Kureshima Takatora (
a_divine_island) wrote2016-07-06 10:14 am
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Takatora & Basco, cellphone wars [NSFW]
[It's 7-something in the morning and when Takatora's ringtone starts up again it signals the fifth phone call he's already taken since waking up. Not that that sort of thing is a concern to him; it's part of his job to be informed of events and handle any necessarily issues or authorisations that crop up.
It wouldn't be very professional to take his calls from his bed so he's at the desk in his bedroom, fully clothed, if somewhat more casually than usual, considering a few more shirt buttons are open than one would expect. It was adequate enough at the time and that's all the matters.
Nobody is going to see currently except for Basco.
Ah, yes. Basco. He had done... that again last night. Wine had been involved.
Perhaps he'll simply realise how busy Takatora is and see himself quietly out?
...As if. Meanwhile-- ]
That wasn't in the original draft of the contract I read, and I hadn't agreed to any alterations. Have it sent to my home so that I can inspect it-
It wouldn't be very professional to take his calls from his bed so he's at the desk in his bedroom, fully clothed, if somewhat more casually than usual, considering a few more shirt buttons are open than one would expect. It was adequate enough at the time and that's all the matters.
Nobody is going to see currently except for Basco.
Ah, yes. Basco. He had done... that again last night. Wine had been involved.
Perhaps he'll simply realise how busy Takatora is and see himself quietly out?
...As if. Meanwhile-- ]
That wasn't in the original draft of the contract I read, and I hadn't agreed to any alterations. Have it sent to my home so that I can inspect it-
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Still, with all the questions, Basco did have to admit he kept coming back to Takatora because it just was fun to see how far he could be pushed.]
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Yes, he's already given in completely. Takatora squeezes some lubricant onto his fingers and then rubs his hands together efficiently to slick them up before running his forefinger down between Basco's cheeks again. The sensation likely feels a little different for him this time.
He does have to create space between them to actually have his finger touch Basco's opening, pressing at it gently to allow him to get used to the feeling of intrusion first and rubbing there in small circles.
Oh, he wants to be inside Basco so badly, but he has restraint, he can do this properly and stretch him open first.]
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[Takatora knows Basco wants more than just one finger, but he does at least press it properly to Basco's entrance and steadily begin to slide it inside him; that's better than nothing at all. Takatora also twists his finger carefully inside Basco, so as to feel around, almost. No impersonal in and out for him.
He won't be too slow, though. He withdraws his finger only halfway before uncurling his middle digit to tentatively press beside it, urging Basco to open up a little more for him. It never seems difficult.]
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Although he really just wanted that cock.]
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You really don't need me to, do you.
[maybe the words make no sense, but it's mostly musing to himself anyway. So Takatora gives in - like he very often does when a partner desires something - and concentrates on hurriedly putting on a condom and slicking himself up with lubricant once more. His cock is quite thrilled with the situation, and he only manages a brief moment to question Basco's readiness.]
Okay?
[More a warning than anything; he's about to begin. Takatora tries not to grip Basco's hips too firmly as he startsto push his cock inside Basco, but the intensity of the tight feeling adds a sharp sense of renewed desperation, and he can't help clinging on for dear life.]
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About fucking time!
[Yep. He's the most romantic.
Still, he laid there for a moment, hands grasping at the sheets beneath him when Takatora moves back towards him and he feels that cock pushing in and his body stretch to accommodate it's size. The lack of stretching him makes it tight, makes it burn as it opens up more and more making him moan with his face buried into the bed. Finally!]
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If you are going to complain, however, then fine. Takatora allows his impatience and annoyance to motivate him, knowing full well that Basco wants it fast and rough anyway. He begins to fuck into Basco with short, sharp thrusts; quick and efficient.
He has to admit; it does feel good to finally be here, buried inside Basco and in control.]
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Not consciously, anyway.
It's a little unnerving when Takatora actually thinks to open his eyes - that he had closed without him realising it - and really has to accept that his only view is either the long expanse of Basco's back, or... Watching his own cock moving in and out of Basco. Takatora can watch that when Basco is on his back, of course, but he prefers to see the expressions on his face. That isn't an option right now.
So it's just... His long, rigid cock, in and out of Basco, sliding easily and obscenely, with Basco trying to push back onto it himself even though Takatora has already dictated a pace.
It's quite hypnotising to watch. And as with a lot of things, Takatora finds he's speeding up the pace without thinking about it.
God, he's really starting to need to come.]
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Fuck, I'm going to come. [Without being able to see his partners face, the vocal cues were more important.]
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Come. [Takatora fine for that to happen anytime; he leans his head down to Basco's spine and says the word right into his skin, mouth open and panting heated breath.]
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Takatora moves his hand over Basco's, milking him through his orgasm mostly on autopilot; the sudden squeeze of muscles around his cock reminds him all too sharply of his cock when it was further down Basco's throat than was wise, and he feels like he's coming almost instantly after Basco did, a sharp cry leaving his throat. He keeps moving though, somehow he can't bring himself to stop just yet.]
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And he was still going, pushing his cock through that orgasm and making Basco shudder and moan lightly from the extra stimulation, rolling his hips into the thrusts while his breaths slowed down and his heartbeat stopped racing.]
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When Takatora finally stills he rests his forehead against Basco's spine, breathing heavily and trying to hold onto the bliss of the moment in which he'd reached orgasm. But he can't inconvenience Basco by looming over him like this forever.
Not to mention his work clothes are creased and messy-]
Work. I was supposed to be at work.
[Takatora shakes his head at himself as he pulls out and sits back on his heels on the bed.]
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Does this mean we can have sex in your office next time?
[Guess the condoms were decent for now. Him and doctors didn't really match up well and he still does sleep around a lot.]
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[That's not funny and you know it. Takatora decides to decline another look at Basco's rear in the air, his hole pink from intense use. Instead he sets about removing the condom and knotting it before disposing of it nearby. He may as well remove his shirt now. Takatora disposes of that too, on the edge of the bed, and tucks himself back into his underwear as he loses his pants. Maybe he will just recline on the bed for the moment; that was rather an engaging activity.]
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I'm using your shower. You want to join or are you going to rest and feel the guilt of irresponsibility crushing down on you?
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[It is not unreasonable, Basco; it is NORMAL.
And won't twenty minutes in the shower just lead to the same again? Have a suspicious look that says basically that.]
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It's fine, Takatora could use a few minutes of not being pushed to do this and that, thank you. He will just (try to) relax all stretched out and almost naked.]
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Thinking?
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I was wondering how you wormed your way into my bed when you can be so unreasonable sometimes.
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I would think it was because I'm unreasonable but, that doesn't explain why I keep getting invited back in.
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