“Well?” Eric’s voice was a blade wrapped in velvet, his grey eyes boring into Ethan’s as he spread his thighs another fraction. The motion made his cock bob against his abdomen, the flushed head leaving a damp smudge on his skin. “Are you going to make me wait all day, Ethan?”
Ethan swallowed hard, his own pulse hammering in his throat. The carpet fibers bit into his knees as he leaned forward, his breath ghosting over Eric’s length. He hesitated, just for a second, before pressing his lips to the inside of Eric’s thigh, tasting salt and expensive cologne. The muscle beneath his mouth tensed, Eric’s sharp intake of breath the only sign of his composure cracking.
Ethan dragged his tongue up the prominent vein on Eric’s inner thigh, savoring the way the man’s fingers clenched in his hair when he reached the crease of his hip. Eric’s cock lay heavy against his cheek, hot and insistent, the precum smearing across his skin as he turned his head to nuzzle the base. The scent here was overwhelming- musky and male, laced with something darker that made Ethan’s own cock twitch in his tailored trousers.
“Look at you,” Eric murmured, his voice gone rough at the edges. His fingers tightened in Ethan’s hair, guiding him closer. “So eager to please.” He smirked down at Ethan, his grey eyes glinting with something predatory. “Though I suppose you’ve had plenty of practice, haven’t you?”
Ethan’s cheeks burned, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he dragged his tongue up the length of Eric’s cock in one slow, deliberate stroke, savoring the way the man’s hips jerked involuntarily. The taste of him exploded across Ethan’s tongue- salt and bitterness and something indefinably Eric. He swirled his tongue around the head, lapping up the precum beading there before taking him deeper, his lips stretching around Eric’s girth.
Eric exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening in Ethan’s hair until his scalp stung. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice ragged at the edges. “That's-” His hips jerked again, forcing himself deeper into Ethan’s mouth. “That’s good.”
Ethan hollowed his cheeks, working his tongue along the underside of Eric’s cock as he took him deeper, inch by inch. His throat fluttered around the intrusion, but he couldn’t pull away, not with Eric’s fingers tangled in his hair like a vice. He swallowed around him, feeling the way Eric’s cock pulsed against his tongue, hot and alive.
Eric cursed under his breath, his thighs flexing beneath Ethan’s hands. “You’re-” His voice broke off into a groan as Ethan swallowed around him again, his throat working greedily. “Christ, Ethan.”
Ethan pulled back just enough to swirl his tongue around the head, his lips red and slick with spit. He glanced up at Eric through his lashes, his hazel eyes dark with something unreadable. “Sir?” he murmured, his voice rough from use.
Eric’s grip tightened in Ethan’s hair, his grey eyes burning. “Don’t stop,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Unless you want me to reconsider that favor.”
Ethan’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing against Eric’s thighs. He didn’t hesitate before leaning forward again, taking Eric back into his mouth with a slow, deliberate slide of his lips. His tongue pressed flat against the underside of Eric’s cock, tracing the prominent vein there as he worked his way down.
Eric’s hips jerked involuntarily, his cock hitting the back of Ethan’s throat with a muffled choke. Ethan didn’t pull away, just swallowed around him, his throat working in tight, rhythmic pulses that dragged a ragged groan from Eric’s lips.
“Fuck,” Eric breathed, his fingers tightening in Ethan’s hair until his scalp burned. “Just like that.”
Ethan obeyed, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the head each time he pulled back. The taste of Eric filled his mouth, something that made his own cock throb in his slacks. He could feel Eric’s thighs tensing beneath his hands, the muscle flexing with every shallow thrust of his hips.
Eric’s breath came faster, his chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled bursts. His grip on Ethan’s hair tightened, guiding his pace. Faster, then slower, then deep, until Ethan’s lips were red and slick, his jaw aching from the stretch.
Eric’s breathing hitched once before his hips snapped forward, forcing Ethan’s nose into the coarse blonde curls at his base. Ethan gagged, tears springing to his eyes as Eric’s cock pulsed hotly against his tongue. The scent of musk overwhelmed his senses, flooding his throat with each shallow breath through his nose.
"Mmh," Eric hummed approval, fingers flexing against Ethan’s scalp. "Good boy." His other hand drifted down to thumb at the hinge of Ethan’s jaw, tracing the stretched-tight skin there with clinical fascination. "Such a pretty mouth."
Ethan shuddered, saliva dripping down his chin as Eric withdrew to the tip, only to plunge back in with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. The head of Eric’s cock dragged along his palate, triggering another reflexive gag that made his eyes water.
Eric watched him dispassionately, grey eyes tracking the way Ethan’s throat fluttered around him. "You can take more," he murmured, pressing two fingers beneath Ethan’s jaw to feel the bulge of his own cock through the skin. "I’ve seen you swallow worse."
Ethan’s fingers dug into Eric’s thighs, his knuckles whitening as Eric’s cock hit the back of his throat again. The stretch burned, his jaw aching from the relentless pace, but he didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Not with Eric’s grip like iron in his hair, not with the unspoken threat of Oli’s future hanging between them. He swallowed around Eric’s length, his throat working in tight, desperate pulses that dragged a ragged groan from Eric’s lips.
“Look at you,” Eric murmured, his voice gone rough at the edges. His thumb swiped at the tear trailing down Ethan’s cheek, smearing it across his skin. “Such a big man.” The word was a caress, a mockery of tenderness. “And yet-” His hips jerked forward, forcing another inch down Ethan’s throat. “So submissive.”
