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“Hard at work, I see.”
Gyro glanced up from his laptop with a sheepish grin, minimising the web page he was browsing. “Aww, cut me some slack, sweetheart.” He over-emphasised the nickname so that it was saccharine enough to make Johnny grimace with disgust. His reaction was only partly genuine, though; Gyro knew he secretly loved being called pet names. “I’ve stayed at the office after hours especially for you. You could at least let me goof off a little whilst I wait for you to finish up.”
“What’s all this then?” Johnny said, slapping his hand on top of the stack of stuffed folders on the desk piled so high that only the top of Gyro’s head was visible. “You do realise this work will still be here in the morning?”
“That’s a problem for future-Gyro, Boss Man,” he said with a dismissive hand wave.
“Oh, so I’m ‘Boss Man’, am I now?” Johnny said with a semi-serious scowl. “Where did ‘sweetheart’ go?”
“You never left, though, you’re right here!” On the last word, he gave Johnny a gentle poke in the stomach.
Johnny rubbed his temples. “I can’t believe I have to suffer your crappy jokes at ten pm.”
Gyro pouted. “Aww, I thought that one was pretty good.”
“Your dedication to your job is the only joke here,” Johnny said in customary, dry drawl.
“Ouch!” Gyro clutched his chest, faking a heart attack. “That stung, Johnny-boy.”
He didn’t miss how Johnny’s freckled cheeks turned a tinge red at the nickname. Even though he was only a few years his senior, there was something fun about addressing him that way. Despite being long-term partners, Johnny was technically his boss, the vice-president and successor to a highly successful company, whilst he was just his humble personal assistant. Getting in little digs to undermine his authority during work hours was exhilarating.
Gyro leaned in closer, fluttering his eyelashes and pouting. “You know, you could always kiss it better?”
“Oh?” Johnny must have been eager tonight, as he let go of his irritation quicker than he usually did. He tilted Gyro’s chin upwards, stroking his rough, patchy beard, then pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “How was that?”
Gyro hummed. “I don’t know. As a professional doctor-”
“As a medical school drop-out,” Johnny interrupted with a smirk.
“I say I need a stronger dosage. Something to jump-start my wounded heart again.” He reached down under his desk for a rucksack resting beside his toes. Despite his playful claim, his pulse was already pounding in his ears. Drawing out the verbal foreplay and mercilessly teasing Johnny was something he loved to indulge in with his boyfriend, but tonight was different. Tonight, they’d attempt something more risqué than they’d ever done before. “Maybe something that requires some special tools.”
The Adam’s apple in Johnny’s throat bobbed with his huge gulp and his eyes flitted about, unsure where to look. Gyro bit his cheek to hide his smile. Johnny had become just as impatient – and nervous – as he was and struggled to keep up the pretence of cool indifference. “You…you really had that under your desk the whole day?”
“Sure, I did. You didn’t expect anyone to rummage under my stuff, did you?”
“Well, no,” Johnny said, glancing away. “But it’s the principle of it.”
Gyro chuckled, eyes sparkling. “Nyo-ho! Getting shy already?”
Johnny huffed. “I can’t believe you talked me into this. And…” He shook his head, then hissing under his breath, “And at work, too!”
Gyro’s desk was at the end of a long, dimly lit corridor on the top floor of the building with sweeping views of the city. A wall of solid black night pressed up against the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it was broken apart by flickering white and gold specks, the city lights distant artificial stars. Down one end of the corridor was a room with cubicles for some of the more senior managers, empty and shadowed at this late hour, and down the other was a closed-off room with thick glass which was Johnny’s private office. Gyro’s desk acted as a barrier of sorts between visitors and lower-tier employees from barging into Johnny’s office without an appropriate appointment. They had little chance of that happening tonight.
“Fear not, darling,” Gyro said, both reassuring and light-hearted. “I enjoy the thrill of getting caught, but I know you don’t, so I’ve made sure no one will disturb us. Not even the janitor – I told them to clean this floor tomorrow night instead.”
“Good. If anyone walked in on us, I’d grab the gun from my desk drawer and shoot ‘em.”
Gyro tsked with disapproval. “There’s only one thing you’ll be shooting tonight, my sweet, and it won’t be bullets.” Johnny rolled his eyes in response. “And, if that’s still not enough, your office is soundproof, and we can draw the blinds down for absolute privacy.” He stroked his cheek. “It’s just you and me here, babe. No one to disturb us.”
