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There were no more contract readings scheduled for today, but a lot of office busy work. The Öufi Fixer wasn’t looking much forward to it, but he’d at least get some alone time with his lovely assistant. Still, he could feel a headache coming on from all this damn paperwork and legal jargon. And while Gregor was good as a second knowledgeable mind that he could proofread to, they couldn’t evenly split the work because Gregor had no hands.
But watching his lover scowling at the papers, Gregor had an idea. “Sir? Would you... like some stress relief?” That was a euphemism they used very often. And an unofficial duty that Gregor was more than happy to fill. Probably it was his favorite duty to fill.
“That would be lovely, lad. We don’t have time for a proper break right now, but...” Heathcliff scooted out from under his desk, leaving the space underneath open.
Gregor’s wings fluttered. He knew exactly what he had in mind, and he couldn’t be happier to oblige. He quickly got up underneath the desk, and Heathcliff scooted back in, hiding him from sight. Heathcliff unbuckled his belt and took his cock out. He wasn’t huge, but decently above average. Anything bigger would probably scare the poor former soldier, who’d never been in a formal relationship before.
However, what Heathcliff wanted from him was something he had significant experience with doing during the war. His mandibles took his flaccid cock into their grasp, and Gregor let out a quiet giggle as his partner rapidly became hard just from that. Then his mandibles gently fed the length into his warm, wet, wanting mouth. He bobbed his head gently down to the base and rested his chin on the chair, leaning against his crotch with his throat perfectly full. His wings fluttered softly behind him as arousal built low in his gut, from his boss using him as a cockwarmer, a stress relief toy, a warm hole. Not to mention those muscular thighs that could crush him at any time. Gregor adored doing this. He felt so safe and fulfilled and full down here, warm and content, his mind slowing down into a very simple, blissed out state where he didn’t have to worry about anything but swallowing gently and sucking nice and soft and slow around his cock.
He was getting so wet down here, but he didn’t care. He knew that his boss would always reward him for good work. He wasn’t sure how much time passed, drawing out this blowjob as long as possible, lost in the heat haze as he was. He just knows his wings buzzed and he made a choked, pleasured sound as Heathcliff suddenly grabbed him by his hair and yanked him up and down his cock fast and hard, before slamming him down to base and coming down his throat.
Gregor moaned softly, wings fluttering in deep arousal, soft brown eyes completely besotted as he swallowed down every bit obediently. He was soaking his shorts at this point he was so wet. Then he relaxed his throat and let his beloved boss recover as he closed his eyes and relaxed again. Fingers much more softly pet through his hair, playing with his antenna, and Gregor purred happily around his cock, vibrating it nicely.
“Wings, you’re such a good boy. A cute little cumdump for me, aren’t you?” Heathcliff rumbled to him quietly. “Just a couple more hours, and I’ll reward you for all your hard work of being your boss’s cockwarmer.”
Had it already been hours? It didn’t matter... he could happily do this all day long. It was his favorite duty. Gregor bobbed his head in a little nod, continuing to purr softly as he started gently sucking his cock again.
Time got all fuzzy for him again as stayed in that cozy little submissive headspace, drawing out the second blowjob as long as he could.
Then the door was knocked on before it audibly opened, and Gregor’s quiet purring stopped immediately, eyes going wide.
Heathcliff pet his head briefly in comfort before returning his hand to his desk. “Can I help you, sir?” He asked whoever had entered.
“Apologies, Heathcliff, I needed to ask you a few things about those upcoming projects you’re working on. Say-- where’s that little assistant of yours?”
“I sent him to run some errands around the headquarters for me, he’ll be back later. I felt bad keeping him cooped up here all day proofreading for me.” Heathcliff answered easily, the lie slipping off his tongue with ease. His voice was the perfect picture of calm and composed, despite having his cock all the way down his assistant’s throat for hours now and being well on his way to a second orgasm. “If it’s about K Corp, email me and I’ll deal with it tomorrow. The day is nearly done.”
“Right, then. Asides from that, I needed to ask about some of your upcoming important contracts...” The coworker kept discussing the topic, going through them thoroughly, completely oblivious to what was happening under the desk.
And Heathcliff responded completely calm, giving no hint as to what he’d been doing all day.
“Well, I’m about to finish up with these these last few papers, so if that’s all...” Heathcliff subtly nudged his foot forward, nudging the tip of his dress shoe teasingly against his lover’s soaked mound. Gregor, stiff the entire time, jolted slightly, throat tightening around his cock as he tried desperately to stay quiet.
