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Maybe they were a little bit drunk, enough to make them to enjoy each other's company, and a little handsy. Or at least Clyde was for sure. He shouldn't have had the second drink or the third that he was currently nursing, but it had been a long damn day. Sue him for wanting some stress relief. Relief that didn't involve Easterman, his little trysts with the director were fun but they could never be simple. Always some complicated drawn out bullshit, fun bullshit but bullshit nonetheless. He found Scarfiotti's company irritating as a colleague, thought him high strung and grating with ideas above his station in Murkoff's hierarchy. Outside of work hours he found him funny and sort of charming in a nettlesome way. It helped that he had a few drinks in him.
They were sharing a drink at Clyde's kitchen table. He was nursing a scotch and the other man had wheedled him into pouring him a glass of wine. A red that Clyde had been saving for a special occasion, but was growing less and less convinced that it would ever come around. So why not? What was more special than having a tall, good looking man asking to have a drink after hours? Not much in Clyde's life as of late. And Moses was good looking, in an effortless and rumpled sort of way. Dark, nearly black, curls that he could never seem to wrangle into submission, a mustache and beard that depending on the day leaned more towards scruffy than professional. A roman nose and strong jaw that off set lidded deep brown eyes and lent definition to a face that would otherwise be unremarkable. It gave him the affect of a disorganized professor that freshmen swooned over instead of paying any real attention to. All he was missing was a pair of glasses to peer over.
Across the small scuffed, oak dinning table Moses was filling him in on the latest office gossip. Which was, as always, startlingly raunchy and melodramatic. People sleeping around, scorned lovers taking petty revenges, a truly inexcusable amount of researchers getting high on their own supply. Luckily for them Murkoff wasn't exactly known for it's safety regulations, or a robust H.R. department. It was entertaining to say the very least. There were no shortage of scandals brewing and only a matter of time before they breached the surface.
Currently he was tipsily regaling him a story of someone's secretary shacking up with a guard. Apparently they'd been walked in on and since it'd been a quiet few months it had spread around Sinyala like wildfire. Clyde didn't like to admit it but he did love a good bit of gossip. He couldn't help it, it was entertaining. He wouldn't be as near as good at his job if he didn't.
"Isn't one of them married?" Clyde asked, taking a sip of his drink. The alcohol burned his tongue and the back of his throat.
"Yes, I think the guard is. Though I think they've been on the rocks for awhile now." He answered, tapping at the edge of his glass. There was a small wine stain at the corner of his mouth.
"Do you think they'll fire the girl?"
"No, I mean if they did they'd have to fire about a quarter of the staff. They have us all cooped up here anyway. Things are bound to happen." If Scarfiotti knew what was going through his head he didn't let on. The other man's glass was almost empty and he could see the flush blooming across his cheeks. Clyde wasn't faring much better.
God, he wanted to get his hands on him. Slip his hands under his shirt, push him down against the couch or up against the wall. Kiss that wine stain clean.
"I forget you're not married are you?" Moses asked, before lifting his glass to his lips. He watched the movement hungrily, taking in the way his throat bobbed.
"No."
He'd been caught staring and Moses flushed deeper, hands fiddling on the table. "You know Moses, I've heard quite a bit about you. Though funnily enough not a single stroy involving a woman." His tone was still teasing, but the other man got even redder in the face and looked away. The look on his face caught somewhere between embarrassment and fear. An expression that Clyde could get used to, though he doubted Moses would ever let him play that rough. A man could dream. Still it didn't change that he wanted him, wanted him anyway Scarfiotti would let him have him.
Moses balked, spluttered and eventually settled on a croaking out an indignant squeak. With a grin he pushed himself up, if a bit unsteadily, and made his way around to loom over the other man. "It's alright Moses, I won't tell." He all but purred, on hand braced against the table steadying him.
The other man looked up at him with glassy eyes, obviously nervous but he held Clyde's gaze. He eventually looked down with a hard swallow and shifted in seat. "So you've heard about that." He mumbled.
