Sublime Service
Erotic short. Some piss kink between a boss and his assistant.
500w, just some cockwarming, watersports, and D/s.
“Good boy,” says Lucretius softly, and Ano feels the cool wood under his knees, feels the weight of his own hands in his lap, feels the weight of Lucretius’ still soft cock on his tongue, filling his mouth. Lucretius fills him almost to the brim, surrounds him — it’s not just Lucretius’ cock in his mouth but Lucretius’ thighs either side of his heat, the heat of them touching Ano’s cheeks, his whole body neatly bracketed by Lucretius’ own; it’s the scent of him, the floral sweetness and fresh cotton that cling to his clothes, the faint ghost of the soap he uses on the flesh of his belly and his thighs; it’s the sound of his slow, even breathing, the sound of his hands on the keys as he types.
Ano doesn’t know how long he’s been here, under the master’s desk, resting on his knees with his backside settled back on his heels, sweat on his own body. His cock is half-hard and has been for what feels like the whole time, his arse clenching around nothing at all as he thinks about having Lucretius’ cock inside him, Lucretius bending him over the desk and fucking inside him.
He can’t see the clock. He doesn’t know how much of the day is still to go, how much is still stretching out before them…
