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To all of Kurama's colleagues and associates, Yusuke was nothing more than a trophy wife/husband. In their minds, he was a man who had nothing to offer his successful corporate husband, other than his looks. He couldn't fault them for their mindset, they were not aware of Kurama and his past but they were aware that he was a high school dropout and a ramen stand owner. Which in the minds of Kurama's coworkers, proved their thoughts. Honestly, it should bother Yusuke, that he was thought of as nothing more than a pretty face, but it didn't, he had been called worst in his youth. He was very secure in his relationship, and he understood where he stood in it. He felt so comfortable in his relationship, that he periodically enjoyed feeding into their beliefs.
Yusuke adjusted the ensemble one last time before making his way into the towering corporate building. It was Friday, and Yusuke had brought a homemade lunch and dessert for his husband to enjoy. He sauntered up to the lobbyist's desk, where a bored-looking woman sat, reading a celebrity gossip magazine.
"Good afternoon" Yusuke greeted the receptionist. The young woman glanced up from her magazine. If she recognized him, she didn't seem to care as she mumbled a polite greeting before immediately turning back to her celebrity gossip for the day.
Shrugging, Yusuke signed the guest sheet before heading over to the elevator. He mashed the button and waited less than a minute before it arrived, empty of any occupants. He got on and pressed the button for the top floor where upper management and their assistants had their offices.
Upon hearing the elevator doors close, the receptionist glanced around before she picked up the phone to call her work friend. The line rang once before it was picked up, and the soft voice of a female answered. Before the other woman could say a proper greeting, the lobbyist was already gossiping
"Girl, you won't believe it but Mr. Minamino's trophy wife is here for lunch. You know what that means..."
The elevator doors pinged open and Yusuke confidently strode off. His heels clicked softly as he made his way to his husband's office.
Kurama's office, took up the majority of the top floor making Yusuke's walk short. In no time, he arrived at a set of closed doors. He reached out to knock on them, but they opened before he could do so.
Startled, Yusuke quickly stepped to the side as several stern-looking and well-dressed businessmen stepped out. The last man to step out was Kurama, himself, who seemed engaged in a deep conversation with an older man.
"Thank you again for the help on this project" Kurama shook the man's hands before he turned and noticed Yusuke standing off to the side. The man, recognizing that their conversation was officially over took his leave, glancing at Yusuke in mild disgust. Yusuke merely smirked at the old man, unperturbed by the dirty look.
Since his subordinate was leaving the area, Kurama allowed his gaze to darken as he took in his husband's outfit. The man was scantily clad, dressed in a black short leather skirt and a white blouse. Only the middle two buttons were buttoned up, leaving the rest undone, allowing the shirt to gap, exposing a hint of a green fabric underneath. The boots Yusuke wore were knee length, drawing his eye's attention downward to his muscle legs and his thick thighs. Kurama turned to Yusuke, coughing lightly to mask the desire in his voice.
"I see my wife brought me lunch today, I'm very fortunate"
"I also brought you dessert. Would you like to eat that first" Yusuke smirked as he walked passed Kurama to enter his office.
Kurama didn't respond, instead, he followed his husband, closing and locking the door behind them. When he turned around Yusuke had his back to him, perched comfortably on his desk, impatiently waiting. Kurama groaned, he swiftly came around to the back of his desk, where he made himself comfortable in his office chair.
"What are you waiting for fox? You don't want it to get cold" Yusuke leaned back, spreading his legs to rest a heeled foot on each of the office chair arms.
"No, we wouldn't want that" Kurama licked his dry lips. He grasped Yusuke's plump thighs, massaging the soft skin tenderly. He slid his chair closer to get into a better position as his hands slid the skirt up. His eyes widened and his mouth watered at the sight of Yusuke's hard arousal wrapped in a pair of green lacy panties.
Seeing Kurama's stunned expression, Yusuke smirked good-naturedly. "Does my husband like the look of his dessert."
"You know I do...thank you for the meal" Kurama breathed against Yusuke's sex, he proceeded to tug the drenched panties to the side, freeing Yusuke's dripping member. Groaning at the sight, He grasped the base of Yusuke's sex as he pressed a gentle kiss to the leaking tip. His tongue slowly came out to lick into the slit before he curled it around the wet head, sucked it into his mouth.
Yusuke moaned loudly. His voice rang throughout the office. The former detective was unconcerned with who might still be within hearing distance. After all, Kurama's coworkers had already assumed what he was here for, might as well give them something to talk about.
Kurama's mouth worked over him eagerly, his tongue digging into the slit as he bob his head. He glanced up at Yusuke, watching his lover's parted lips and harsh breathing. Groaning, around the thick cock in his mouth, Kurama slid down the member, logging it in the back of his throat as he swallowed, harshly.
"Fuck, fox...you're sucking me so well. I have been wanting this all day."
Kurama moaned at the thought, the vibration of which had Yusuke shivering and moaning louder. Unable to hold back, Yusuke's hips moved, slowly rolling his cock deeper into his lover's wet mouth. His hands trembled as he reached up to undo the buttons on his top, allowing the shirt to spill open, showing the green bralette he had worn underneath. The material of the bra was so thin, that he was able to easily pinch his nipple through the material. The praises continued spilling easily from his mouth. "Look at me, baby. You're doing so well. Maybe I should give you what you deserve."
