C.E.O x C.E.O

Ch. 9 - Enemies With Benefits

Desperation makes you do stupid things, sure, but this is beyond stupid. This is Dmitri Reen, the man who floods the newspapers when he's spotted leaving the hotel with a mysterious woman, the man who relentlessly teases him for whatever reason, who's a menace to him and his company. This is a man he's sworn to hate for a long time, who gets on his nerves when he enters the room, the man who'd inherited his million-dollar company and guards it well.

And that man has him pinned against the wall of a cheap motel room on a whim, hands with a mind of their own, lips colliding against his, slow yet needy, till he slips his tongue in. It sends him huffing. He can't believe it. He can't believe he's doing this. This is so stupid. So stupid that he wants to keep going, and see what happens.

Dmitri starts undressing him, wandering hands now unbuttoning his shirt.

James doesn't want him to be the only one getting undressed. There's no fun in that. So his hands travel up Dmitri's arms, stopping at his collar, and a finger is all it takes for his tie to come right off. He moves from button to button. Until Dmitri's shirt is completely parted, and James runs his hands up the other man's chiseled body, each touch making him more ratty, more eager, his slacks growing tighter.

"Oh?" Dmitri hums against his lips. "Someone's impatient."

"You're just too slow," He slips his own top off. "Seems like you're all bark and no bite."

He smirks, then hooks his hands beneath James' knees, hoisting him up. "I'll show you."

Dmitri's lips attack his neck next. It began with kisses before his teeth grazes his skin. "Fuck..." James murmurs as he feels Dmitri suck in bruises into his skin that his future self will have to worry about. But not his current self. His current self is only thinking about what Dmitri has in store for him. He wraps his arms around Dmitri's neck, pulling him closer, letting the bruises take their place.

Dmitri then carries him to the bed. Plopping him down, immediately does Dmitri's hands fall on James' belt, undoing them, then pulling his slacks off, exposing his lower half, from his slender legs to his naughty bits.

Suddenly, James feels a little shy, putting his knees together. He doesn't know what came over him. Maybe it's seeing Dmitri like this, in a way he's never seen him before. Or being nude in front of someone like him, undressed by him no less. It's all so new, so different. He never would've expected the night to turn out like this.

"Hey now, a little too late for that, ain't it?" Dmitri says, hooking his hands beneath James' knees again and promptly spreading his legs apart. "Keep them open," He kisses his thigh. James' breath hitches. "Yer so much hotter like this."

"I hate you," James says, his face flushing red. "Will you stop teasing me and get it over with?"

Dmitri chuckles, getting it over with he does, when he presses a lubed up finger into his ass without warning.

"A-ah-!" James yelps. It happened so suddenly, so quickly. And it happened so well. Dmitri inserts another finger into him before he could properly process what was happening. James' voice begins to lose its composure, trembling as his bed partner fingers him loose, prepping him for the rest of the night. Oh, he can tell the man's experienced. Each stroke is staggering. Had this been what he's missing out on whilst wasting his time on their rivalry?

"Heh," Dmitri's grin only seems to widen, proud of himself that James is making those noises because of him. "I'm startin' to think ya like it when I tease ya."

"O-oh, do I...?" James doesn't know the answer himself. Maybe he does and doesn't want to admit it because the look on Dmitri's face were he to ever admit it out loud will spark something in him that might just end up in him choking the bigger guy.