mew nods, begging him now, Gulf's name rushing out of his mouth. In a continuous, seemingly spontaneous chorus. His hips are open, arching into Gulf, and he's moaning, a sound that's completely delicious in Gulf's opinion.

Hastily he undid his own belt and freed himself, slicking his cock up with lotion and placing it at Mew's stretched hole. As he began to push in, Mew stilled, and Gulf worried. "Is it too much?" No answer. Gulf stopped, pulling back. "Mew?"

"Please keep going," Mew managed, his voice sounding anguished.

"But I don't want to hurt-"

"Not hurting, just stretching so good, baby. I'm not going to be able to sit tomorrow. Have to bring a pillow in from home after you're done fucking me wide open. Please keep going." Mew's hands were scrabbling for purchase on the wooden desk.

He continued, slowly, watching Mew lose his mind underneath him, keeping up the admiration. When he was fully seated, Mew keened, utterly transformed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" he kept mumbling, and Gulf was pretty sure it was a good thing, but-

He leaned over and took Mew's hand. "Mew, squeeze my hand if you're good to go and I can move; let go if you need time, 'okay?"

Mew squeezed his hand. "Fucking move, Gulf."

He smiled as he slowly followed Mew's orders, then slid backwards at the speed of the turtle. Now that he was here, now that he was here, he realized that he wanted to take his time.

That didn't stop Mew from standing against him, trying to make him go faster. "Shhhh," He soothed him, running a hand over Mew's sweaty back before squeezing Mew's ass as he glided home. He wrapped his arms around Mew's hips and sank deeper, safer now that he wouldn't hurt Mew anymore. Beneath him, Mew writhed, stretched, cried. "Such a good job, Mew. You're doing such a good job taking me."

"Faster, Gulf, pleeease ," Mew moaned, reaching around to tug on Gulf's hip and pull him tighter.

"Anything you want," Gulf muttered, picking up speed.

He grabbed both of Mew's hips, pushing Mew against him even as he pushed forward. He leans toward him, feels his orgasm coming, looks for him, and chases after him. He put his arm around Mew's dick as Mew groaned beneath him, voice raspy, and breath on the verge of tears. With a few presses, he pushed the orgasm away from Mew, and Mew erupted into his hand and across the front of the desk. Gulf raised his hand to lick his cock and screamed as Mew's butt clutched his dick. It exploded inside Mew. Mew groaned again, dropped his head on the table in defeat, surrendered, as Gulf pumped him.

When Gulf's mind came back to him, he slowly stepped away from Mew, admiring Mew's pinkish-brown wormhole expanding with only a little of Gulf's milky sperm. He fell to his knees, unable to resist the sight, cleaning Mew with his tongue as Mew groaned above him.

He helped Mew put on his pants again, doing it himself, finding wet towels in the kitchen to clean his desk and floor as Mew sat down in his office chair, looking completely tired, still topless.

Gulf gives him his clothes and rests his hips on the desk. "Come home with me tonight."

Mew bit his lip. "I don't know if-"

"No pressure. You don't have to be the perfect boyfriend. Just...I'd sleep better, knowing you're close by. I always sleep better. But you can say no."

Mew let himself be pulled up, out of the chair, groaning. "I didn't, before, because...well, I was afraid that I'd slip up, spending so much time around you."

"Baby-"

"Wait, let me finish. And I was afraid that the more time I spent around you, and if you just decided to go back to your old type of relationship, if you can call them that, well, I didn't know how I'd survive the broken heart."

Gulf took Mew's hands and leaned into his shoulder. "Thank you for telling me that."

"I'd- I'd like to come back to your place. I sleep better by you, too."

Gulf grabbed his coat from the chair and led them out the door. "How would you feel about your own key? And a drawer or two?"

"Pretty fucking fantastic, to be honest." Mew let out a little relieved laugh and buried his face in Gulf's neck until they had to step onto the elevator.

*** to be continued ***

How's this update. Sorry for being MIA guys.

Keep safe always.

ren 💙