Connecting hollows (Tobirama x Madara)

18. Office door (Tobirama)

I felt his wet face on my lashes.

His lips tasted like his lips on my lips, his chest like his chest against my chest, his hair like his hair in my hand, his heart like his heart in my soul.

"Should I lock the door?" he asked.

"Shut up", I said, not to take command him in any way but because every second spent talking was a second less spent kissing.

I did not lock the door; I didn't care.

I backed him up against the wall and pressed my groin to his, my hand protectively on the back of his head to provide some cushioning. He moaned into my mouth, wrapped one leg around mine. I was already erect to the skies, every part of me screaming to be inside this man. Yet, I couldn't stop kissing him. He opened his mouth to mine willingly, and I tasted the tip of his tongue. He clung to the arms of my jacket, and I started unbuttoning his shirt.

Somehow, we managed to have him completely naked in front of me within thirty seconds despite our desperate making out, but I took no time undressing myself, except for the police hat which I realised had fallen off at some point without me noticing. But his hands went to my stomach, slid down until he had unbuttoned my trousers, revealed the only part of my skin that was truly fucking necessary.

He jumped up in my embrace and I grabbed his bare thighs with one hand, using the other to guide myself inside of him, pressing him up against the wall to take some of the weight off. When I slid inside of him, he leaned his head back and moaned.

I had planned on being careful and loving with him, but my fierce lover had no such intentions. He started moving, at first in soft waves, then in jumping movements. I did my everything to match his craze, gritting my teeth, hissing at him...

And I looked at him, and he looked at me, and not once did we lose that eye contact while he continued to jump my dick.

When I couldn't stand the lack of control in that position anymore, I put him down on the floor, pulled him harshly with me to my desk. There, I bent him over, grabbed a fistful of his hair to create a lovely arch in his back for me, and did him from behind. He leaned his face down into the desk, and I realised that he would soon not be able to be discrete anymore, so I lay one hand over his mouth, subdued his screams, hissed as he bit my hand and took the opportunity to shove my fingers into his mouth, press his tongue down to quieten him while fucking him all the while.

I felt myself start to tremble, and Madara felt it, too, and had me stop.

"What!?" I asked hardly, but this time, my harshness had nothing to do with anger directed at him, but was only play.

"Let me lead", he said.

I frowned. But when he turned to me, his tall, still strong but now lankier body so enticing, I knew I had nothing to set against this man; I was his slave. He just had to put a light hand on my chest for me to sink down on my knees for him.

He straddled me, put one leg on either side, grabbed my chin harshly with one hand, my dick with the other. His gaze on me was so intense, so close, his smile so wicked that I felt the need to look away.

I didn't. And I was praised, because his face when he once more melted over me was delicious.

He jumped me like a madman. I had no chance on shutting him up now, and I found I didn't give a fuck. Even if I lost my job because I was fucking in my office, I wouldn't regret it. I just held on to his delicious waist as he cast his head back, his now-longer black hair billowing behind him, and moaned.

He came first, covering me in his cum. I had no idea how I had held on for so long without coming myself, but I think it was because I really, really didn't want to, not before him. But as he slowed down into soft waves above me, I grabbed his face with both hands connected our foreheads and kissed him as I came inside of him, too. I hugged him close, so close, hiding my face on his shoulder, my own shoulders shaking from crying. His body went limp in my arms, and I carefully placed him on the floor.