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"Maybe you should take a day off too," Tamsy comments in a bored tone, as though he were discussing the weather. The same tone that he always used in all their interactions, even now, when he had his boss bent over his own desk.
There was no doubt in Corvis's mind that, were he able to see it at the moment, the other man's typical bored expression would greet him as well.
"It might be good for you," Tamsy continues, his hand sliding from the upper part of Corvus's back downwards to grip his waist. When he receives no answer, he squeezes once before continuing. "Who knows? Maybe you can spend it with me. Aren't you at least a little curious as to what your subordinate is doing with all his spare time?"
"No." Corvus lies, gritting his teeth. "And you know I can't jus–," Harsh pulling on his hips cut him off, as Tamsy finally fucked into him. The toy, attached to Tamsy’s strap, was one that they had both personally selected– blessedly designed to fit snug inside of Corvus and grind against Tamsy’s clit just right. After nearly fifteen minutes of foreplay and shallow teasing against his entrance, the suddenness of being full turned the rest of the sentence into a groan.
It was a terrible mistake, to let his guard down around that sadistic, conniving employee of his. A terrible mistake, of course, that had Corvus's nails digging harshly into his desk, scraping the plaquer off the wood as his body struggled against the mounting pleasure. One that he had made a million times before.
"Hm? You can't just what..?" Tamsy huffed out, leaning in closer to Corvus's back, long hair brushing against his boss's tensed arms. His hair was the most unkempt part of him in these moments, as he claimed quickies were over with soon enough that he didn't even need to tie back the navy.
And he was right, it never even slightly tangled; representative of Tamsy’s whole sexual disposition. Despite any efforts on Corvus's part in the past, he remained stubbornly put-together when they fucked. Always in control, rarely not physically towering over his boss, and remarkably lucid even at the highest peaks of pleasure. At his most vulnerable, Tamsy still hid the truth of his body away from his supposed ally; unknowingly casting more doubt on himself. Fortunately for him, and unfortunately for Corvus, he always looked good while doing it.
"Tamsy..." What was meant to be annoyance instead came out pathetic, breathy. "Don't...talk if you're not gonna let me talk... too..." Each word was a fight against the motions of the overly-eager man fucking him, as his thrusts and vigor picked up with every whine slipping through.
"Arkha," Tamsy teased, snide smile audible through his tone. "Is this all it takes for you? I wonder if the rest of the world knows how easy you are like this."
Tamsy, expectedly, did not receive much of a reply beyond a scandalized gasp as he moved one hand to rest against Corvus's throat.
"I hope not," Tamsy continued, quieter, like he was telling a secret to an empty room. "Then this won't be anything special between just you and me, Arkha. I don’t… can’t have that."
Later, when they aren't tied together by lust, Corvus will no doubt revert back to frustration at his partner's self-serving nature. Likewise, when Tamsy returns from yet another day off, pristine and unnerving as ever, he will shrug Corvus off as nothing more than his nagging boss. They will fulfill the roles they are expected to, and the empty mutterings of a man far too suspicious to be just human will be simply lust-filled reminiscings.
Corvus will sit in his office, paperwork strewn across the very same desk he is laid upon right now, and ignore the scratches embedded in the wood for the sake of his Cleaners. He will ignore the temptations of a certain slacker, and the suspicion in his heart will be put towards protecting those dearest to him, rather than being tucked away for selfish pleasure. After his mind clears from this, he will become a responsible leader again, that he knows for certain…
But that is later, and as Tamsy pushes Corvus's torso up by the throat to meet his own chest, the responsibilities and expectations of later were but distant ripples in the water.
Now chest to back, the breathy whines laced between Tamsy's words became clear as he continued, "No answer, no promises… Just lost in thought. Hm, I didn’t know our dear leader isn't all-capable."
