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George had been stuck on his work for an hour now, unable to get anywhere with the development of new fighting equipment for Blue Bird, his mind only drawing a complete blank for any new ideas. He sighed, throwing his head back in the chair and spun around in it, hoping it would somehow get the gears in his brain turning again. Not being able to work on Rider belts could be so incredibly boring, so uninspiring . He had to admit, he really missed the time he was working at Fenix, being able to indulge in his fixation and chug out vistamps on a weekly basis. If only the company hadn't been run by such rotten people, he’d still have his dream job...
His thought was cut short by the loud jingle of his ringtone. He picked up the phone to look at the screen.
The screen lit up with large, white letters, spelling Hiromi Kadota’s name. He smiled. Finally, some well-needed distraction. He picked up.
“Heeeey, Hiromi. Did you see today’s morning routine video?” he asked, completely ignoring the possible reason he could have called for in the first place. He could hear Hiromi huff on the other end.
“Yes, actually. Why are you still making those?” he sighed.
Straight to the point. George liked that.
“It’s like a diary, I suppose. I like being on top of whatever’s been up lately.” He wore a smug smile as he spoke. “And for you, of course.”
George knew from the silence alone that Hiromi was blushing. He wished he could see his expression right now. If only they were using video calls, instead...
“You know I’m at work when you send me those. It’s... disorienting.” Hiromi sounded conflicted when he spoke. It made George smile wider.
He’d slowly started making the videos more... spicy, recently, hoping to bait Hiromi enough to get some alone time between the two of them during the work hours. What’s wrong with a little break on the lunch hour, if it meant fucking your boyfriend in the nearest office? Or the dressing room. Or a cleaning closet. It was such an exciting thought, to have Hiromi to himself in such a risqué environment. What was even more exciting, however, was to try to have Hiromi initiate something like that between them. He rarely had the aggressiveness to suggest trying anything new, at least not the way George did. He exhaled through his nose, trying to ease his breathing that had picked up due to his imagination.
“Hmm? Then, you don’t like them?” he said, pretending to be clueless about Hiromi’s reaction.
“I do... It’s just...” He sighed. “You’re really testing my patience like that.”
George sneered. “Oh? Testing how?” He twirled his hair with his free hand, pretending Hiromi could see his playful gesture.
“You know what I mean.” His voice was lower now, implying there could be someone within earshot. The thought only excited George more. He could then hear how Hiromi closed a door behind him, likely entering another room for privacy.
Good.
“You should tell me, though, otherwise I won’t know what you mean,” George egged him on. He leaned back on his chair a little, getting into a more comfortable position.
The phone output crackled when Hiromi exhaled loudly into the speaker. It made him chuckle under his breath.
“You...” Hiromi sighed before finishing his sentence, seemingly giving up on whatever resistance he still had left. “How am I supposed to think about anything else when you keep sending me videos of yourself, doing things like...that...” There was a pause. “I want you so bad right now, George.”
George shivered from the way his name left Hiromi’s lips. He sounded so needy, just like he wanted him to. He was always so honest, it never took him much to coax him into playing along. You could almost call him obedient, with the way he always ended up playing to George’s tune, even when he initially resisted his ideas.
“Hmmm, finally being honest, are you?” He hummed, thoughtlessly thumbing the button of his pants. He couldn’t be too rash, otherwise the suspense he’d built up so carefully could collapse, his hard work of rousing Hiromi going to waste. “How do you want me, Hiromi? Tell me.”
There was a noise at the other end, a barely audible moan. George licked his lips in anticipation.
“In the shower... standing up.” He shuddered at his demanding tone. “I want you where you always think about me, every morning, when you film yourself.” Hiromi spoke in a low voice, still mindful of his surroundings, even as he was spitting out words most unsuited for work. The mental image of Hiromi palming himself in a locker room, on the phone, while whispering dirty things to him made him twitch in his pants. As if to reflect his thoughts, he touched himself, feeling the hot, heavy weight already present through the fabric. He sighed pleasantly.