Johnny leaned into his touch. “Yeah,” he murmured, then grabbed him by the wrist and kissed his palm. “I’m all yours.”
The romantic declaration tugged at Gyro’s heartstrings, but also sent an electric shiver racing through his body. That was it. No more stalling.
He stood up, perhaps a little too fast, as it made Johnny blink at the abruptness of the action. “I can’t wait any longer.” With one hand, he snatched the rucksack under his desk. With the other, he wrapped his arm around Johnny’s slender waist and hoisted him up and over his shoulder with a grunt.
Johnny cried out in alarm, flailing in his grasp. “G-Gyro! What are you-?”
Before he could continue, Gyro strode towards the private office, just about holding back from sprinting the narrow length of the corridor. He nudged the door open with his hip and closed it behind with a well-aimed kick. He dumped the rucksack on the floor, then allowed Johnny to slide down off his shoulder and back to his feet.
Gyro was about to pull his boyfriend closer, but Johnny beat him to it. The shorter man launched at him with vigour, shoving him against the wooden door and pressing a heated kiss against his mouth. Gyro moaned as his tongue swiped against his, hot and wet and sweet. Hands were tangled in hair. Jonny’s cologne and heady scent made Gyro’s head swim.
In seconds, Gyro’s body was flooded with heat. Something uncoiled deep in his gut and his dick twitched against his too-tight underwear. Johnny’s kisses were rough and impatient, his teeth nipping at his lower lip hard enough to pierce the skin. Gyro managed to pull away for air and licked at the metallic-tasting blood. He chuckled breathlessly. “Ooh, what a naughty kitten, biting me like that.”
The comment caused Johnny to stiffen with embarrassment. His cheeks turned flush again. “You’re starting that already?” he mumbled.
“Why wait?” Gyro planted a kiss on his scalp then smoothed down his ruffled, dark blond locks. “Are you ready for this, my love?” He sobered. “We can change plans if you aren’t comfortable.”
Johnny shook his head. “No. I want this. I can do it. If I said I’ll do it, I mean it.” He took Gyro’s large, firm hands in his. He met his eyes. Nervousness lingered in the sky-blue depths, but there was a spark that just needed to be stoked into something hotter. “Tell me what you want me to do, Gyro.”
“Hmm.” He released his hands from Johnny’s and tugged at his lapel of his partner’s navy suit jacket. “You can start by undressing for me. I like this swanky suit, but I like your birthday suit a lot more, you know?”
Johnny huffed, swallowing what was probably another insult about his awful attempts at humour, but did as he was told. He pulled the suit off his shoulders and threw it across the room. Then, at a purposely, agonisingly slow pace, he undid each button of his crisp white shirt, gradually revealing a slim yet toned torso. Gyro leaned back against the door and watched as Johnny let the shirt slip free and pool at his feet. With a seductive smirk, Johnny splayed a hand against his chest, sliding through the dusting of gold hair there, then moved down towards his belt. Gyro clenched his hands into fists to stop him lunging forward and ripping the pants right off him, but he knew Johnny would scold him for destroying the expensive Armani clothing. He forced himself to be patient and watch the little strip tease unfold.
Johnny dragged his leather belt away, then pulled the zip of his pants free to showcase his light blue boxers. The bulge of his swelling cock was already pressing against the fabric, and the sight of it was enough to make Gyro’s own dick throb in anticipation.
At last, Johnny slipped the boxers off his legs to join the rest of his clothes on the carpet. Johnny’s member sprang free with a bob. He was still half-hard – it took him some time for his body to fully respond to his desires – but the pink glans peeking out from under the foreskin made Gyro stifle a groan of excitement. He had seen Johnny naked a thousand times before, but each time was like the first. He greedily drunk in every inch of his smooth body: the contours of the soft muscles over his chest and arms, his nipples pointing out alluringly, his fair skin turning rosy as the air between them grew hotter.
“Beautiful,” Gyro murmured.
Johnny allowed himself a tiny, content smile at the compliment before he squashed it with his usual, bratty scowl. He rubbed his forearms, shivering, perhaps with the cold of the air conditioner or excitement or both. “Now what do you want me to do?”