"Who hasn't?"
"Don't mock me Clyde. Did you just invite me over to drag that out?" Moses snapped.
Clyde couldn't help but laugh. His head snapped up and he glared at him. He wondered how angry he would have to make Moses for him to rough him up. "No, no." He was still laughing. "I'm much more creative than that."
"Then why bring it up?"
"Maybe, I'm looking for a… Like minded individual." He leaned forward in his space. On the table their hands were close enough their fingers brushed. The slight pressure stirring excitement in the pit of his stomach. Cautiously, like comforting a spooked horse, he brushed his thumb against the back if his hand. They were so close that he could feel the heat of Moses' breath against his face. Both of them were only waiting for the other to look away.
Moses lost, eyes darting to the side and Clyde grinned wolfishly. When he didn't pull away from his hand, he leaned in even further daring him to push him away. The other man made a quiet sound, trapped animal eyes darting to the side desperate for an escape. He held himself there watching Moses squirm and try to muster the courage to do something.
"Come on now, I thought you were a man of action?" Clyde teased. That finally earned him a reaction. Moses grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down so he could smash their faces together. He nipped at his bottom lip and slid a hand around his waist, hauling him to his feet. He could taste the wine still on his lips, and licked into his mouth chasing the taste. Moses moaned into his mouth, a hand slid into his hair. Clyde backed them up against the wall of the kitchen. A hand groped his ass and he made a quiet sound. Grinding against Moses he could feel his straining cock against his hip. They broke apart panting, Clyde rolling his hips against him. The faint pinkish smudge from the wine was still staining the corner of his mouth.
"Like minded? That what you call this?" Moses panted, though he didn't remove his hand from his ass.
"What would you rather call it?" He taunted.
"I'd call you a fag."
Clyde laughed again. "Likewise. You're enjoying this an awful lot."
"God, just get on with it." Moses snapped, grinding his hips against him. He slipped a hand up underneath his shirt and felt his back tense and then relax again.
"Are you always this impatient?" He was still steadily rocking his hips up against him and watching his brows knit together as he tried to choke back an embarrassing sound. The hand fisting in the fabric of Moses' shirt slipped down towards his belt. Moses made a quiet sound and dug his fingers into his back.
"Shut up." Moses groaned, hips canting up into his touch. He reached up and kissed him again, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Moses opened his mouth for him eagerly, and tightened his grip on his hair. Tugging roughly and Clyde moaned at the tingles of sensation spreading along his scalp. He let him up for air and kissed the corner of his mouth, his free hand fumbled with his belt and slipped his beneath the waistband of his trousers. Through the thin cotton of his underwear he palmed his half hard cock. He gasped hips twitching forward into his hand.
Moses tugged on his hair again and let his head fall back against the wall. It gave him access to mouth along the sensitive skin there. He nipped at the spot just beneath his ear and felt him shudder and choke back a gasp. Moving down he sucked a bruise where his jaw met his neck, and dug his nails into his back. The hand on his ass moved to clutch at his shoulder as Moses ground against him.
"You know, if you could be quieter hardly anybody would know about you and your gentleman callers." Clyde needled, dragging his teeth along his neck.
"I don't feel you complaining," He shot back, making a point to grind his thigh against Clyde's clothed dick. Despite himself Clyde groaned and his hips jerked forward into the touch. Moses laughed and in response he dug his nails deeper into his back. Above him the other man grimaced and made another sound.
"Notice that I've got the foresight to do this back in my apartment." Clyde grumbled against his neck.
"Real classy, you've still got your hands down my pants against the wall." He taunted. His grip in his hair tightened and he bent to kiss him sloppily. Clyde's snarky comeback was lost to the other's hungry mouth. When he felt teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip he moaned wantonly, he brushed his thumb over the head of his cock and then moved to squeeze the shaft. The noise Moses made was high, almost girlish.
