Hold All Calls

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A/N: LoveFloop is the warped brainchild of Eloy Brightdreamer and Lennith. Check out our other stories!

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In the top floor of a towering office building, in the spacious corner suite of a most prestigious company, a sigh echoed through the empty room. Ryuhou Ryu, young heir to the Ryu fortune and company, set his pen down and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. Sometimes, running one of Japan\'s largest companies was both boring and exhausting. He needed a break.

Turning in his chair, he gazed out the window, his expression one of studious disinterest. For a moment, he pretended to look out over the cityscape, but soon his eyes were drawn to the scaffolding crawling up the side of his building. From this angle, he could see the workers to either side, each engrossed in repainting the window fixtures. There was a ledge right in front of his window, and he waited, glancing at the clock, knowing that one certain worker would soon climb up right in front of him.

Though he wouldn\'t admit it, he had enjoyed this moment for the last few days... and had even grown to anticipate it. Pressing a button on his intercom, he ordered his secretary to hold his calls. As he looked back up, he felt his heart rate increase as he saw the other man standing there. If not for the glass, he could have reached out and touched that tanned, sweaty chest. For some reason, Kazuma (he\'d found out his name through discrete inquiry) always worked shirtless, his body gleaming in the early afternoon sun. His tousled red hair shone with rich auburn highlights as he stretched to reach a stubborn corner, and Ryuhou caught his breath, sliding down in his oversized chair a bit. He\'d never considered himself gay, but something about this man sent fire racing through his veins. He was glad the windows were tinted opaque as he reached down, running his fingers lightly over his own thigh.

To his delight, the redhead continued to struggle with the awkward corner. Ryuhou was sure his eyes bugged as the tanned abdomen, nearly pressed against the glass as it was, rippled with the effort. He allowed himself a pious moan, feeling blood rushing to his groin. His fingers wandered from his thigh to trace lightly over the swelling flesh. Yes, he was still human. At least when a certain construction worker was in view.

Kazuma apparently got tired of stretching and wiped his forehead, cocking one hand on his hip. Ryuhou licked his lips as a drop of sweat trailed from the man\'s brow, down the side of his face to trickle down his neck. He had the strangest urge to lick it, no matter his stance on personal hygiene.

Ryuhou\'s fingers curved to cup his cock, squeezing gently and thrilling at the feel of it. It wasn\'t his fault, after all. With the sun illuminating Kazuma\'s sweat-sheened body it was like looking upon a young god. Even the way his chest flexed as he breathed was alluring. Ryuhou\'s free hand played over his belt buckle as he gazed into the man\'s face. His features weren\'t notably attractive, but were placed pleasantly. The flash in his warm eyes was hot. So was the slight smirk that currently tugged the edges of his moist lips.

Having caught his breath, Kazuma dragged a wooden stool to where he\'d been standing and stood on it... bringing his jean-clad crotch to Ryuhou\'s eye level.

In the back of his mind, Ryuhou thanked the genius who invented tight jeans. The worn material left practically nothing to the imagination... which was a good thing, since Ryuhou was never one for creativity. His mouth went dry as he studied the impressive bulge in the denim, and he ran his fingers more insistently over the hardness in his own suit pants. He was achingly aroused now, and after a quick glance to the door to make sure it was locked, he quickly unzipped his fly and gingerly pulled out his erection with a sigh of relief. Checking to make sure he had a box of tissues handy, he began to stroke himself firmly, keeping his eyes locked on the firmly muscled body in front of him. A low gasp escaped him as a familiar thrill of pleasure shot up his spine. He\'d been ashamed of this little hedonistic habit at first, but now it was a welcome break from the tedium. Letting his head fall back against the cushioned back of his chair, he increased the pace of his strokes as Kazuma finished painting the corner and stepped off the stool, stretching his arms above his head. Ryuhou allowed another groan to slip past his lips as he watched the play of muscles under tanned, sweat-shiny skin, and he moved his hand faster, seeking completion. His eyes fluttered closed as a stronger shudder rippled through him... he was almost there... just a little more... \"Kazuma...\" he whispered.