“Let’s change things up a little.” Gyro looped the handle of the rucksack with his pinky and ring fingers, then he grasped Johnny by the back of his firm thighs and scooped him up.
Johnny yelped again and instinctively clung to Gyro for support. “Stop picking me up without warning me, asshole!”
“Shhh,” Gyro said, grinning. He carried Johnny and plonked him on top of the smooth mahogany desk that took up the centre of the room. The entire surface had been cleared and the chairs had been pushed away to make space. Gyro smirked internally; Johnny anticipated this and prepared in advance. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Johnny’s legs dangling off the edge of the desk half a foot off the ground – it made him look small and cute, even though his exasperated expression wasn’t quite as pleasant.
Gyro shrugged off his own suit jacket, a dark olive green one Johnny had bought him, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. It was subtle, but Johnny’s face lit up; his thick biceps often elicited that response. Gyro unzipped the rucksack and searched inside. “First, we need you to look the part, my sweetheart.” He chuckled to himself at the unintentional rhyme.
He withdrew a headband, the kind that young girls usually wore. Attached to the headband was a pair of fluffy, white cat ears.
Johnny shoulders rose to his red ears. “Aww, hell,” he mumbled under his breath. “I can’t believe I’m really doing this.”
“You love it, really,” Gyro said cheerfully. He popped the headband on Johnny’s head and had to supress a giggle of delight. Wow, he looked even cuter than he had imagined. His visible embarrassment only made him all the more adorable, and that tugged deep at Gyro’s loins. “You need something else, though.”
Johnny’s face shifted from shock to mortification to resignation as Gyro held up another item. “A collar? Really?”
“Yes, really.” The gold bell on the soft leather collar tinkled as he tied around his boyfriend’s neck. It fit snugly, but not tight. “You need a collar so I can find you if you get lost, little kitten.”
Johnny grumbled at being called ‘kitten’ again, but his dick twitched upwards. Gyro licked his lips, mouth dry. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep in character and remain calm. Johnny’s dick was so tempting, and that bead of pre-cum that glistened on the head was begging to be licked. No, they had a plan to stick to, and it would be ten times as fun if he held out a little longer.
That being said, he wanted to push things further. Tonight, they had wanted to explore this specific kink, and there was no way Gyro was going to half-ass it.
“You look the part now,” he said. “But you need to play it.”
Johnny’s eyebrows twitched into a frown. “Don’t tell me…”
“Yes. Kittens go ‘meow, meow’, don’t they? Well, in Italy, cats go ‘miao, miao’, but close enough.” He leaned closer, hands grasping the desk on either side of Johnny’s warm thighs. “Can you do that for me?”
Johnny sighed. He raised his hands close to his chest, fingers curled limply downwards and peered up at Gyro through his lashes. “M-m…meow?”
Gyro released a gasp, hand over his mouth. “Oh my God,” he said, voice muffled, before he withdrew his fingers and grinned. “Say it again!”
“Meow,” Johnny said flatly.
“No, no, no! Like you mean it!”
Johnny released a disgruntled whimper, face bright red. “Meow,” he said, this time in a softer, husky voice. He pawed at Gyro’s stomach with his knuckles. “Meow, meow.”
“Ahh!” Gyro cried. He grasped Johnny’s cheeks, squashing them, and pressed a strong kiss to his nose. “¡Sei così carino!” He peppered more kisses over forehead, his lips, his chin. “What a good little kitten you are.”
Johnny’s ears – not the fluffy cat ones – perked up at the praise. He rubbed his palms up and down Gyro’s shirt. “You really think so?”
“Hmm. But I think you need another accessory to complete the look.”
“There’s more?” Johnny tsked. “How much money did you spend on toys, Gyro?”
“Enough.” Gyro withdrew two more items from the rucksack. One was a bottle of lube. Johnny’s lips parted in realisation and his cock pulsed again and grew harder, guessing what was coming next. He stared with a mix of astonishment and arousal at the butt plug Gyro wiggled before him. The plug was sleek, shiny metal that was egg-shaped, tapered towards one end with a wide flared base at the other. However, attached was a new addition to the plugs Johnny was used to – a long white tail to compliment the ears he wore.
“Oh geez,” Johnny said. “You’re really committed to this, aint ya?” When he was nervous, he slipped into a more pronounced American accent.
“Yep. Now, turn around, please, like a good kitty cat.”