He was right. Clyde was enjoying the sounds he was making. Delighting in each breathy moan and whine, as his hands groped along his body to see what places made him sing.
"I poured you a few glasses of wine, didn't I?" Clyde protested, moving to kiss neck again.
"Reluctantly, very reluctantly." Moses corrected, digging his nails into his shoulder. "Fuck, at least move to the couch." The words had a needy edge to them. Clyde ground his palm against his clothed dick and watched as his brows drew up and his mouth fell open in a moan.
"Alright, since you're such a princess," He groused, pulling away. Before Moses could catch his breath, he reached up and yanked him forward by his rumbled tie. Moses yelped and stumbled after him as he led him further into the apartment.
Roughly he shouldered open the door into a spartan and neatly kept bedroom. He didn't let Moses look around before he was shoving him down onto the bed. The other man grunted but willingly let himself be pressed down against the bed and let Clyde settle himself between his thighs. Eagerly Moses started to undo the buttons of his shirt, he slipped his hands underneath it as he went. His hands were warm and he drug his nails along his ribs deliciously. Clyde sighed in pleasure, and grabbed his waist pulling him flush to his hips. He rocked his hips against his ass, and Moses groaned.
"Stop teasing, Clyde." He whined, pressing back against his humping and pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Clyde bent and kissed him, all teeth and tongue. While he bit and licked his way into his mouth, he fumbled with the button and zip of Moses' trousers. Pulling away long enough to slip his shoes off before tugging his pants down and freeing his leaking cock. Moses gasped as his dick was exposed to the cold air of the room.
He took him into his hand and stroked him all the way from the tip down to the base. Moses moaned and arched up into his hand. His nails bit into his back and he wrapped his legs around his waist. The other man's shirt had rucked up around his waist, and he could see the line of dark hair along his stomach that led to the base of his cock. Clyde finally reached for the other man's tie and deftly undid it followed by the buttons of his shirt.
Clyde undid his own belt and wriggled out of his pants, groaning quietly as his dick was finally freed. The other man made an appreciative sound eyes flicking up and down the length of his body. They lingered on the ugly scar on his thigh, before meeting his eyes again. Clyde raised an eyebrow in challenge. Moses looked away. He bent and started kissing his neck and slowly working his way down to his chest, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin there. Moses whimpered as he thumbed over one of his nipples, wrapping his arms around his neck to anchor himself. He felt him drag his nails down his back, sending little tingles of sensation down his spine.
He bit down on his chest and Moses cried out and his hips jolted forward, trying to grind against nothing. Shifting so that he could align their cocks he positioned his hand so he could jack them both off. They both gasped, Moses tugged on his hair and bucked his hips up into his hand.
"Oh Christ!" Moses moaned, as the slide of their dicks increased in speed. His voice was strained and had such desperate edge to it. Clyde's dick twitched just at the thought of how he would sound with his cock stuffed inside him. He was already so wonderfully responsive, Clyde was sure that he could make him scream for him.
"You're so loud, it's almost like you want to get caught." He taunted. Moses flushed and his eyes darted away guiltily. The both groaned in tandem as Clyde adjusted the angle of his hand.
"Just drop it." Moses grunted.
Like a dog with a bone, Clyde couldn't drop it nor did he want to. "Does it turn you on to know we all know when you're getting bent over your own desk? Do you like knowing that you could be walked in on at any time. That your dirty little secret isn't so secret?"
At the words Moses' cock twitched in his hand and he bit his lip, unable to meet his eyes. He looked so good flushed, embarrassed, and wanting underneath him. Clyde smirked, dragging his thumb against the tip of his dick, letting his nail ghost gently over it. It earned him a whole body shudder. "Yeah, you love it. Don't you?"
