Butterfly-free

Chapter 2

Shisui sat in the last meeting for the year. Although he was in the blue-walled room, a whiteboard projected with all kinds of graphs, his mind was not there. Regardless, he had trained his mind years ago to pick up specific terms.

"...year has been immensely profitable..."

His hair was so long, and somehow, always silky. Fistfuls of silk, it would frame his face like a curtain made from the blackest night.

"...beat our competitors in growth by a fifteen percent increase in sales..."

The black hair was a stark contrast to his milky skin. Like his hair, his skin was smooth– addictive...flawless. Shisui remembered the feel of that milky gold under his coarse hands. He was afraid of scratching it – that's just how smooth it was.

"...various expenditure costs lowered..."

It was always a routine, Shisui knew. A routine that appealed to him. He would devour Itachi – feel that milky skin, grab those precious black locks... and ram deep inside the long-haired man. Itachi was always so tight, his moans were tattooed on Shisui's mind. He could still hear them now – blissful. And those moans always drove Shisui faster. Admittedly he got rough sometimes yet Itachi still found that pleasurable, and that... that drove Shisui insane. Buried deep inside Itachi, his cock throbbing every time a moan was released from those sinful lips, as the older male grabbed Itachi's hair, yanking his head back to hear those moans clearer. The sex was just so good.

"...several new high profile clients..."

The talks after they were done fucking were also interesting. Shisui could tell Itachi enjoyed those too. It started with mundane questions – what one another thought of the rain, their favourite colours, their hobbies... Itachi revealed that he loved playing chess. Shisui could tell, Itachi was brilliant. It came as no surprise that the pale man loved exercising his mind. And it came to no surprise to Itachi, it seemed, that Shisui enjoyed spending hours at the gym. Itachi had told him so as his dainty finger traced Shisui's abs. When he did that, Shisui's body acted of its own accord and tensed, flexing the muscle as if Itachi had woken it up. And that was also part of the routine; Itachi would absentmindedly touch any part of Shisui's body and the older male would grow hard and fuck Itachi again. He would pin Itachi's pretty wrists above the silky haired man's head, look him in the eyes and keep up a quick pace of ramming inside of him. Keeping eye contact as Itachi mewled and whimpered at the absolute dominance. After, he would remember how pretty Itachi's wrists were. He would remember how Itachi enjoyed chess.

"...puts our predicted trajectory at an eleven percent increase next year..."

It was remembering the sheer intelligence of the beautiful, long-haired man that brought Shisui to the bookstore, purchasing the most expensive chess book he could find. Once obtained, he would leave it on Itachi's desk. Itachi would tell him, on one of their phone calls that Shisui didn't need to buy him presents. Shisui would always encourage Itachi to take it – he could tell Itachi liked the gifts. He remembered those pretty, dainty wrists as bare, and so he bought a leather bracelet, just a little less expensive. He would do so to try to appeal more to Itachi's taste. Itachi really liked the leather bracelet, he had told Shisui as much after their next... meeting. Shisui never told Itachi how expensive the gifts he bought were. If he had, he knew Itachi would've refused them, being too kind to accept anything costly despite Shisui's status. But knowing how much the bracelet cost as he traced Itachi's arms with his palm, the long-haired man's body naked but for Shisui's gift, turned larger man on immensely. He thought Itachi deserved expensive things.

Now there could be no 'next meeting'.

Now it had ended.

"And with that, I want to wish you all happy holidays. There will be a Christmas year-end party, should any of you feel like partaking in the occasion", the dull voice reported and then sat down.