Johnny swore under his breath, but did as he was instructed. He twisted around and shuffled along the desk so that he was on all fours and facing away from Gyro. His ass was now in full view. His balls dangled between his legs and a hint of his cock could be seen from the angle he was at.
Gyro couldn’t help himself. He grabbed each of his boyfriend’s cheeks in his large hands and gave them a good squeeze. They were soft and supple to the touch, but pert and firm from plentiful exercise. He kneaded his buttocks like it was dough before spreading the cheeks apart. Gyro released a throaty groan at the sight before him and his dick strained desperately against his boxers. Johnny’s asshole was twitching and flexing with anticipation. The edge was a little wet and he grazed his finger against the moisture, causing Johnny to flinch. “What’s this? Already lubed up for me?”
“W-well, yeah,” Johnny said hotly. His face was partly hidden from view and obscured by his bangs, but Gyro could only imagine his embarrassed expression. “I knew this would be on the cards, so you should thank me for being polite enough to clean up and prep beforehand so your sorry dick doesn’t get dirty.”
“Oh, I do thank you,” Gyro said, squeezing his ass once more and giving his balls a gentle fondle. He lightly kissed the smooth, taut flesh, before he paused, then gave Johnny’s asshole a swift lick. Johnny gasped and jolted. Perhaps subconsciously, he wiggled his behind as a sign that he wanted more. And Gyro did want to give him more. He loved how Johnny would squirm and whine in his arms as he lapped at that tight ring of muscle, but they could do that another time.
Instead, he opened the bottle of lube. The artificial strawberry scent was strong and he knew it would cling to skin for a few hours afterwards, a memento of their activities. Gyro poured a generous amount over his index and middle fingers until they were sticky and dripping. He started with the index finger first, nudging Johnny’s hole ever so lightly and tracing the outside in a circle. A tremor passed through Johnny’s legs and Gyro’s breath grew tight in his lungs. Johnny was just as eager as he was, a hundred times more sensitive than normal when it came to warming up.
Gyro slowly slid his index finger inside, a little at a time. Johnny made a small grunt of discomfort, but once Gyro had wriggled his finger in and out a few times and he had grown accustomed to the stretch, his vocalisations turned to quiet sighs. Gyro continued to finger him for a minute longer, nudging the subtle bulge of his prostate with just the tip. He kissed the side of one of Johnny’s buttocks. “Is this OK, my love?”
“Yeah. It’s real good, Gyro. You can open me up more. I’m ready.”
Gyro gave a low chuckle, slipping his middle finger inside too. Johnny was right, there was little to no resistance and the digit smoothly joined the other. In and out, slow but firm. This time he applied more pressure against Johnny’s prostate, causing his partner to bite down muffled gasps. The noises were magnified in the dead silent office and made Gyro’s dick pulse with excitement, the front of his boxers turning moist from his leaking head, and the soft squelching noises of the sweet-smelling lube around Johnny’s asshole sounded so lewd. He would often spend longer prepping Johnny’s behind for penetration to ensure he wasn’t uncomfortable, but he was more than ready for something bigger now.
“Alright, my precious kitten,” Gyro said. His voice was scratchy with desire. “Time to look even cuter. Are you ready?”
“Hmm, yes.”
“Ah, ah. What do cats say?”
Johnny sighed again. “Meow,” he drawled, impatient. “Meow, meow, just put it in me already.”
“Nyohoho!” Gyro said, giving Johnny’s butt cheek an affectionate slap with his free hand. “As you wish.” He withdrew his fingers and slavered the butt plug in lube, a few white hairs from the tail becoming coated in the clear liquid. He spread Johnny’s cheeks apart. “It’s a little cold, as a heads up.”
Johnny flinched as the cool metal pressed against his hole, his spine arching as the plug pushed against the tight muscles. Soon, however, the plug slipped inside with a barely audible pop, remaining securely in place as Johnny instinctively clenched around it.
“Are you ready to feel good?” Gyro grinned. At the base of the plug where the fur met steel was a small button. As soon as he pressed it, a low buzzing sound sliced through the quiet and Johnny practically yowled with surprise. His cry melted into strangled whines as pleasure took hold.
Johnny glanced over his shoulder. His mouth was slack, eyes glazed. “Nghhh,” was all he could manage, before panting and trying again. “Aah, it’s, mhh, vibration is strong.”
