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"You wanted to see me, sir?"
Hangman was standing in the doorway of Maverick's makeshift office, a space which was clearly lent to him because he needed it and not because anyone necessarily wanted to.
"Sit down. Shut the door behind you," Maverick answered, barely looking up from the papers he was pretending to write something important on. With his permanent smirk intact, Hangman swaggered across the floor and sat in the chair opposite the man's desk.
"That shit you pulled with Rooster today. Pressing his buttons like that. I don't want to see it again, got it?" Maverick threatened.
"Of course, sir," the younger man chuckled.
"I don't think you quite understand me. If I can't trust you to be a member of this team, you might as well get out now. Now can you play nice or can't you?" Mitchell growled.
"Oh, I can play real nice, Captain," Hangman winked, leaning forward, his elbows on the desk.
"Naturally, I want to do whatever I can to ensure this incident doesn't cloud your judgement when deciding who goes on that mission. I'd be happy to, well, put in some extra work, if that'll help. Say, right now even?" Jake grinned, slowly standing up while keeping his elbows on the desk.
"What are you saying?" Maverick questioned, not sure whether to move away or lean in.
"Please Professor Mitchell, I'll do anything for an 'A'," Hangman smirked. Against his better judgment, Maverick gave in, leaning forward towards the younger man.
"And what is it you had in mind?" he smiled.
"Well you see, I've got a bit of an, oral fixation," Jake began as he slowly climbed up onto the desk, on his hands and knees, pushing the man's papers aside. "Which is mostly just my way of politely saying I'm great at sucking dick," he smirked.
"You know what happens here can't leave this room, right?" Maverick threatened, placing his hands on the other man's.
"Yes sir," Hangman smiled.
"And if you disrespect me just one time, we're done. Got it, Lieutenant?" Mitchell growled as he stood up, running a tentative hand through the younger man's hair before pulling lightly.
"Mm, yes sir," Jake groaned.
"You know, it's not surprising that you like having something in that mouth of yours," Maverick chuckled as he gripped Jake's chin. "The way you mouth off you're practically begging to be shut up."
"Yes sir. Shut me up, Captain," Hangman breathed, starting to get hard already.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me," Maverick ordered, and Hangman obeyed with a smile. As his instructor leaned forward and circled the tip of his tongue with his own, Jake practically shivered beneath him, groaning softly. Maverick teased the tip of Hangman's tongue for a long moment, circling it a few times before taking it between his lips, sucking on it. Hangman's moan of "oh my god" was swallowed by the man's lips on his, Jake immediately reciprocating with a passionate kiss.
The second Maverick pulled back, Hangman dropped down to lay on the desk, turning over onto his back and letting his head hang upside down off the edge of it. He reached up and grabbed at the man's hips, pulling Maverick close enough that he could mouth at his crotch.
"Mm, there you go Seresin. Good boy," Maverick praised, causing the younger man to moan against him. Hangman flattened his tongue against the outline of Mitchell's erection, eager to taste the man for real but also wanting to draw this out longer. He desperately wanted to make some quip about the man not even needing viagra, but he even more desperately wanted to not fuck this up.
"Can't say I'm surprised you enjoy praise that much," Maverick chuckled. "Now you've just gotta earn it."
"I'll be so good sir, I promise," Hangman groaned as he reached for the man's belt, but Maverick grabbed his wrists.
"Ah ah, we're going to do this on my time. Now put your hands on the desk," Mitchell ordered. Frowning slightly, Hangman gripped the edge of the desk to keep from moving his hands. "Good, sweetheart. So good. Now just keep it up," Maverick cooed. Hangman let out a quiet whine, growing embarrassingly hard already.
Jake did his best to keep his breathing under control as he watched Maverick unbuckle his belt just inches from his face. Even though he was quite the stud, he hadn't recently had the time to go to a bar and end up on his knees in a bathroom stall. He couldn't wait to taste the man's cock on his tongue, an eagerness which could have killed him if Mitchell didn't start moving faster. Finally, he got his first look at the man's dick, and he even more desperately wanted to taste it after that.