Moses moaned outright and loudly, nails digging into his back sending stinging little prickles of pleasure across his back. He bucked his hips up into his hand, dick drooling pre-cum as he rutted up against his cock. It forced a strained groan from Clyde's throat and he felt himself flush. He held them there, grinding against each other in a heated limbo. Just enough to get them both worked up, but not enough to get them off. Moses writhed under him arching up against him with whimper.
"Clyde-fuck! Clyde just drop it. Please." Moses whinged, letting his head fall back against the pillows and his eyes screwing shut.
"Admit it and I'll fuck you proper."
Moses shook his head, feebly pushing at his shoulders. Clyde batted his hands away easily and he couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic attempt at struggling. God what he wouldn't give to really get rough with him. Flip him over and slap his ass until he cried and couldn't sit straight. So that every time he sat down that little wince of pain would remind him of Clyde. Or tie him up and listen to all of the little noises he made as he tried to get loose, edge him until all he could do was whimper and beg for him to let him come. His dick throbbed at the thought, and he moaned quietly. But he knew Moses didn't want to play that rough, it would take a lot more convincing on Clyde's part. Now he could settle for the lewd and needy sounds that Moses was making, and by pulling out a secret that seemed to embarrass Moses so much.
"Clyde," He started again needy and imploringly.
"You sound so good begging, but that's not what I want to hear." Clyde tutted.
"Please don't make me,"
He used his free hand to tweak on of his nipples. Moses yelped, hips thrusting upwards with a renewed need. "Come on. I want to hear exactly how much you want this. How hot it gets you under the collar to think about getting caught with your pants around your ankles and someone's cock stuffed in your ass."
The other man trembled underneath him and swore. His mouth hung half open as he panted and whined, pupils blown wide and eyes glazed. He was flushed down to his heaving chest. Throat working as he tried to catch his breath to answer him.
"Dammit! Yes! I think about it, I like the idea of getting caught." The words left him in humiliated rush. Moses turned his face to the side trying to hide it.
"That wasn't so hard, was it? If you want to keep doing this you're going to have to be tougher than that."
Moses made a strangled sound, and shook his head again. He slowly trailed his hand up from his chest to turn his head to look at him. Holding eye contact with him he tapped a finger over his lips. "Open."
He didn't have to ask twice, Moses opened his mouth and teasingly lapped at the pads of his fingers. Clyde pushed his fingers deeper into his mouth and spread them slightly, gathering spit between them. With his fingers in his mouth, he looked up at him with half lidded and pleading eyes. It took about all the self control Clyde had to not just skip all the preamble and just bury his leaking cock in his ass. Instead he let Moses suck on his fingers for a moment longer before pulling them free with a slick pop.
Moses whimpered as he moved his hand to teasingly circle his entrance. He shook his head mumbling little pleas and protests in a breathless keen. Clyde slowly pushed a spit slicked finger in to the first knuckle. Beautifully Moses' back arched and he pushed down against his hand.
Slowly he curled his finger up and he could feel the hot clench of need around him. Clyde bent to kiss him as he pressed another finger into his ass. Hungrily swallowing the needy noises that Moses couldn't help but making. With a whine Moses' rocked his hips back onto his fingers, and threw his head back. Clyde spread his fingers and the other man cried out, nails scratching down his back.
"You look so good like this," Clyde mumbled, moving to mouth along the length of his jaw. Pumping his fingers in and out for a moment more, before pulling them out. Moses protested weakly, but his complaints were lost in a wail as Clyde finally started pressing his cock into his ass. His teeth sunk into Clyde's shoulder making him moan from the pulse of pain and the hot, tight press of his ass around him. He kept pressing in until their hips were pressed flush together. Panting Clyde stopped, biting back a whine as he tried to regain his composure.
"Fuck, Clyde move!" He had started to rock back against him.
"Christ, you're so tight." Clyde groaned, rolling his hips against him.
"Yeah? I can feel how much you like it." He laughed, voice strained with need. "Come on, get on with it."