“Too much?” Gyro said, a flutter of concern in his chest.
Johnny shook his head, tensing against the vibrations running through him. “It’s fine. Hahh. I can manage.”
Gyro gently patted his backside. “Perfect,” he said, then gave the tail a gentle tug. Johnny made a high-pitched whine as it grazed against his prostate. “Hop off from there, kitten.”
Johnny inched his way backwards, careful to not let the plug slide out. He released a few breathless gasps as it shifted inside him and rubbed against his walls. Gyro fought to hold back a grin as the tail that protruded from the plug waved with each movement of his hips, much like a cat’s tail thrashing about with exhilaration.
Eventually, Johnny was stood before him. His face was ablaze and his eyes were averted with uncustomary shyness. The headband was crooked on his head and Gyro delicately adjusted it. “Good boy,” he murmured, kissing his lips.
Johnny grasped at Gyro’s shirt with sudden, powerful lust. The kiss deepened and Johnny reached up to pull Gyro’s long, sandy locks from its semi-neat bun and let it spill free. He ran his hands over his pecs, down his waist, over his ass with a possessive squeeze. He pressed his body flush against Gyro so that his dick, now fully erect and dribbling precum, rubbed against the stiff bulge in lover’s underwear.
Gyro clasped the back of Johnny’s head as their tongues danced around each other. He used his free hand to travel down over his boyfriend’s shivering back, tracing the strong muscles there and the fine sheet of sweat that had collected at the base of his spine. He grasped the tail and gave it another pull, releasing a louder groan from Johnny.
“G-Gyro…” Johnny said, teeth grit with frustration. His nails dug into Gyro’s flesh through his thin shirt. His eyes were moist with tears. “I need…I need more than this.”
“I’ll give you more,” Gyro whispered, against the shell of his ear. “But first, you have to give something to me.”
Johnny gave an eager nod, eyes bright. He enjoyed giving pleasure as much as he did receiving it, perhaps more. “Whatcha want?” he said, voice a little slurred from excitement.
His zeal was infectious. Gyro licked his lips, heart pounding. “On your knees.”
Johnny dropped to the floor in one swift movement and wasted no time with unbuckling Gyro’s belt, grunting with impatience as he struggled to prise it off due to the overly elaborate buckle. Meanwhile, Gyro threw off his shirt, the cool air nipping at his bare skin and raising the dark hairs on his chest. A few beads of sweat glistened across his pecs, adding the muskiness of his scent to the close, stuffy atmosphere.
Once Johnny had wrestled the belt off, he pulled his pants down so hard that Gyro, somewhere in the back of his brain not that wasn’t dizzy with desire, was worried he’d rip them. His black boxers were pulled off next and Gyro let loose a sigh of relief that bordered on a sob. At last! He’d been hard for so long that it was starting to hurt. His thick cock sprang upwards, veins straining against the ruddy, near-translucent skin, and precum wept from the bulging head.
Johnny ran his index finger along his shaft, slow and teasing, avoiding the head on purpose. “You want this kitten to suck you off so badly, don’t ya?” he said, voice husky.
Gyro clamped down on a whimper, feeling his cheeks turn red-hot in an instant. Johnny had overcome his embarrassment and had now embraced the role he was playing. What had once been a cute cat boy had now been upgraded to something even better: a devilish, sexy creature with a Cheshire cat smile, his skin lit by faint starlight and eyes smouldering with a dangerous hunger. Gyro thought he was going to melt like butter in a pan. Johnny was barely touching his dick and he already felt like he was going to explode. How had he turned the tables so fast and effectively?
Johnny pressed a tiny kiss to his dick and Gyro bit down another rather unmanly groan. “Well, do ya?” Another kiss, less careful this time, his tongue tickling a vein. He chuckled. “Did you want me to meow again for you, you dirty old man?”
“H-hey, I’m only six year’s older than you,” Gyro stammered. He grasped Johnny by the shoulders for support, feeling like he was going to topple over.
Johnny hummed, the sound akin to a purr. “You’re so hard, Gyro. You want it my mouth, yeah?” He lapped at the head, quick and rough, causing Gyro to gasp. His mischievous grin widened, revealing teeth that looked almost predatory. “Meow~” he said, drawing out the word mockingly.