"Fuck yes, can't fuckin' wait to get that in me, sir," he groaned, unable to hold back.
"You'd tell me if you wanted to stop, right?" Maverick asked as he slowly stroked his cock, teasing the other man more than it did himself.
"I don't want to stop, sir, please. Want you to fuck my throat until it's sore," Jake begged.
Hangman eagerly parted his lips when the man's cock pressed to them, immediately flicking his tongue over the tip of it. Maverick's cock was thick enough that he knew his jaw would be feeling it pretty quick, and long enough that it would likely cause him to gag. Both prospects had him hard as a rock. He sucked hard on whatever he could get to, hoping to draw the man in further. When Maverick suddenly thrusted in hard, then just as quickly pulled back again, Hangman couldn't help but moan loudly, vibrating around the head of the man's dick as he wordlessly begged for him to do it again.
"Goddamn, love how desperate you are," Maverick chuckled as he once again plunged all the way in and pulled back, feeling the man's tongue circling the head of his cock. He let out a shaky breath as Hangman's tongue prodded at his urethra as if the man was trying to push it inside him.
Sick of teasing, Maverick fell into a more steady rhythm, slowly but intensely burying his cock between the younger man's lips, then pulling out halfway, only to plunge into him again, feeling him gag slightly every time. Hangman whined around the man's dick, still wanting, needing, more. Mitchell immediately acquiesced, moving his hips harder and faster, groaning softly at the feeling of Jake's tongue sliding over his dick as he moved in and out. When Hangman felt Maverick's hand rest on his throat, he had to white knuckle the desk to keep from touching the man, or himself for that matter. He moaned loudly around Mitchell's dick in an effort to convey what he wanted, and thankfully it worked.
Maverick lightly pressed on Hangman's throat, marveling as he watched saliva seep out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down his cheeks. He slowed his thrusts to a stop, holding all the way inside Jake's mouth, feeling the man's throat spasm until he choked and Maverick relented. He pulled back halfway and watched as Hangman coughed around him, the man's spit mixed with his leaking fluid foaming at Hangman's lips. Mitchell squeezed Jake's throat slightly harder and pushed back in, barely giving him time to remember how to breathe before coaxing him into choking again.
"You're so good, baby. So good to me," Maverick praised as he once again pulled back slightly, allowing Hangman a moment to breathe.
Jake whined quietly in protest as Maverick pulled out completely.
"Oh, sweetheart, was that too much?"
Hangman hadn't even registered the tears that had slipped out of his eyes until Maverick was crouched down, wiping them away.
"That was fucking fantastic. Can we do it again, sir?" Hangman breathed, realizing that he could use a drink of water. He took in a sharp breath as Maverick leaned forward and kissed his spit covered lips, fingertips ghosting over his throat.
"You're so, perfect, you know that? Wish I could keep you around all the time," Maverick groaned as he stood up.
Hangman frowned as he watched Mitchell sit down, worried that that meant the man didn't want to continue.
"Well, Lieutenant? Front and center," Maverick ordered, and Jake eagerly obeyed, ignoring the head rush he got when he stood up and positioning himself in front of the man, hands behind his back.
"Good boy. Now strip," Maverick purred, watching the younger man shiver slightly at the moment of praise.
Deftly stripping off his clothes, Hangman was soon nude in front of his instructor, erection standing proud and leaking slightly.
"On your knees, right here," Maverick commanded as he parted his knees. Hangman obeyed quickly, dropping to his knees right in front of the man. He slid his hands up Maverick's thighs until a warning look from the man caused him to frown slightly and cross his wrists behind his back.
"Look at you, so obedient. Why can't you be this good during class?" Maverick chuckled, leaning down and planting a kiss on the man's lips.
"Because I never had ample encouragement," Hangman smirked.
"Are you saying if we do this more often you'll watch your mouth?" Mitchell grinned, leaning back in his chair and absentmindedly pumping his cock a few times.
"I'll see what I can do," Jake winked.