“Mmm... I like that. No clothes to get in the way... You look so good when you’re wet, too.” George purred, giving himself a squeeze between sentences. “I’m always ready for you, Hiromi... You know that, don’t you?” He was now reaching for his zipper, pulling it down just to give himself a bit more room to work with.
Hiromi let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Yes... You always are. I don’t even have to prep you, you’re always so willing to go... I can just push inside in one go, that’s how eager you are.” George moaned softly in agreement. “You’d like that, if I pushed right into you raw, wouldn’t you?”
George’s leg twitched as he imagined Hiromi forcing himself inside him raw, stretching his insides despite the initial prep. He liked when it hurt a little, at first; there was no sense of accomplishment if it didn’t. He was used to his size already, but going raw always gave things a little more edge. He’d really have to focus on relaxing around him, if he wanted to take all of him at once. He hummed in a low tone, hand now disappearing into his underwear.
“ Yes, I want you inside of me, Hiromi...” he sighed, giving himself a few slow strokes while he spoke. “You fill me up so well, it feels amazing. I want more of you. Right now.” He had to pull himself out of his underwear to continue stroking, his hard-on now fully erect, unable to fit its restraints anymore. He thought about how the sound of water would rumble in his ears in the shower, how his hot skin would feel pressed against the cold tiles. The way Hiromi’s hands would feel on his back while he tried to soothe him, while his cock pushed harshly into him. How his legs would shake as they forced him to stay upright, how the skin would tingle when Hiromi would slap him on the ass. He quivered at the thought.
“You feel so good around me, George,” Hiromi groaned. He was quite clearly starting to lose himself in the fantasy, too. “I won’t be gentle, so...” A groan escaped him. “Prepare yourself.”
George couldn’t help but moan for an answer. Hiromi rarely spoke dirty in the bed, which made it all more mind-blowing to have him moan into his ear like this - and at work hours, too. He held onto his cock while listening to him, feeling the hot pulsations on his fingers.
“Don’t be gentle, Hiromi. Fuck me raw, fuck me so hard I’ll see stars,” he begged, keeping his hand still on his member, fighting the need to stroke himself, not before he knew Hiromi was ready to mentally fuck the daylights out of him. He squeezed himself just a little too hard for comfort, trying to keep the edge off.
Hiromi moaned on the other end. “God, George...” His voice faded, then returned back clearly, likely making adjustments to holding his phone. “I’ll fuck you hard enough that your neighbors will know what kind of slut you are, too.” He whispered, voice shaky from arousal.
George bit his lip. He knew Hiromi saved these kinds of things for their fantasies, knowing perfectly well he would be too embarrassed to have his neighbors look him in the eye when leaving for work. But damn if it was hot; the thought of Hiromi flaunting him, making knowing eye-contact with people who had just listened to George scream out his lungs from the pleasure the previous night. He let out a purposefully lustful moan, wanting to let Hiromi know how much he enjoyed himself. He could hear him echo his moan on the phone, more weak and feeble than his own.
“Yes, I’m your slut, Hiromi,” he said eagerly, now starting to stroke himself again with more intention, “I’ll do anything to have you, so come on, wreck me! I love it when it’s you, just...” he gasped, a spike of pleasure shooting through his spine as he kept stroking, “ Please, fuck me.”
Hiromi groaned into his ear, clearly agreeing on what George begged for. He could not see him, but he could hear how his breathing picked up, how something metallic echoed in the background (he guessed it was Hiromi hitting himself against a locker) when he moaned. How he was coming apart, more and more with each passing moment.
“George...” he whispered between moans “You feel so good... so good...” His words were slurring, but he was still focused on his voice, still quietly begging for George to keep talking. He would let him have it today. After all, he had already done such an agreeable job by now.
“Fuck, yes. So good, Hiromi...” His eyelids were trying to force themselves shut, trying to make him get lost in the sensation. But he didn’t want it to end yet. He wanted to play more, wanted to have Hiromi on the edge of his seat until the very end. “Your cock feels so good inside me... You’re just the way I love, ah, mm, so big... Don’t stop, keep fucking me,” he stuttered, his words dripping with ecstasy.