“Ah, fuck,” Gyro murmured, words stumbling over each other. His grip on Johnny’s shoulders tightened and his legs trembled. He angled his hips forward so his cock brushed Johnny’s lower lip. “P-please, my love. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“Hypocrite,” Johnny snorted, then wrapped his mouth around Gyro’s engorged cock.
Gyro’s closed his eyes and his jaw fell open as a moan spilled free. Johnny’s lips created a firm, wet seal around his dick with the perfect amount of suction. His dick grazed against the moist inside of his mouth. As Johnny bobbed his head forward, it dragged back Gyro’s foreskin. The delicious friction sent electric tingles shooting through Gyro with every stroke. Johnny’s tongue swirled around the head and tickled the slit, and he used his free hands to grasp his legs and dig his fingers into his thighs. The bell on the collar around his neck gave a merry jingle with each rhythmic suck.
“Oh, God,” Gyro said, blissed out. All he could concentrate on was the warm wetness of Johnny’s mouth over his cock. His head was a hazy, heated fog like a sauna room. Pressure was building up deep inside him and growing more intense by the second.
He cried out as Johnny took his dick in even deeper so that it brushed the back of his throat. Gyro cracked open his eyes and glanced down. His member pulsed and swelled within Johnny’s mouth at the sight before him.
Johnny had his face buried against Gyro’s pubic hair as he gulped down his thick girth with practiced ease, the white cat ears pricked up as if with mischief and sprouting from his unruly golden locks. His blue eyes blazed darkly with passion as he met his gaze.
“J-Johnny,” he grunted. “I don’t think I can l-last like this much longer.”
Johnny gave one long, firm suck before he pulled his mouth away with a loud pop. He wiped the glistening spit and precum from his jaw with the back of his hand and smirked up at him. “What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to let the kitten drink your cream?”
Gyro grabbed his dick at the base as hard as he could to prevent himself from cumming there and then. His cock was burning hot in his grasp. “Hngg! Johnny, sweetheart, you’re killing me here.”
Johnny tilted his head to one side, lazily fondling and tugging at Gyro’s balls. Although his touch was delicate, it was sweet torment. “How about we speed things up a bit, yeah?”
Gyro nodded so eagerly that his head wobbled with a bobble-head toy. “Please.”
Johnny stood up and returned to the desk, bracing his hands against it and thrusting his ass outwards. “Get this thing outta me first, then you can have your turn.”
Gyro switched the vibrator off, then with deliberate slowness to avoid hurting Johnny, he eased the plug out from him. Johnny winced a little as his hole was stretched, but sighed once the plug was free. He then span around to face before Gyro could position himself to penetrate him and replace the plug. He drew a lazy circle on Gyro’s sweat-drenched chest. “Nah, don’t think so. You think you just wanna bend me over and fuck me, but I know what you really want is for me to ride ya.”
His eyes grew wide. “Y-you…” He trailed off, his brain unable to process any coherent thoughts. Johnny always had this effect on him, the cheeky little minx.
“Let me take charge, darlin,” Johnny purred.
Gyro groaned; he was a sucker for that accent, even more so for the way he pronounced the pet name.
He edged closer so that their muscular, slick bodies slid against each other. Due to the height difference, Johnny angled himself on tiptoes so that they were at eye level with each other; it was an adorable action, but Gyro held back on ribbing him. He rubbed up against Gyro, their dicks brushing against each other. They both moaned softly and gripped each other on reflex, rutting their hips for more friction.
Johnny grasped Gyro’s throbbing cock and aligned it with his own, giving both of their members a strong upwards stroke. The precum slipping over their shafts made their foreskins glide smoothly up and down, and when their red-hot glans kissed, Gyro’s mind spun and stars popped across his vision. The scent of sex – sweat, masculine body odour, sweet strawberry lube – was intoxicatingly strong. Gyro wondered if the windows were going to steam up from the heat their bodies gave off.
Johnny pulled away abruptly, making Gyro growl with frustration. The cool air between their now separated bodies was like ice against his feverish skin. He wanted to snatch Johnny and drag him closer so they could continue to rub against each other, but his boyfriend smirked and threaded his fingers through his. “Come here.”
He guided him a few steps forwards and slapped the surface of the desk. Gyro sat down heavily on the edge, almost flopping down due to his bones being like jelly. Unlike Johnny, his feet touched the ground and the carpet tickled his toes. He leaned back with his hands supporting him, his dick pointing straight at Johnny as if selecting a target.