With a hand on Hangman's chin, Maverick pulled him in towards his dick and the man eagerly closed his lips around the tip of it, sucking hard while teasing it with his tongue.
"So good, baby," Maverick groaned as he placed his hands on the back of Jake's head and slowly pulled him all the way down. Rolling his hips slightly, Mitchell held him down as he started to gag, keeping him there until he started to instinctively pull back and Maverick finally loosened his grip, letting up halfway. Hangman choked around him, coughing out saliva and whatever else that had come up.
Maverick then found a hard, fast rhythm of moving Hangman's head back and forth for a while, then holding him all the way down until he instinctively fought against the man's tight grip, at which point Maverick would let him cough and sputter around the head of his cock. After a few times of this, tears rolled down Hangman's cheeks, mixing with the saliva that spilled from his lips. He let out a quiet whimper of protest as Maverick gripped his hair and pulled him off, a string of spit connecting his bottom lip to the man's cock until their lips crashed together in a rough kiss, Maverick's tongue ravaging his mouth.
"Now, I don't want to overstep any bounds, but--" Maverick began before Hangman cut him off with another passionate kiss.
"Fuck me, sir. Please, fuck me," Jake groaned against his lips before kissing him again.
"Well, that answers that question," Maverick chuckled. "Alright then, sweetheart. Position yourself how you want and I'll fuck you into the ground," he smirked, pulling Hangman in for one more tongue filled kiss before letting him go.
Jake thought about it for a quick moment as he stood up, then moved to bend over the desk, reaching up and gripping the opposite edge of it.
"You know, I'm not going to be able to work at this desk anymore without thinking about this," Mitchell smirked as he stood up and placed a hand on Jake's hip, drawing a low groan from his throat.
"Well, I could always suck you off underneath it while you do whatever it is you do in here, sir," Hangman winked, then gasped as Maverick's hands came down on his ass and then gripped it hard.
Maverick quickly sucked two fingers into his mouth, then ran them over Jake's hole, teasing but not pushing in. He flashed a look of confusion when Hangman reached back and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from pushing any further.
"No, no, just fuck me. I want to feel this for a week," Hangman begged.
"Are you sure?" Mitchell questioned before spitting on his hand and coating his dick with saliva.
"I'm sure. Get it in me, sir," Hangman encouraged, pressing his forehead to the desk and white knuckling the edge of it, bracing himself.
"Have you done this, much?" Maverick asked as he pressed the head of his cock to the younger man's hole.
"Oh yeah, I get fucked all the time," Jake breathed, thinking loose thoughts.
"Those are the words of a man who can count the number of times on one hand," Mitchell chuckled, slowly teasing his cock up and down over the younger man's hole.
"Come on, please sir, just fuck me," Hangman whined, growing more desperate the more he felt the man's cock slide past his rim.
"Fine, but say the word and I'll stop. Alright?" Maverick acquiesced, spitting more saliva onto his cock.
"Yes sir," Hangman breathed, pushing his ass out further.
"Just relax, baby," Maverick encouraged as he slowly began pressing into Jake's hole.
"Oh my god," Hangman choked out, gripping the desk tighter.
"Relax, Jake," Mitchell pressed, running a reassuring hand over the man's side while continuing to push in at a slow but steady pace.
"Holy shit, sir," Hangman whimpered, desperately trying to keep from tensing up as Maverick's girth opened him up in a way he never thought possible.
"That's about halfway. Do you want to keep going?" Maverick asked as he stopped moving.
"Yes," Hangman gasped out. "Just slam it in me. Just get inside me, sir."
"Are you sure?" Mitchell asked, feeling the younger man's hole spasm around him.
"So sure. Want to feel this when I'm flying tomorrow," Hangman groaned.
"Tell you what. When I feel you relax enough, I'll start counting, and I'll push in on three, got it?"
"Yes sir," Hangman answered, trembling with excitement and nerves.
After a few deep breaths, Jake felt sufficiently relaxed.
"One, two--"
It was inevitable that the man would tense up in anticipation once he got to three, therefore Maverick slammed in on two.