Eric’s chair rolled backward as he stood abruptly, his grip tightening in Ethan’s hair like a vice. The sudden movement yanked Ethan forward, his nose pressing into the coarse blonde curls at Eric’s pelvis as the man’s cock slid deeper down his throat. Tears welled in Ethan’s eyes as his gag reflex triggered, his throat fluttering wildly around the intrusion. Eric didn’t pause, just braced one polished oxford against the desk and fucked forward, his hips pistoning with brutal efficiency.
Each thrust carved a fresh burn into Ethan’s throat, his saliva dripping in slick strands down his chin. Eric’s cock pulsed against his tongue, the veins standing in stark relief as it swelled impossibly thicker. The scent of musk and precum clogged Ethan’s nostrils, his vision blurring at the edges as Eric’s pace turned erratic.
Then Eric wrenched himself free with a wet pop, his cock glistening with spit as it bobbed obscenely in front of Ethan’s face. His hand wrapped around the base, stroking roughly as his breath came in sharp, controlled bursts. “Open,” he commanded, his voice ragged at the edges.
Ethan obeyed, tipping his head back and parting his lips. His hazel eyes locked onto Eric’s cock as it twitched violently in the man’s fist. The first spurt hit his cheekbone with a sharp slap- thick and pearlescent, streaking down toward his jaw. The second landed on his forehead, dripping sluggishly onto his eyelid. Ethan flinched as the third shot painted his lips, the taste of salt and sweetness exploding across his tongue.
Eric groaned through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening around his cock as it jerked in his grip. The fourth pulse splattered across Ethan’s nose, clinging to his lashes in sticky strands. His breath hitched as the final drops landed on his chin, pooling in the hollow of his throat before sliding down his collarbone beneath his dress shirt.
“Look at you,” Eric murmured, his thumb swiping through the mess on Ethan’s cheekbone before pressing it against his parted lips. “Swallow.”
Ethan’s tongue darted out, lapping at Eric’s thumb with mechanical obedience. The taste flooded his mouth again, and he swallowed.
“Now clean me up.” Eric tapped the head of his cock against Ethan’s lower lip, smearing the last beads of cum across his mouth.
Ethan leaned forward, his tongue dragging along the underside of Eric’s cock in slow, deliberate strokes. The skin was fever-hot against his lips, the veins still prominent as Eric softened incrementally in his mouth. He licked up the remnants of cum clinging to the slit, then swirled his tongue around the head, his movements perfunctory but thorough.
Eric exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening in Ethan’s hair one last time before releasing him. “Enough.” He stepped back, his polished oxfords silent against the carpet as he looked at his jockstrap around his ankles. “Fix me.”
Ethan’s hands trembled as he took the slate-gray fabric, his fingers brushing Eric’s thighs as he guided the jockstrap back into place. The elastic snapped against Eric’s hipbones with a sharp sound, the pouch cupping his half-hard cock with clinical precision. Ethan adjusted the straps with mechanical efficiency, his knuckles grazing the wiry blonde hair at Eric’s groin before he reached for the fallen trousers.
The wool was smooth beneath his fingers as he guided it up Eric’s lean thighs, the fabric whispering against skin still damp with sweat. Ethan fastened the belt with practiced motions, his fingers lingering a second too long on the buckle before he stepped back.
Eric smirked, adjusting his cuffs with a flick of his wrists. “Good boy.” He reached out, his fingers brushing Ethan’s chin and forcing his head up until their eyes met.
Eric's thumb swiped through the drying mess on Ethan's jawline, smearing it further before gripping his chin with clinical precision. "I'll interview your friend. Tomorrow at five," he murmured, grey eyes locked onto Ethan's flushed face. "My office. Tell him not to be late." He released Ethan abruptly, turning toward his desk with the same predatory grace as before.
The tissue box landed in front of Ethan's kneeling form with a soft thud, its cardboard corners digging into the carpet. Ethan's fingers trembled as he pulled a sheet free, the white paper stark against his ink-stained fingertips. He wiped at his cheek first, the dried streaks cracking beneath the tissue's abrasive texture. The scent of Eric's release clung to his skin, musky and cloying, even as he scrubbed roughly at his chin.
"You missed a spot," Eric remarked without looking up from his computer screen. His fingers tapped a staccato rhythm against the keyboard, the clicks unnaturally loud in the silent office.
Ethan's throat worked as he dragged the tissue over his forehead, catching the remnants clinging to his eyelashes. The movement tugged at his sore jaw, the ache radiating up to his temples. He swallowed thickly, the aftertaste lingering on his tongue.
Eric's gaze flicked upward, glacial grey pinning Ethan in place. "Your tie."
Ethan looked down. The silk was splattered with opaque streaks, the stains already seeping into the fabric. His fingers fumbled with the knot, the material slipping through his damp palms before he managed to loosen it. The tie slithered into the trash can without a whisper.
A muscle twitched in Eric's jaw. "Don't be sloppy." He nodded toward the door. "You have work to do. Try not to look like you've been on your knees."
Ethan's cheeks burned as he stood, his dress pants clinging uncomfortably to his thighs. He adjusted his belt with jerky movements, the leather biting into his hips. He glanced at his reflection in the office window and saw hair mussed from Eric's grip, lips swollen and red, shirt collar darkened with sweat. He raked a hand through his hair, the strands falling back into place with trained precision.
Ethan's shoes sank into the plush carpet with each step toward the door, the fibers swallowing the sound of his footsteps like quicksand. His fingers brushed the chrome handle, cold against his skin, before he twisted it, opened the door, and stepped out.
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