Hiromi only moaned in return, seemingly having given up on forming sentences, instead dropping George’s name between every few moans. George couldn’t be satisfied with just that, though. He needed him to make the last push, to properly finish what they had started.
“Hiromi... tell me, what do you want?” he demanded, his hand still firmly wrapped around his member as he twisted and turned his fist around it. He imagined Hiromi’s face; how he was flush all the way down to his neck, how his mouth hung open, how his wet hair was stuck to his forehead while they were still fucking in that shower. How he looked like he was begging for George to bring him to climax, just from his words only. But this was a two-man job, and Hiromi would have to put in the work, too, even when he looked so desperate like that.
He could hear Hiromi gasp, as is trying to figure out how to speak again. “I want to... make you... come...” His voice was starting to lose its grip, but the intention was still there; he wanted to come with George, not alone.
George smiled. “Then... tell me, how are you going to make me come?” he questioned him, guiding his words, “Tell me how you’re going to wreck me, Hiromi.”
Hiromi moaned, trying to phrase words on the other end. “I’ll... fuck you hard against the wall,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath between the strokes “I’ll smash your body against it... press myself up... against you... so you’ll have nowhere to run... while I fuck you... ah... senseless.”
George let out a soft whimper. It was just how he wanted to be taken, rough and unforgiving. He wanted to have his cock slap against the wall where Hiromi pushed him against it, the contrast of the cold wall and his hot body pressed against him driving him crazy. He’d reach out behind him, trying to desperately get more contact out of him, but it’d be useless. Hiromi would just pin him harder between himself and the wall, and he would whine in utter bliss, the pressure only bringing him closer to climax.
“Yes....” he whispered, head hanging back in ecstasy. “I won’t go... anywhere... so just, ah, fuck me up...” His eyes were starting to blur from how close he was getting, but he didn’t want to finish, not before he heard Hiromi do so first. He bit his lip to fight off the climax.
“I’m... going to come... inside... George...” he grunted, the edge of his voice quickly giving up on him.
George brushed his thumb across his tip, forcing a feeble moan out of himself. He was gripping his phone in the other hand, trying to focus enough to keep the hold, while his other hand worked him ever so closer to the finish line.
“Yes! Fill me up, Hiromi! I want all of it, make me cum, please!” He was lost by now, hand working fast around the tip to bring himself to the finish. Just a few more strokes...
Hiromi moaned so loudly into his ear it cut right through his mind. He listened intently to the other man at the end of the line, who was now making a choking noise, quickly coming undone from his words. And oh, how wonderful he sounded.
“George... I-I'm, I’m coming, I’m-" Hiromi cut himself off with another loud moan, which in turn pushed George off the edge, his eyes crossing as he finally hit the climax. His eyelids fluttered shut and he gasped loudly into the phone, seed spilling into the fist that worked his tip at an unforgiving pace.
“FUCK, YES!” he shouted, the ecstasy pushing the last of his peak out of him through his lungs. He threw his head back, taking in the pleasure that shot through his body as he came hard. His body heaved and his legs trembled, and it felt so, so good, the satisfaction making its way through every crevice of his body, as he slowly started coming down from the climax. He was still barely hanging onto the phone, only his thumb and forefinger supporting it where it lay on his shoulder next to his ear.
He sat upright again, wincing when his leg protested against the sudden change of posture. He took the phone back into his hand, sighing in satisfaction as he let his body relax against the chair properly, bathing in the post-orgasm bliss. The silence was broken when Hiromi was finally back on the line.
“I’m coming over today. Call me when you’re done at work.” he said firmly, voice once again steady and formal, as if nothing had happened. George chuckled. He already expected as much.
“ Alright, Honey. See you tonight then. We can take a shower together, right?”
Hiromi stuttered something incoherent into the phone, then hung up suddenly.
George couldn’t help but wonder if someone had almost walked in on him. He let out a mischievous giggle at the thought. Of course, he would deny any involvement, would the situation come to that. He was a professional, after all.
Now, where did he keep those tissues again?