He froze in mid-stroke as he heard a sound that caused his heart to sink to the bottom of his $500 shoes. The window lock opened with a small snick and a low creak. Ryuhou was afraid to open his eyes, for fear this was just another part of his fantasy, but then he heard a voice... his voice...
\"Need some help with that?\"

Ryuhou froze. If he couldn\'t practically taste Kazuma, whose scent swarmed his nostrils, he was sure his erection would have shriveled. It didn\'t. In fact, it only grew harder under his now stilled fingers. He still could neither answer or open his eyes. It wasn\'t until after an eternity of heartbeats rough, calloused fingers brushed over his finely manicured ones that his eyelids were able to budge. The redhead was kneeled in front of him, gazing at his erection with fierce curiosity. Unable to stop himself, Ryuhou moaned. A bead of moisture formed at the slit of his cock\'s head, only to be brushed away by a bold thumb.

Kazuma chuckled. It was a rough, throaty sound that drew Ryuhou\'s balls tight. \"Is that a yes?\"

His touch was so light and inquisitive that it almost had Ryuhou screaming. \"Yes,\" Ryuhou finally responded. He had to grit his teeth and measure his breath to hold back his cries. Strong arms forced his knees farther apart, baring his sin for all the world to see. At least Kazuma seemed to like what he saw. Ryuhou nearly jumped out of his skin when the other man wrapped his coarse hand around his cock, the contrasting textures of skin creating a silky friction. Unable to contain himself, Ryuhou bucked his hips upward. That marvelous sound, Kazuma\'s low laughter reverberated in the office.

\"Yes, what?”

Ryuhou scowled through his intense blush. He did not like being bossed. At the sign of his rebelliousness the hand around him stopped and squeezed tightly.

Fuck pride. \"Yes, help me with this,\" Ryuhou gasped.

Kazuma grinned up at him, showing rows of even, white teeth. \"You forgot to say please,\" he said, a hint of laughter still in his voice. \"Didn\'t your mommy teach you manners?\" He stood, and for a moment Ryuhou feared that he\'d leave. However, Kazuma reached out and grabbed Ryuhou by the lapels of his tailored suit jacket, pulling him to his feet as well. \"Gonna have to do it myself, I guess,\" he drawled, leaning forward to claim Ryuhou\'s lips in a rough kiss.

Ryuhou felt the strength leave his legs as Kazuma kissed him, and he might have fallen back if the other man hadn\'t been holding him up by his coat. Kazuma\'s tongue plunged roughly into his mouth, and Ryuhou instinctively gasped, giving the other better access. He tasted of coffee and cigarettes, and some other vaguely spicy flavor to which Ryuhou felt he could easily become addicted. Regaining his balance, he hesitantly brought his hands up to rest on Kazuma\'s waist, and he felt the other man\'s smile against his lips. Kazuma\'s hands moved from gripping his coat to tugging it off his shoulders, and Ryuhou eagerly complied, though he made a small sound of protest as the expensive jacket was tossed negligently on the floor. He couldn\'t care less a moment later, though, as Kazuma\'s callused fingers were quickly loosening his tie and unbuttoning his pressed white shirt. He titled his head back as warm lips attacked his neck and collarbone, and he slid his hands up the other\'s bare back, shivering at the feeling of sweat and smooth skin.

Although he wanted to bury himself in the sun-warmed, tawny skin, the contact broke abruptly. He felt his hips lifted to the edge of the desk and a broad hand to his chest forced him to lie back against the cool wood and neatly arranged folders. Kazuma didn\'t seem to care that papers crumpled under his back and a cup of pens was sent clattering to the floor. His irritation, however, was short lived. Kazuma leaned down over him, leaving him pinned between wood and flesh, his once neatly-pressed shirt hanging rumpled off his shoulders.

Kazuma\'s lips latched over one of Ryuhou\'s pert nipples, sucking it to hardness. A groan of unabashed pleasure strained from Ryuhu\'s throat as the teeth clenched around his sensitive flesh. Since when was his nipple attached to his cock? The quiet of the office was now clouded by the wet sounds of Kazuma\'s mouth sucking on him, the crinkling of paper and sexy noises he had to assume were his own.

