TAKE ON ME [Soramafu]

Chapter 2

A/N : I have work to do idk why am I doing this lel

      Soraru spins around mindlessly in his chair, a hand drawing random shaped in the air. He finds that albino he just hired totally adorable, but being him, he would not say it aloud. The secretary is definitely younger than him, with adorable flushed cheeks and pink lips. His entire appearance reeks innocence, and the way his big, red eyes dart around was like Soraru is a predator, about to eat him alive. The thought of the albino makes him chuckle, and he smirked to himself. 
       He hummed to himself again, frowning a little. "I forgot his phone number...," he mumbles to himself, and he reached for his mobile phone. "Hello?" "Yeah, did the new secretary leave anything.. like his phone number?" He inquired, and the voice on the other side hums a little. "Wait a sec," the voice replies, and puts him on hold. "Oh, yeah, uh, his name is Mafumafu, age 23, and his phone number is..."  Soraru nodded to the words, jotting it down carefully on a used paper. "Thanks," he said, and set the number into his phone, before tested the number by sending a message. 

Hey.

who are you?

your new boss.

how did you get my number?!!

i have ways.

What do you want??

Wear whatever you want to work, make sure it is at least a little formal.

yes..
(message read : 2.45 pm)

           Soraru closed his phone, and laughed quietly to himself. He could picture Mafumafu now, cheeks flushed, and mouth open. Just like how he reacted when he realized that Soraru is the person he shoved away. His mind then drifted to how loose the dress shirt hangs on Mafu's frame, and that because he probably ran all the way here, he was sweating quite a bit, and he can technically be wearing nothing, because Soraru can already see it all.

Above waist, of course.

      Then there is the jeans. How the fuck can Mafu find those sinful jeans, Soraru don't know. It molds exactly to the shape of his legs, hiding almost nothing. He might as well just waltz in wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, better yet, nothing at all, and Soraru would hire him anyways.
          Soraru hums, and stopped spinning around. He stared down at his pants, where a noticeable bulge could be seen easily, and sighs. He pressed the intercom, and instantly, a sweet, childlike voice was heard. "Yeah, Soraru?" "Where are the honorifics, Lon?" He inquired, and a deep sigh could be heard. "What, boss?" He smiled triumphantly, and told Lon to not let anyone in his office for the time being, before escaping to the connected bathroom to let out his.... frustrations.

      Soraru unbuckled his belt, letting it slide to the floor, and pulled his pants and boxers down slightly. He closed his eyes, wrapping a hand around the base of his erection, and begins to move his hand in slow, lazy strokes. He imagines that it wasn't just him masturbating, but Mafumafu was jerking him off, hands around his cock, as they both kissed and their tongues fought for dominance. Soraru begins to move his hand at a faster speed, low moans escaping his lips as he imagines Mafu moaning to every touch Soraru made on his body, and felt himself nearing his high.
      "Oh god, Maf-" his words are cut off as he came, cracking his eyes open again, and seeing that there is, in fact, no Mafumafu in this bathroom with him, all spread out and ready for Soraru to do unimaginable things to him.
      "Fuck..," Soraru sighs, staring at his hand, which was stained with his cum. He walks to the sink to wash his hands and took a few pieces of tissue paper to wipe his mess away, before disposing it by throwing it into the toilet and flushing it. He exited the bathroom and sat back down on his chair, and said through the intercom, "Is there anyone who wants to find me?" Lon's voice floated through the intercom, in a singsong voice, "I already sent him through a few seconds ago~"
       Right after, someone knocked the door, and Soraru buzzed him in, ready to face another grueling meeting.

A/N : 0 to 1000000 real fast ;)

-Aru