“Lemme lube you up,” Johnny said, squirting some of the viscous liquid into his hand, then massaging it over Gyro’s dick. “I’m not having that thing going inside me dry.”
“W-wouldn’t dream of it,” Gyro said between pants. He bit down his impatience and let Johnny get to work, even though his dick was leaking hard enough to provide ample lubrication.
A few moments later, Johnny clambered onto the desk and straddled Gyro’s hips. Gyro quickly wrapped his arms around him to support him in case he tumbled backwards to the floor. As Johnny shimmied into position, Gyro’s dick brushed against his soft ass cheeks and slipped between them, and he nudged his hips forward so it could rub against his perineum.
“Hey, cut it out,” Johnny scolded. “You bucking like that is making this harder for me.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Johnny wiggled around a bit more until he was satisfied that he was comfortable. His thighs were pressed up against Gyro’s on either side, his cock poking Gyro’s stomach as he leaned against him. He twisted around and glanced over his shoulder as he held Gyro’s dick still and guided it towards his asshole. He took a few deep breaths before he lowered himself down onto it. There was a moment of resistance as his hole refused to stretch around his thick girth, but the oily lube was enough to ease it inside. Gyro’s head lolled back and he released a low groan as Johnny’s walls clamped around his dick. The heat from his inner body was incredible and every nerve ending of his cock was singing with unabashed joy from the amazing friction.
Soon, after a few shallow bounces to get accustomed to the size of the length inside him, Johnny lowered down even further until his whole cock was pushed deep inside him. He winced a little and whined, perhaps from pain but more likely pleasure. He faced Gyro head on and held his gaze. It was fierce and commanding, but there was a softness in those brilliant depths. “Try and hold on longer than ten seconds,” he said, phrasing it almost like a challenge.
With that, he lifted his hips upwards and slammed himself back down again. Gyro moaned again, loud enough to be embarrassing if the office wasn’t empty, as Johnny rode him like his life depended on it and milked him for all he was worth. The desk beneath them creaked and rocked from the force and the bell around Johnny’s throat jangled wildly as jumped up and down. Lascivious, squelching noises filled the room, as well as the slap of hot skin against skin. Gyro’s hands, helped by the rivulets of sweat running down his partner’s tight body, slipped down to his waist. He dug into the flesh there and thrust upwards to meet Johnny’s bounces. At first it was difficult to match his wild pace, but they soon found a fast but steady rhythm.
“Johnny…” Gyro keened. “È così buono…”. Johnny had encouraged (or warned) him to last longer than ten seconds, but he knew he’d be lucky if he lasted a minute. The blow job he’d received and the time spent playing with Johnny as a cat boy had had him riled up and desperate for so long, and now the pleasure that consumed him was almost too much. He could feel his dick pulsing in time with his frantic heartbeat and each throb pushed against Johnny’s slick walls. His balls clenched and shifted.
Johnny didn’t look like he’d manage much longer either; his prostate had been massaged in various ways for what must be almost half an hour now. He looked thoroughly debauched, his cheeks bright pink, his mouth hanging open with each pant, the cat ears perched on his head askew and about to fall off.
“I’m close, my love,” Gyro murmured, finding it difficult to get the words out. His lips didn’t want to cooperate, not when all his brain functions were focused solely on his cock. “I want you, hah, ahh! I want you to cum with me.”
“Nhghh,” was all Johnny could spit out, but the meaning was clear.
Gyro left one hand around the small of Johnny’s back to support him and wasted no time in wrapping his free hand around his cock and pumped it vigorously, twisting his wrist on the upwards stroke in the way that Johnny liked. At the same time, as best as he could with the angle he was, he leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and lapped at Johnny’s right nipple.
In response, Johnny cried out and closed his eyes. He threw his arms around Gyro and clung for dear life as Gyro rutted into him. The sensation of his asshole being pounded, along with the swift hand-job and teasing of his sensitive nipple was too much for him to process at once. Gyro could sense in the way that his entire body tensed and his faced screwed up that it’d be any second now. He thrust up harder and faster and swirled his tongue around the pointed bud of his partner’s nipple.
