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It had been a long day. Frustrating clients and even more annoying coworkers. In the year since he’d graduated University and taken this job, he’d gotten very good at it, but it was still draining. Part of Regulus wanted to fake sick and go home– he knew he could get away with it. But he had an important meeting later and he didn’t want to suffer the consequences of missing it. So he dragged himself up from his desk and hoped that maybe a cup of coffee would brighten his mood.
Of course, he’d learned early in life that hoping didn’t get him far.
“Ugh, and he’s so fit,” Claire, one of Regulus’s most annoying coworkers, whispered to her friend a few minutes later as they all sat in the brightly-lit breakroom. “Like, talk about the whole package, you know? Smart, attractive, a leader…”
From his spot by himself at a different table, Regulus snorted into his drink. The way the entire office worshipped James Potter was ridiculous. Sure, for an almost-forty-year-old, he was fit, but hero-worshipping was unbecoming.
Immediately, Claire sent him an icy glare over her sandwich. “What?”
“You know you don’t have to worship him just because he’s the boss, right?” he said flatly. “He’s not that special. Actually, he’s rather annoying and obnoxious. And really not that attractive, e-”
But he was cut off by Claire’s squeak as her eyes grew wide and she pointed behind him.
“Hello, Mister Black.”
Regulus didn’t have to turn to know who had entered the room. He fought back a smirk, and chose not to move from his seat. “Hello, Mister Potter,” he said silkily, expression blank.
“Can you come with me, please?” the same deep, calm voice asked. Claire and her friend both gasped dramatically, hands on their hearts, cheeks pink.
He contemplated refusing. Just sitting there and finishing his drink. Casually saying that his drink was hot, and he wanted to finish it before it cooled.
But he also knew the line, and he didn’t want to push too much. So he sighed and collected his things, murmuring snarkily, “I’m going to bring my coffee, so it doesn’t get too cold. Is that alright?” before he turned to follow the tall, tan, curly-haired, bespectacled man from the room to his office.
His heart was racing, but he betrayed nothing until the door was closed behind them and James turned to face him. Then, a huge smirk appeared on his face. He leaned back against the door, one foot pressed against the thick wood, and took a long sip of his drink. “Are you angry at me, then, Mister Potter?”
James, grinning, crowded him against the wall, their chests pressing together, making Regulus’s entire body grow warm. He grabbed the mug from Regulus’s hand, swallowed the rest of the liquid in one gulp, and tossed it unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor. “Love. I can take ‘annoying’ and ‘obnoxious’ and ‘not special.’ But ‘not that attractive ?’ You wound me.”
Regulus just grinned, leaning forward to nip at James’s defined, stubble-covered jawline and whisper in his ear. “Hm. How on earth will I make it up to you, then?”
“I can think of a few ways,” the older man whispered before crashing their lips together.
Kissing James was like a rush of fire through his veins. The first time it had happened, one late night a month ago after weeks of buildup and tension, Regulus had instantly felt himself lose all semblances of control. The way the older man grabbed him, strong hands spreading over his skin and possessively pulling him closer and closer, made him melt in a way he’d never let himself before. He just let the older man take, all of his normal instincts to be in power slipping away. And, for the first time, he gave over to the insane urge to throw his self-control, taking everything he could from James as well.
And once it’d happened once…it was all he could think about.
Of course, he still liked to tease him.
“Hmm?” he hummed, pulling back from James’s lips and resting his head on the door to look at his lust-blown pupils. Fluttering his eyelashes and biting his lip, he murmured, “How can I apologize, Daddy?”
Immediately, James groaned – loud and long, his eyes fluttering shut and his hands, currently on Regulus’s waist, flexed so tightly he inhaled with the sensation. “Fuck, baby. That’s not fair.”
“It’s plenty fair,” Regulus mumbled, moving to attach his lips to James’s neck. “I never don’t play fair.”
“Marks, love,” James muttered, his voice catching, as he pulled back, hazel eyes wide in warning. But as soon as he took two steps back, he shook his head a bit, and seemed to regain some of his senses. Slowly, he walked around to his desk and sat in his chair, pushing his slightly-graying black hair from his face and gazing at Regulus through his wire-rimmed glasses. “Come make it up to me, then.”
Almost stumbling from where he was frozen, Regulus found his familiar position under James’s desk, between the older man’s legs. Staring in rapt fascination, he watched as James unbuckled his belt and freed his already-hard cock.