Kurama obeyed, glancing up at Yusuke to see the man pinching and twisting his nipples through the bra. His hard cock twitched in his pants as he swallowed around the man's cock, one last time before popping off it.
Kurama's lips were sticky and shiny with a mix of precum and spit. He nodded to Yusuke as he got up from the chair to disrobe.
While Kurama disrobed, Yusuke got off the desk to make adjustments to his outfit. He hiked the skirt higher up his hips and removed the drenched panties. He sighed as his hard cock popped free from the constricting material. Once that task was complete, Yusuke rummaged around the lunch bag intent on finding the small bottle of lube. He found it quickly, popping open the cap, he applied the substance to his aching cock.
By the time Yusuke was done slicking up his member, Kurama was naked, already perfectly bent over the desk, presenting himself and the glittering green anal plug that Yusuke had managed to convince his lover to wear for the day.
"Look at you, presenting yourself to me. What would your coworkers think? Letting your trophy wife bang you out during lunch"
Kurama moaned at Yusuke's salacious words as he responded. "I imagine they would be jealous. It's been a long time since any of those men had anyone touch them."
Yusuke chuckled as he grasped the plug. He pressed it in, deeply, before pulling it out. "They probably can't get it up anyway."
Kurama made a positive noise in agreement with both Yusuke words and his actions. His hole gapped open, fluttering around nothing but air. That quickly changed as Yusuke lined himself up, and pressed into his lover, eagerly.
Yusuke bottomed out easily, his husband's entrance sucking him in greedily. He pulled out and slammed back in, quickly setting a fast pace that had him feeling on the verge of coming.
Kurama moaned, almost wailing as he felt Yusuke slam into him roughly, jostling his body. His nipples which were lying flat against the smooth surface of his desk, were constantly being stimulated by Yusuke's steady movements.
"My husband feels so good, so tight. I hope he enjoys his dessert." Yusuke panted as he thrust faster. He leaned over his lover's back, draping himself over Kurama's slim form. His skirt which was bunched up around his waist rubbed pleasurably over Kurama's body.
"So good...So close" Kurama whimpered as his greedy opening clenched tightly around Yusuke's manhood. It loosens before clenching around the other man again, Spasming constantly in rhythmic waves. His hips pressed back, meeting each thrust as his legs trembled. Kurama jolted as he felt his erection taken in a tight grip, the hand barely closed around him before he was crying out loudly, coming and drenching his desk in his sticky seed.
Yusuke groans as he felt his lover come, the man's hole clamping down onto his cock, milking him of his orgasm. He collapses into the chair behind him, bringing his lover with him as they both attempt to catch their breath.
Once both of them has their breathing back under control, they began the tedious process of fixing their clothes. Yusuke doesn't bother trying to make himself look any more presentable then necessary, going as far as to leave his hair messy. It gives him a well fuck look that is bound to give Kurama's coworkers something to gossip about. Unlike Yusuke, Kurama's goes the extra mile to redress himself, and make himself look as if nothing explicit had taken place. The older male manages it easily. His expensive suits is put back on with not a trace of a crease or wrinkle in the fabric. He appears absolutely perfect.
Seeing his lover, so put together after he had just finished taking him apart, always manages to do something to Yusuke. He has the urge to kiss the man, to ruin him and be ruined in turn but their time is short. So he settles for a simple kiss. It's short but sweet. Its a pity that kurama's lunch is over. He sighs into Kurama soft lips as he pulls away.
"Remember to be home by six. Dinner will be ready by then."
"I know, my dear. I won't be late." Kurama leans in to exchange another kiss with his husband. His hands travel down to cup Yusuke's rear, surprised to feel the lack of panties. When he pulls back, he glances around the room for them and doesn't glimpse the green fabric.
"Good.. I'll see you tonight" Yusuke turns away and heads to the door. Before he opens it, he glances back at Kurama, smirking mischievously. "Check your pocket, if you need a little pick me up, to get through the rest of the day." With that statement, Yusuke leaves the office. He has barely taken two steps pass the office threshold before he hears a quiet moan. It seems Kurama had checked his pocket and found the panty he stuffed into it.
The ride down to the lobby is no different than the ride up. The elevator dings once more and he makes his way over to the guest sheet to sign out. The receptionist is still gazing over her magazine.
"Have a good evening" Yusuke states as he finds his name and signs out.
The receptionist glances up, repeating the same pleasantries before going back to her celebrity gossip. She waits til Yusuke has turned around and left the building to make her phone call. The phone rings several times before her friend answers.
"Girl...trophy wife just left. Mr. Minamino must be laying that pipe. He looked worn out...but you know, that comes with that lavish lifestyle. He better keep securing the bag, that's what I would do."
The woman mumbled an agreement, you can hear her typing away on a keyboard as she responded. "It's always the quiet ones, you know. But, I always thought he had big dick energy. So young and good-looking, his dick has got to be big. Shit, it might be too big, though..."
"No such thing as too big..."
The two women continued their discussion until the end of their work shift.