"Hah... yea, right. You're not stupid." Corvus quips back, tilting his head as Tamsy noses right into the crook of his neck. They can't quite kiss like this– in a position with their full height difference, not facing one another– but Tamsy was never one to properly kiss him anyway. The few times they did were short, violent, things in the throes of pleasure after one mission or another. They bruised, and Tamsy apparently hated being bruised on his precious down-time; even if it was his fault anyway.
"Guilty as charged. After all, if I was an idiot, then our game wouldn't nearly be as fun for you, would it?" Tamsy's hips faltered after a particular angled thrust, and he stilled, burying the toy to the hilt to chase his own pleasure. The miniscule grinding did little to Corvus’s own arousal, but his sometimes-obdedient subordinate made up for it in different ways. Hands roaming, from squeezing his neck, to kneading his breasts, to playfully rubbing against his folds and brushing his clit. "You like being challenged– ha– by someone who's your equal, right?"
Corvus trembled, voice caught in his throat. It was unnatural, the control his partner carried in bedroom matters. Even while Tamsy was unrelentingly chasing his own pleasure, he still kept that untouched air about him. It was unmistakably dangerous, to let a man like that take him like this time and time again, when Corvus himself was rather sensitive. Tamsy, in and out of the bedroom, was mysterious and self-serving and wholly a danger to the Cleaners' integral identity– not to mention their work ethic.
And Corvus, foolishly, let him be all those things. Perhaps he could not even stop it in the first place, perhaps Tamsy would only let him fail.
Equal's an understatement, he wanted to say, echoing the dangerous territory his thoughts were heading. However, the hand on his neck tightened its grip unconsciously, and Tamsy's other hand, once methodically light in its teasing, messily rubbed his clit almost desperately. Any banter vanished from Corvus’s mind as he grinded his hips back against the man behind him, his subordinate inside of him, moaning all the while. Tamsy's own gyrations quickened, along with the barely-there moans that Corvus had grown so, so, addicted to in the past year of their little deal. A tell-tale sign of orgasm, a half-page marking the end of their little hook-up chapter.
The couple’s tension snapped as Tamsy reached his peak, all at once. Corvus had long been acquainted with the signs, the way the other’s body trembled, the uncoordinated jerk of his hips, and the teeth that bit into Corvus wherever they could reach, always drawing pinpricks of blood. They were always there, to remind him that the man who fucked into him was still human after all.
That last action, embarrassingly, was what made the latter so weak to Tamsy's pleading for another night together in exchange for favor. Every time that he let that slacking, suspicious, man bite him like that, he was reminded of what it felt like to be wanted in a way divorced from titles and responsibility. The bruise lasted just long enough for another rendezvous, and although it was likely calculated that way, it was enough.
Tamsy's orgasm momentarily stilled him, but his hand's ministrations against Corvus's own arousal did not cease. In fact, driven by a need to please, or likely something more selfish that language has yet to describe, he worked twice as hard in order for his partner to match his peak.
It did not take long. Tamsy’s hand covered Corvus’s mouth through it, muffling the particularly loud moans as though modesty mattered when the past thirty minutes happened.
They remained that way, tangled and heavy breathing, for only a few seconds more, before Tamsy pulled out delicately. He heaved a sigh, turning Corvus around and helping wipe his body down.
"You should seriously seek a day off with me," Tamsy said, breaking their silence. He silently tossed one cloth away and pulled another to wipe off the now-detached toy and his own nether regions. "It might do you some good, to stop thinking for once.”
"'With you' sounds like a nightmare," Corvus muttered in response, snorting. "I would probably need another day to recover. And then another after that, and then you’d get ideas. I have a job, y'know."
Tamsy smiled tightly, strange and cryptic as ever. "Ah, you saw through my plan... Oh, well."
He pulled on his clothes, dramatically turning so the sleeves flowed with him as he made his way to the entrance of the room. "Next time... I promise you will not think about that part. Goodbye, dearest boss Corvus, rest well.”
The door shut just as quickly as it opened, clicking into place in time for Corvus's exasperated sigh. He leaned back on his desk, blinking at the ceiling.
Truly, what does he even want from me?