This wrenched out a long, raw groan from Johnny. His cock gave a final twitch and spurted out a stream of semi-clear white fluid over Gyro’s stomach. A few flecks landed on Gyro’s tongue; the salty taste was potent. Johnny’s member pulsed out more cum, with less force this time, dribbling down the shaft that was now turning flaccid.
Gyro thrust three more times, then on the fourth, he pushed deep inside and stilled, every fibre of his being as tense as steel cables. He released a throaty groan and shuddered. His vision turned white and for a moment his soul left his body, shooting out with the cum that burst out from him. It coated Johnny’s insides with each thick pulse.
Not that it was over, both men were utterly spent. Johnny slumped against Gyro and rested his forehead against his collarbones. His golden locks were dark with sweat and stuck to his temples. The cat ears had fallen off at some point; Gyro hadn’t noticed. Panting raggedly, Gyro wrapped his arms around Johnny in a snug embrace. His cock buried deep inside him began to lose its stiffness, but he didn’t pull out just yet.
“Mamma mia,” he said at last, chuckling weakly and patting Johnny’s shivering shoulders. “That was really something, huh?”
“Hmm” Johnny murmured, sounding almost sleepy. “Gyro…”
“What is it, mi amore?” Gyro said, stroking his hair off his face.
Johnny paused before answering. “You didn’t have to cum inside me, you asshole,” he said, but there was no bite to it.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
Gyro had had some foresight and had packed some towels and wet wipes in the rucksack – the aftermath was just as important as the build-up, after all. When he slipped his cock free of Johnny’s asshole, his cum seeped out and dribbled down Johnny’s inner thigh. Johnny wrinkled his nose with disgust, but said nothing whilst Gyro helped clean him up.
A few minutes later, although still drenched in and stinking of sweat, they were as fresh as they could be without showering. Still naked, they sat on the floor together using the desk as back support. Johnny lay in Gyro’s lap with his back against his broad chest. Their legs were stretched out before them on the carpet. Johnny rested his head back against Gyro with a sigh and didn’t hide the way he snuggled against his strong arms when he was hugged from behind.
Gyro kissed the top of his head. “Did you have fun, my sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” Johnny said lazily. “That was real good. I really needed that.”
Gyro laughed softly. “Me too. It’s been too long since we’ve been wild like that.” He mused on the past with a soppy, nostalgic grin. “Not since the first few weeks when we got together and I convinced you to get into bed with this handsome hunk.”
Johnny snorted. “Only because you wouldn’t quit bugging me about it, following me around the office like a puppy and begging me for sex.”
“Only because you seduced me with that sexy scowl and perfect butt.”
“Only because I felt bad for you and slept with you because no one else could put up with how annoying you are.”
“Ohh, Johnny,” Gyro whinged. “You don’t mean that!”
“Nah, I don’t.” Johnny grabbed Gyro’s hand and held it against his chest. His heartbeat pulsed against his palm and he could sense his chest rise and fall with each soft breath. “I’m glad you chose me.” He paused, his body turning stiff. “I wouldn’t choose me.”
“Johnny,” Gyro scolded, but heartfelt and quiet. He held him closer. “You said you weren’t going to say those things anymore.”
“…Sorry.”
There was a moment of silence. Gyro reflected on the past – the day they met, back when Johnny was a broken shell of a man, confined to a wheelchair, cold, distant, and alone. After much coaxing and borderline begging, Gyro convinced him to seek help from the Zeppeli family of doctors. Several months of painful, intensive psychotherapy and counselling later, Johnny was able to take his first steps since the day that bullet had pierced his spine. Shortly after, Johnny then took his first steps towards a long-term relationship with Gyro. Sometimes he still stumbled off the path, but Gyro was determined to pick up this bratty, beautiful man every time.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yeah.” Johnny’s voice was scratchy and Gyro braced himself for tears, but they didn’t come. Instead, a tiny smile pulled at his lips. “Love ya too.”
“I know.” Gyro nuzzled his head against his neck and smooched it.
“Ah, your beard is itchy!” He playfully shoved his head away. “You know,” he began slowly. “The whole cat thing was kinda weird…but I didn’t hate it.”
“Oh?” Gyro perked up. “You want to do it again some time?”
“Sure, why the hell not.” Johnny tried to sound non-committal, but there was an undercurrent of excitement in his voice. “But this time, maybe we should do it at home.” He grimaced. “I’m not sure how I feel about using my desk now that we came all over it.”