"Holy fuck," Hangman shouted, bringing his fist down on the desk, clenching his hand so tight his knuckled whitened.
"Good boy, so good, taking it all so well," Mitchell praised.
"Fuck, sir, feels so fucking big," Jake whined, breathing through the pain of the stretch and feeling it turn into pleasure.
Maverick threaded one hand through Hangman's hair and laid the other across his back, gripping his opposite side. He rocked his hips out and in slightly, drawing a groan from Hangman's throat.
"Yes, fuck yes, fuck me sir," he moaned, chest heaving. As Maverick's hand moved from his hair to pushing two fingers into his mouth, Jake let out a ragged groan, laving his tongue over the man's digits. Maverick pushed his fingers further back until Hangman started to gag, then pulled out slightly and kept his fingers there, feeling the man suck down on them.
He moved his hips experimentally, pulling out a couple inches and pushing back in at a steady pace. The way Hangman moaned around his fingers spurred him on, pulling out more and thrusting in harder. Jake felt impossibly tight around him, drawing him in, bringing him closer to his impending orgasm. He likely could have cum from just the man's tight heat milking him for all he had. Maverick grew less concerned with not hurting the man and started into a hard rhythm, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in at a quick pace. Hangman's loud moaning let him know he was doing something right.
Jake desperately wanted to touch himself, pump his erection until he spilled onto the floor, but he kept his hands on the desk. He sucked at the man's fingers with renewed vigor, drooling around them. Although Maverick's cock brutally pounding into his hole felt impossibly good, he was harboring enough self control to stay obedient.
That just about went out the window when Maverick leaned in next to ear and groaned out a question.
"Where do you want it?"
Mitchell moved his fingers so the younger man could respond.
"Want to taste it," Jake whimpered. It had been a difficult decision, as the thought of the man spilling into him, warming his insides, was enough to get him impossibly close to the edge. But, his need to know what Maverick's cum tasted like won.
"On your knees then," Maverick growled as he pulled out.
Hangman quickly dropped to his knees, opening his mouth without needing to be told.
"Suck on the tip, there you go," Maverick encouraged as Jake's mouth closed around the head of his cock. He moved his hand over the length of it, moments away from release. Hangman teased his tongue over the man's cock, drawing a groan from his throat. When Jake looked up at him, lips and chin wet with saliva, breathing heavily, Maverick lost it. He spilled into the younger man's mouth with a loud moan, feeling Hangman's tongue flicking over his urethra as he came, practically drawing it out of him.
Maverick rolled his hips through his orgasm, and the sight of a bit of his cum dripping out of Hangman's mouth was almost enough to get him hard again. He pulled out and leaned down, collecting the drop of cum on his tongue before kissing Hangman sweetly.
"God, sweetheart, you're fucking good," Maverick groaned.
"Thank you sir," Hangman winked.
"Come here," Mitchell encouraged, bringing Hangman to his feet, then sitting down, pulling the man into his lap.
He turned Jake's head toward him and kissed him while quickly pumping his cock. Hangman whined into his mouth, hips bucking slightly as Maverick stroked him. He pushed his tongue into the older man's mouth, and, as hoped, Maverick sucked down on it, easily pulling him over the edge. With a loud moan, Hangman spilled onto his abdomen, whining as Maverick stroked him through his orgasm and well past it before stopping.
Maverick dragged a finger through the cum on Hangman's skin and brought it to the man's lips, who eagerly took it into his mouth, licking it clean. They continued this until Hangman's skin was spotless, and he was half hard again as well.
"Hope you weren't planning on seeing anyone tonight. You look thoroughly fucked out," Maverick grinned.
"I feel thoroughly fucked out," Jake chuckled. "Wanna go again?"
"Goddamn, you're too young for your own good. How about you come see me tomorrow, and I'll pound your sore hole good and hard," Maverick said in a low voice next to Hangman's ear while teasing the man's bottom lip with his thumb.
"Can't wait, sir," he grinned.