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Arkha Corvus.
The 6’5 boss of the cleaners, heavily revered by all, or at the very least, most, who know him, certainly force to be reckoned with, lies beneath Tamsy on his office floor. His eyes lidded and glazed over, staring up at him with the exact same urgency as a cinder block.
Tamsy’s rational side briefly wonders why Corvus is letting him do this. He most certainly isn’t the type to give it up to anyone; that much is obvious just from the fact that no one knows his birthday. But then again, Tamsy supposes he isn’t just anyone. He’s a well-known, trustworthy member of Team Eager. Kind and caring to everyone, and no doubt one of the strongest cleaners on the Ground. He must be a damn good actor to have flirted his way into the boss’s personal life. Those overconfident thoughts flood his brain, drowning any rationality he had in the first place.
Tamsy absentmindedly rolls his hips with a grin on his face. ‘Clearly,’ he thinks. ‘I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.’
A heavy sigh interrupts his self-glazing sesh, causing him to look down at a very fed up Corvus. He’s leaning on his elbow while his left hand wraps around Tamsy’s cock, trying to put it in himself. He’s obviously sick of the foreplay, and Tamsy can’t blame him; it’s been about an hour and a half.
Tamsy tsks softly, and moves Arkha’s hand away. “So impatient. How come you get to be the boss?”
“‘Cause we’re in my offic—Would you just put it in already?” Corvus whisper-yells. Tamsy’s sure that, maybe an hour ago, Corvus would’ve been completely docile, ready to relinquish all control, and along with that, all the responsibilities that came from being the boss. Now though, he’s exhausted him with the slow drags of his cock against his entrance.
Alas, Tamsy only likes to tease because Corvus hates foreplay when he really, really wants it.
“Well I’m sorry for wanting to spend a little more time with you. We don’t see each other a lot outside of these little... meetings.” Tamsy laments. It’s not a complete lie; he really does like to spend time with Corvus, as much as it hurts his ego to admit it. However, quality time as boss and subordinate isn’t exactly what he meant by that.
Corvus closes his eyes in annoyance and turns his head to the side in a poor attempt to hide his face. “If you say so. And don’t ‘tsk’ me.”
Tamsy releases an exaggerated sigh, and groans a soft ‘fine.’ It’s tough to keep up the aggravated facade when he sees the half smile on Arkha’s face.
He sticks the tip in and pulls back out, watching how the wet slip of Arkha’s insides makes the head glisten. Wet folds catch the desk light’s yellow glow, making his cunt seem even more heavenly than it already is. He drags against those puffy pussy lips, listening intently as Corvus’s breath catches in his throat. His upper lips part, exposing that cute little tooth gap that had Tamsy hooked when they first met. Both men groan softly when Tamsy’s Prince Albert piercing strokes deeper inside than intended.
Although Tamsy would never admit it, this hardly counts as teasing; It leans more towards admiration, god forbid adoration. He quiets that side of his brain with a new thought; He takes a certain pride in knowing he’s the only one that has had Corvus like this. Well, the only one he knows of, but, probably the only one to make him cry as he came.
“I’m just sayin’,” Corvus mumbles after lying flat on his back, closing his eyes. “You’re the only one who has taken this long.”
Oh?
“As opposed to whom?” Tamsy says, maybe a little too quickly. There’s absolutely no amusement in his face, so he chuckles a bit to ease the unexpected tension. “You didn’t tell me you… got around, Arkha.”
Corvus looks alarmed for half a second before smiling abashedly.
“Ah.. slip of the tounge. That’s just how comfortable you make me, Tamsy,” He runs a hand through Tamsy’s hair, his hand coming back up to cradle his face. “Feels like I can say anything.”
Tamsy averts his gaze, feeling incredibly withdrawn all of a sudden. This is not jealousy. The new information just caught him off guard! Corvus having slept with someone before Tamsy should have been obvious. He’s a good-looking guy, and, he's a gentleman. Yeah, the bar is in hell, but that's the best deal you’ll find on the ground. Regardless, Tamsy feels that overwhelming urge to claim what isn't his crawl up into his throat. He takes Corvus’s hand from his cheek and pins it at his side. “Mm. Flattery won’t get you out of this one, I fear.”
Corvus huffs and shrugs gently, while putting his other hand behind his head. “I have needs, just like anyone else. It’s not like you know them or anything.” There's an uptick in Corvus’s voice at the end of that sentence. He sounds amused, as if it’s normal to be running around, fucking anyone who looks at you right. Briefly, Tamsy wonders about the “them” part. The thought of Arkha sleeping with different people one at a time was already enough to melt his brain. He hoped Corvus wasn’t the type to have multiple partners, but then again, he clearly didn’t know the guy. ‘Shuddup’ Tamsy hisses at his long-gone mind. He rubs his eyes with his free hand, the stupid desk light suddenly becoming too much.