The stimulation was growing too intense and his body broke out into sweat. He ground his erection against the rough fabric of Kazuma\'s jeans, desperate to continue towards completion. Gasping with each thrust and tug at his nipple, his mind fogged, the world nonexistent beyond their bodies. He was close... Just a little longer... Just a little harder...

He nearly screamed when Kazuma pulled away, panting for breath himself. The construction worker just grinned at him through his own lust. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gold square of foil. \"Safety first,\" the man joked with a wink, tearing the foil with his teeth.

Panting heavily, Ryuhou sat up on his elbows, watching with anticipation as the other man unfastened his pants and pushed them down over his hips. Another surge of heat washed over Ryuhou\'s body as he noted that as in his fantasies, Kazuma wore no underwear under those fascinatingly tight jeans. He couldn\'t help but run his tongue lightly over his lower lip as he watched Kazuma roll the condom over his impressive erection. Ryuhou had always considered himself larger-than-average, but Kazuma far outdid him as far as girth, though length seemed to be about equal. Reluctantly, he dragged his gaze up to Kazuma\'s smirking face, hoping his apprehension didn\'t show. How the hell was he going to fit that thing inside him?

As if reading his mind, Kazuma leaned forward, running his hands up Ryuhou\'s chest. \"Don\'t worry, I\'m gonna take good care of you,\" he murmured, his breath rushing over Ryuhou\'s ear and sending another shiver of sensation through his body. Unable to do much more than nod, Ryuhou swallowed and tilted his head forward to press his lips to Kazuma\'s shoulder. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around his back, and he was tugged off the desk again. Raising his head, he had opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, but abruptly he found himself spun around, facing away from Kazuma, and he had to reach out and brace himself on the polished mahogany surface. More papers crumpled and slid to the floor, and Ryuhou had a faint twinge of regret that all those TPS reports would have to be printed again. That thought was quickly swept away, however, as Kazuma\'s paint-stained hands stripped his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Ryuhou shivered slightly in the air-conditioned room, the temperature contrast on his heated skin almost too much to bear. He heard Kazuma fumbling on the side of the desk, and turned his head to see the other man retrieve a bottle of hand lotion he kept there. \"Told ya I\'m gonna take care of you,\" that low voice breathed in his ear again, then he felt slick fingers sliding down the crack of his ass.

The coolness of the lotion against his skin caused him to shudder. His body quaked in anticipation as the fingers found and circled the tight ring of muscle of his entrance. Kazuma took his time, massaging some of the lotion to the pucker before pressing one finger in. Ryuhou\'s breath caught, the unfamiliar sensation reminding him of his nervousness. Surprisingly, it wasn\'t too painful... it left him aching for more. He pressed his hips back against Kazuma\'s, the feel of Kazuma\'s erection against his ass sending a thrill much like a high through him. It was so close. \"M-more,\" he grunted, when Kazuma stilled. He arched his back as the second finger joined its brother, the digits curling and pressing a button in him that left his throat raw and his vision blurred.

He tried to press back again, but the fingers retreated mid-buck. \"Feh, still no manners,\" Kazuma teased. Ryuhou craned his neck to make a snappy retort along the lines of \"fuck manners AND me\" but instead fell silent as he caught the look in the other’s eye. Kazuma carelessly slicked up his erection and placed both hands on Ryuhou\'s ass, guiding their bodies together to join. Ryuhou shook uncontrollably as he felt the hot, blunt head press against and then into him, his body stretching to accommodate the man\'s thick member. This time it did hurt, but it was combined with another sensation that was so strong that he bashed his own jaw into the desk when his body coiled in response.

Kazuma muttered under his breath, only adding fuel to Ryuhou\'s fire, and pressed in so slowly that it was maddening. Ryuhou\'s legs spread like a whore\'s, feeling as if he were being split in two yet needing to feel it even more. It felt so hot and thick pulsing inside him, like it could fill him forever and never go soft.