“I think that will be it for today, yes. Good work as always, Heathcliff. You truly will probably become Director one day.” The man said, and footsteps went out in the hall as the door closed behind him.
Heathcliff reached under the desk and yanked his lover roughly off his cock. “You’re absolutely perfect, Gregor. So good for me today, relieving my stress and making me feel so good. So I think it’s finally time for your reward. I’ll lock the door. You know exactly how I want you.”
Gregor blushed furiously at the praise, anticipation reaching a fever pitch. As his boss got up to lock the door, Gregor quickly scrabbled from under to shove down his shorts carefully and bend over his desk, claws pressed together and hanging over the front of the desk. As always, the Öufi Fixer came and took the ribbon off his hat, and used to tie his arms together at the point before they came claws. Then, he was behind him, lining his cock up to his soaked hairy cunt.
As Heathcliff pushed in gently, Gregor whimpered softly, biting his lip to keep it down.
“There we are. You’re doing wonderful, love. Don’t worry about anything at all. Wings, you’re soaked... you’ve been wanting this all day, haven’t you?” Heathcliff whispered in his ear, bent over him as he let him adjust. “Don’t be too loud now, there’s still people in the building. Just whisper out those cute little noises for me. Tell me when I can move.”
“Pl-please, sir... don’t hold back. I can be quiet. Fuck me hard. Take out all your stress on me.” Gregor whispered back, nudging his hips back on his cock with need.
Heathcliff grabbed him by the long hair and yanked hard before slamming his hips in, starting up a rough, rapid pace. They’d been waiting on this all damn day, after all. “You’re so fucking perfect. My perfect little prized whore for me to fuck at the end of the day. All mine, too, aren’t you? You belong completely to me and no one else. You’d never even think of doing this with anyone else. You’re mine, every fiber of you, aren’t you? You’d never choose anyone over me, would you?”
“Wings, yes, I’m yours, sir, I don’t want anyone else...!” Gregor whisper shouted, swallowing down whimpers at the brutal pace. It’s so good, all he do is drool and do his best not to moan. “I’m in love with you, I’d never choose anyone else, I’m completely devoted to you! I’m your exclusive whore, sir, so please use me!” He whimpered the words out softly, meaning every single one of them with heartfelt resolve. He’d been gone for him since the day they’d met. He’d rather die than leave him. His life since meeting Heathcliff had felt like waking up from a never ending nightmare.
And those words seemed to awaken something in his partner, as Heathcliff suddenly pinned him down to the desk with his body and started pounding into him with feral need. The desk was of too good quality to shake, but he sure as hell was trying, not caring at all if anyone heard now. “Fuck, so perfect for me...! I’ll do anything to keep you by my side, I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me!” Heathcliff growled into his neck, biting him there hard, sure to leave a mark.
Gregor bit his lip hard enough to bleed to suppress a moan at the pace and those heady words, wings fluttering uselessly against his partner’s torso in attraction. He got off on the obsessiveness of his boss more than he liked to admit, the fact that he’d murder for him, to do anything to keep him with him. Not to mention, his insect instincts were very pleased at this position, at this feral pace. Something inside him told him that this was natural, that this was right, to be pinned down with his wings crushed between their bodies and taken so roughly. Tears slipped from his one good eye as he desperately tried to keep his voice down. “Please please please, don’t let me go, please keep me!” He begged in a strained whisper, fucked to near incoherency. Him keeping his voice down this well was a practiced skill he’d honed through being Heathcliff’s assistant for this long. He fucked back his hips desperately into each thrust, feeling the coil build tighter and hotter in his guts.
Gregor could feel himself tightening up, heat pooling dangerously in his belly. He’d been waiting all day after all, kept in that happy hazy lustful daze. Finally he came with a gasp, mandibles clattering rapidly and antenna standing on end as his orgasm crashed into him.
And Heathcliff grunted at him tightening up so good and slammed in one last time, coming deep inside him. “Fuck... you’re so good. I love you so much...” He sighed, reverently pressing kisses into his neck.
Gregor couldn’t help his lovestruck smile. “I love you too, Heath... Can you help me get cleaned up? I want to go home. And maybe continue this...” He bumped his hips back a little, playfully, and Heathcliff groaned, gripping his waist tight enough to bruise.
“Of course, love. I’ll reward you as much as you like.” Heathcliff kissed his ear, and then finally pulled out, pulling tissues out of his desk to get him cleaned up. They did this very, veryoften on slow days. Or on days where Gregor was feeling needy.