“Sorry Tamsy. I didn’t know you wanted to be exclusive fuck-buddies. Are you upset?”
Tamsy leans forward until they’re chest to chest, his cock still sliding against the folds of Arkha’s pussy. His face, devoid of emotion, stared back at Corvus. Of course, on the inside, he was on the verge of explosion. When all else fails, fall back onto your overinflated ego, right?
‘Hm. Upset isn’t the word. If I had known you’d been spreading your legs for anyone on the ground, I would have never even bothered, slut.
Let me ask you a question, Arkha. How many times have you stumbled back into your office after satisfying your “needs,” Hm? One cock isn’t enough for you, is it? How many do you take at once? Lord knows a slut like you doesn’t use condoms; No, you like it raw. You like to feel their loads filling you, huh? You don’t deserve my cock. You’re filthy. You’re mine.’
“I didn’t know you were the jealous type, Tamsy.” Corvus pants quietly. The obvious arousal brings Tamsy back to reality and he puts two and two together.
‘Maybe I’m not as good of an actor as I thought.’ Tamsy thinks.
“You heard that.” He mumbles.
“I did. You were right in my ear.” Corvus plays with the strands of navy that fell forward, waiting for Tamsy to process his thoughts. Patience sure is a virtue.
After some time passes, Tamsy manages to utter the ultimate question. “Is it true?”
“Maybe. I don’t see how it’s any of your business, Tamsy.” Corvus replies, barely concealing the smirk in his voice. He’s just teasing now; a form a payback for the last hour and a half.
“You’re completely right,” Tamsy starts.
‘I can’t reverse time,’ He thinks. ‘But I can be better than anyone else he’s ever had. Make him wanna come back. Make ‘im mine.’
“But tell me this, dearest boss.” Tamsy punctuates the end of that sentence by shoving his entire length inside of Corvus, the smirk he held just a second ago replaced with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
“Can they make you scream like I do?” Corvus (accidentally, I’m sure) releases a moan louder than intended, and goes to cover his mouth.
Tamsy tsks again, and lifts Corvus’s right leg onto his shoulder, before pinning his other hand to the floor. “You don’t want them to hear me breed you?” Tamsy asks, with a tone so innocent it felt like he was back in grade-school. He pulls out until only the tip is left inside, and slams back into Arkha’s poor cervix. His cunt can’t help but gush all over the appendage. 8 inches, and he felt every single one.
“Naa…” Corvus pants. “Mmph.. No..” “Kids are downstairs.” He grits out, and clenches down when Tamsy grinds his cockhead against his womb.
“Ah, right. Unfortunate. Maybe next time, hm?” Tamsy’s voice falters as he picks up the pace. He releases one of Arkha’s hands to play with the swollen clit in front of him. He feels the pulse coming from the bundle of nerves underneath his fingers, as he rolls it between his pointer and middle finger. The mewls of the man underneath him make it difficult to pull himself away.
The overstimulation of the throbbing cock inside of him and the nimble fingers playing with his clit nearly take Arkha over the edge. He feels the tears welling up in his eyes when Tamsy takes his hand away. Still thrusting vigorously, he forces Arkha’s unfocused gaze onto him.
“You’ve been good so far. Do you think you deserve my cum?” Tamsy stares, wide eyed. His flushed face and the sweat rolling down his temple a tale-tell sign that it was a rhetorical question. Corvus takes his right leg from Tamsy’s shoulder with his free hand and pins it to his chest. Anything to make it go deeper. “Ngh, yeah— Yes! Please don’t pull ou—ahH!” Tamsy’s hand smacks his puffy clit, instantly sending Corvus flying into a blissful, fucked-out state. His pussy squirts and clenches around Tamsy’s thick cock, making his eyes roll back into his head.
Luckily, or unluckily, Tamsy doesn’t stop thrusting, or smacking his clit. He’s hit with waves of pleasure, again, and again, until he feels that familiar fullness inside his no longer empty womb. Tamsy’s hips stutter, then still against him. His spend seeping out of Corvus’s overstuffed pussy. They’re both panting, sweating skin sticking to each other, making it hard to bask in the after glow.
Tamsy practically collapses on top of him, nipping at his earlobe after his breathing evens out. “Only with me, from now on, yes?” He mutters. Long white strands conceal his face, but that tomato-red nose is enough of a sign that he’s embarrassed. Cute.
“Mhm, only you.” Corvus smiles, he runs his fingers through the silky-soft hair, sorting out some of the tangles that had formed during their rendezvous.
‘Clearly,’ Corvus thinks. ‘I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.’