The Funtom Company

29: The {NSFW} Company

Naked bodies are naked bodies but as far as naked bodies go, Adrian had quite the alluring one. His clothes glided off of him with ease. They fell to the floor gracefully; he grabbed Vincent's hands, guiding them along his body as if wanting to make sure that Vincent was paying attention to it. There was nothing else to worry about. Not the shooting, not the poisoning, just his body. 

"I've always entertained the idea of steamy office sex," Vincent said. 

"Too bad this isn't a sauna," Adrian sat down on the desk and grabbed Vincent's tie, pulling him forward. "Or it really would be quite steamy." 

"Your ass is on important papers," Vincent observed. He just had to sit on that desk, didn't he? Silly Adrian, trix are for kids. 

"Sue me." 

"Someone's being naughty." Vincent pushed Adrian down on the desk. He glanced at the curtains just to make sure they were closed. He didn't bother checking the door. No one came up here anyway. Adrian spread his legs wide apart and wrapped them around Vincent's waist. Vincent groaned. The wound on his torso still hurt like hell. Adrian wouldn't be able to fix that, but he certainly could distract Vincent from it. 

Vincent took off his tie and gagged Adrian. He was going to tie him up, for the pun of it, but decided against that. Adrian watched as Vincent removed Adrian's legs from his waist and spread them. The man knelt down, slowly, maintaining eye contact. Adrian couldn't tell him no. He couldn't say how disgusting that would be. Unsanitary. Adrian didn't mind giving blowjobs but receiving them was another story. He was the type of person that felt beneath the normal human. It was okay for him to be treated poorly but vice versa was unacceptable. 

It was only in that moment that Vincent understood Lau's feelings. Vincent had always craved power like his friend, but he had never entertained sexual power before. "Your scars really do go everywhere, don't they?" Vincent traced the stitch-like engraving all the way up to Adrian's inner thigh. He watched as Adrian's cock twitched. He could see the conflict in Adrian's eyes. The desperate want to be turned on but the concern about what Vincent would think of him. 

Vincent took off his belt and used it to tie Adrian's wrists to the arm of the office chair. No pun, but still useful. How he managed to do tie Adrian up with a single belt, Adrian had no idea. When Vincent returned to his kneeling position he placed his hands on Adrian's legs and left them there. They were cold to the touch, as if Vincent were a corpse. Adrian hadn't noticed how cold his hands were before this. 

Vincent licked Adrian's shaft. The mere suggestion of Adrian entering Vincent's mouth was enough to get him hard as a rock. He was a simple man. In all honesty he could just get a look from Vincent and that would be enough. The man was too damn attractive. He oozed sex all the time. It was different from the attractiveness of, say, Sebastian for example. Sebastian oozed sex, naturally, but he was less aware of it which made it a bit more innocent. Sebastian was only overpoweringly sexy when he was trying to be. Vincent was a classy bitch and a mind reader. He knew everyone was attracted to him but pretended to be ignorant whilst still making it painfully obvious that he knew. He was a walking challenge to everyone's sexuality. A damned beast. 

"My, my, either you haven't gotten around lately or I've been haunting your dreams," Vincent said. Adrian felt the burning gaze. It embarrassed him. He wanted to tell Vincent that it wasn't the case, but that would be lying. Good thing he couldn't speak. 

Vincent treated Adrian's dick as if it was candy. Adrian wasn't a lollipop, damnit. But it did feel good to be one. He tried not to think about how Vincent's tongue swirled around his tip or how it lightly grazed his slit. The way his teeth lightly pressed against his shaft but not in a painful way, no, Vincent had managed to make it seem like everyone prior to this moment had been doing it wrong their entire lives. 

Adrian's back arched and his head hung over the edge of the desk. He stared out the small opening between the curtains as muffled moans escaped him. His hips threatened to try thrust his cock deeper into Vincent's mouth but Vincent's nails dug into his thighs, warning him against it. 

Adrian came all over Vincent's face. The semen trailed down Vincent's neck and onto his shirt. It was quite a large load which surprised Vincent but confirmed his earlier inclination that Adrian hadn't slept with anyone since him. Quite touching, really. 

Vincent removed the tie keeping Adrian from speaking but promptly turned on his heel to exit the room. "You're just leaving me here?!" Adrian asked. 

"That's what you get for sitting your ass on papers," Vincent winked. "I'm going to take a shower now, and then I'm calling my sons, have fun undoing that belt," Vincent exited the room and waved as he walked. Shit. That's just plain rude. If Adrian hadn't sat on the desk, would they have gone further? He frowned at the idea Vincent would use something so trivial as leverage. 

"Vincent! No! Please come back! I wanna shower with you," Adrian complained. "Vincent? You aren't serious, are you? Vincent? Vincent!"

It took about three hours for Adrian to figure out how to get out of the belt. RIP Adrian. You tried your best, okay sweetie? Everyone knows that.