Clyde pulled out nearly to the tip before sliding back in making them both moan. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Moses kissed him sloppily biting and licking into his mouth. One hand reached up and fisted in his hair, pulling his head back so he had better access to his neck. Really Clyde was too big to be moving this fast so soon, but Moses was burning for it. Moaning and hips twitching in tandem with his own, and his legs wrapped around his waist.
The hot slick, slide of Moses' insides had him moaning with each thrust, and the molten coil of need in the pit of his stomach cinching tighter. He whined when he felt teeth graze against his throat, and his hips stuttered forward unevenly. A whimper slipped through his clenched teeth as Moses bit down on the junction where his shoulder met his neck.
"Oh-! There! Keep doing that," Moses moaned against his neck. He repeated the motion and felt the other man give a whole body shudder.
"Needy, aren't you?" He teased, angling his hips to hit the the spot that had his eyes rolling in his head. Moses whimpered, one hand sliding down to grope at his ass. He groaned quietly and kept trying to hit his prostate.
"Yes!" Moses sobbed.
He was trembling underneath him and digging his nails in so hard that Clyde dimly felt the warm trickle of blood from under his nails, but mostly he was focused on trying not to cum before Moses. It was proving to be rather difficult. With one hand roughly gripping his hip, he used the other to fist around his cock. Moses gasped, and Clyde groaned as his ass clenched around his dick somehow even tighter.
Roughly he started to stroke him off, caring less about technique and more about just getting Moses off first. He was making these hiccuping almost sobs as he slid his hand all the way to the base of his cock and the back up again.
"Clyde, please." It was barely a whisper. He was barely holding himself together, dark hair plastered to his sweaty forehead and lips kiss-swollen; his voice wrecked. Clyde moaned and had to grit his teeth against the maddening ache of need building to a fever pitch. He thumbed over the head of his cock and felt him shudder, his eyes fluttering shut.
"You know- oh Jesus! You know I could just keep you like this, never let you come. Just keep teasing you until you can't even beg me for it." Clyde said, low and close to his ear. He felt Moses shiver and he hid his face in his neck.
"Please, God I'm so close. Please."
He sounded so good utterly wrecked and wanting for him. His cock twitched inside of Moses and they both groaned. Neither one of them was going to last very much longer. Clyde whimpered and his hips stuttered forward, the rhythm that he'd set falling apart. He thumbed over the head of Moses' dick, a few more strokes had him coming apart at the seams.
With a shudder and whimper that might have been Clyde's name, he came. Cum spurting up across both their chests. Moses' body somehow got tighter and he moaned brokenly and ground his cock into his ass. He was just on the edge, could feel it building in the pit of his stomach and the taut string that was holding him together was just about to snap. Pulling out before sliding back in with a whimper. Moses was already over sensitive and was whining and muttering half thought out pleas. Cursing he dug his nails into his hips and emptied himself into his ass.
Slumping forward they were both panting, Moses ran his fingers through his hair with a half drunk giggle. He reached up and kissed him again, this time slowly and deeply. Clyde rocked his hips up against him making them both wince. Moses whimpered into his mouth, and deepened the kiss.
Eventually Clyde extracted himself with a grunt, he reached for something to clean them both up. Once that was done he let himself collapse on to his bed. Normally he wasn't much for cuddling or having his partners stick around after but begrudgingly he did like Moses. Despite his tendency to annoy, and step on his toes.
Who was laying spread eagle on the bed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He made no move to get up, instead turning on his side and reaching to grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. It was late. It had been late when Moses had stopped by and neither one of them were all that eager to get up. Clyde's legs were still rubbery and he was riding the high of his climax. He gave his hand a squeeze in return. Clyde made himself comfortable, his back turned to Moses but he didn't move to kick him out.
Behind him he felt him shift and groan quietly as he stretched. He rolled over and slid an arm around his waist. The heat radiating from Moses' half asleep body was bordering on too much, but Clyde let him stay. He could feel the scratchy roughness of his beard against his shoulder, as he started to doze off.