With a final grunt and jerk of the hips, Kazuma was finally completely within him. The stillness of their hips made the invasion even more obvious. Ryuhou needn\'t have worried. Suddenly Kazuma drew back, rocking forward to meet Ryuhou\'s ass with a loud smack of flesh.

Crying out again, Ryuhou was briefly thankful that his office had been conveniently sound-proofed. He didn’t want his secretary barging in on this! Soon, though, all his thoughts had degenerated into an incoherent jumble of moremoreohgodharderfastermore. Every thrust of Kazuma’s cock inside him sent waves of pain-tinged-pleasure radiating sharply through his body, and he moaned wantonly, decorum and status thrown to the wind. Every few strokes, Kazuma managed to hit that spot that sent fireworks off in his vision... it wasn’t going to take much longer. The tension in his own groin built to an almost painful level, and he wanted desperately to reach down and jerk himself off, but he couldn’t release his hands from the desk for fear of being slammed face-first into the wood. Even so, he was about to... “Kazu-maaaAHH!” he cried, feeling his orgasm begin to shudder through him.

Just then, rough fingers closed around the base of his erection, holding tight and preventing his climax. “Ah-ah, not yet,” a sultry, panting voice purred in his ear. “You still haven’t... said the magic word...” Even as he spoke, Kazuma continued to drive into Ryuhou hard and fast, pushing him to even greater heights.

Gasping, Ryuhou worked his lips silently for a moment, unable to collect his thoughts enough to even form words. His entire body was shaking with the need for release, and he thought he might go mad. Finally, Kazuma’s cock hit his prostate again, and he screamed, still denied his completion by tight fingers around his erection. “Nng... Kazu... ohgod.... Please...” he begged, writhing against him.

To his surprise, Kazuma leaned over him, still pumping into him relentlessly. The redhead bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, wringing a cry from Ryuhou as the teeth applied just enough pressure to bring pain before softening to languid strokes of his tongue. \"Much better,\" Kazuma purred, against his ear.

Ryuhou saw heaven for a moment. The tight grip around his arousal eased, letting his erection spring forth harder than he\'d ever known possible. With Kazuma bent over him, his hips pistoned deeper and more accurately against his prostate. The desk rattled, despite its great weight, with the force of their movements. A twist of Kazuma\'s wrist was all it took, and Ryuhou came with an earsplitting scream of triumph, seed spilling over his precious mahogany desk and TPS reports. Kazuma just kept stimulating him, bringing him higher and higher in his bliss. It was almost frightening, but if he were to die, it’d be a hell of a way to go. He rolled his hips, groaning, milking Kazuma for all he was worth. The redhead growled, thrusting himself in once more, hard enough to knock Ryuhou\'s teeth. Every twitch of Kazuma\'s orgasm brushed his pleasure center, the sensation causing him to ejaculate feebly again in sympathy, despite his exhaustion.

Completely drained, Ryuhou slumped forward onto his desk, crumpling the last few pieces of paper. For a long moment, he simply rested his head on his arms, trying to catch his breath. It wasn\'t every day that he was well and truly fucked senseless... hell, he\'d never been with another man, and had certainly never considered being the receiving partner in such an arrangement. But this... with this man... was unlike anything he\'d ever known or imagined, and he found himself hoping fervently that it would happen again.

After what seemed like hours, Ryuhou felt Kazuma slowly withdraw from his body, and he shivered with a weak aftershock. Eventually, he slid to the side and into his comfortable chair, not wanting to attempt standing just yet. Absently, he began to button his shirt, feeling a blush burn on his cheeks. What should he say now? What should he do? Hearing a rustling sound, he looked up to see Kazuma fastening up his pants. The redhead caught his eye and grinned cheekily. \"Well, that was better than a smoke break, boss,\" he said, stretching his arms over his head. Turning toward the window, he started to head back out on the scaffolding. Pausing as he unlatched the window, he looked back at Ryuhou. \"Feel free to call me in any time,\" he said, then his grin widened. \"You know, these windows aren\'t tinted.\" With a wink, he was out the window before Ryuhou even had time to stammer a response.

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