And Regulus would never admit it, but he loved James’s cock. His mouth watered as he ravenously took in the way the swollen head was leaking the slightest bit of precum and he couldn't help but inhale deeply. He wanted to swallow it.
“Let Daddy fuck your throat, and then maybe I’ll let you come,” James murmured from above him, strong fingers curling in Regulus’s hair and pulling just slightly, making him gasp as sparks of pleasure shot across his body. “Alright?”
“Y-yes.”
“Tap twice if you need a break.”
It only took a few moments for Regulus’s mind to grow deliciously hazy. As James’s cock slipped though his lips, he did his best to worship it, but it seemed the other man wasn’t feeling patient at the moment. He set a furious pace, pulling Regulus's head forward and thrusting into his mouth until the younger man felt the tip slide down his throat.
And then he held it there, fingers pulling at Regulus’s curls to remind him who was in control, as Regulus fought to relax the muscles in his throat, to take as much as possible as tears started prickling at his eyes, to not move, even as drool dribbled down his chin.
He lost himself in it. Allowing James to use him. Swirling his tongue and relaxing his throat and focusing on his breathing, even as his face became completely wrecked. There was something so wonderful about letting James ruin him like this. Pleasure bubbled at the base of his spine as he knelt there, but he didn’t move. He was focusing on James, now.
“God, Reg,” James groaned from above him after a few minutes of this, pulling Regulus's head back and allowing him to take a quick breath. “You were fucking made for this. Made to take me like this. You don’t let anyone else do this to you, do you? Don’t let anyone else see you like this?” His voice was rough as he spoke, letting on how affected he was.
He whimpered softly. “No, Daddy,” he mumbled, not even bothering to wipe at the drool and tears and precum all over his face. “Only you.”
James’s face was one of awe as he whispered back. “Good boy.”
Regulus let out a soft whine as James pulled him forward again and thrust back into his mouth. He tried not to move, but the heat between his legs was starting to build, James’s words causing wetness to form there. He gripped James’s thighs with both hands and canted his hips a bit, searching for relief.
“Ah, ah, ah, no , baby,” the older man admonished him with a grin. “Not yet. Take Daddy’s whole cock first, like a good boy, and then I’ll let you ride me, yeah?”
Nodding around his mouthful, he closed his eyes again, melting into the moment.
He felt James struggle with the next few movements. They were more erratic; less controlled. His thighs twitched as he pulled Regulus in so deeply, Regulus felt his nose tickled by dark, wiry curls.
“That’s it, baby,” James groaned from above him, his hand holding Regulus’s hair so tightly, it elicited a delicious pain. “Fuck. There you go. So good for me, darling.”
Whining, Regulus tightened his throat muscles.
“Fuck!” James exclaimed, quickly pulling out of Regulus’s mouth so quickly the younger man almost fell forward in surprise. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and stared, eyes wide. “God, Regulus, you almost made me..”
But Regulus was too busy grinning triumphantly, slowly wiping at his chin. “Sorry, Daddy,” he said in a teasing voice. “I just love how you taste.”
James’s grip on the base of his dick visibly tightened as he closed his eyes, his expression like he was in pain. “Torture. You’re torturing me,” he mumbled.
“You just said I was being good,” Regulus whispered. “I think I was good. Do I get my reward?”
James’s eyes flew open again and he grinned. “God, yes. Come here, love.”
Regulus stood and made a show of peeling off his admittedly-tight work pants (thanks, Dorcas), and ridding himself of his briefs along with them. He made sure to bend a few extra times, allowing James a clear view of his arse, and when he finally climbed on top of the older man’s lap, he moved as slowly as possible, adjusting and wiggling much more than was necessary.
Of course, all of this stopped as soon as he sank onto James’s cock.
“Shit,” he hissed, grinding softly on James’s lap, getting used to the overwhelmingly perfect feeling of being so full.
“Agreed,” the older man whispered into his neck, his hands gripping Regulus’s hips like he needed them to stay anchored to reality. “Fuck, you always feel so good, baby. I think I could come like this.”
Regulus chuckled, canting his hips just slightly and earning a hiss from James. “Old man,” he admonished lightly.
This, though, was the wrong thing to say. James’s eyes shot open and his expression was serious. “Oh?” he challenged, eyes glittering.
Regulus bit his lip. “I’m just saying…” he started, but James interrupted him.
“No, it’s alright,” he said in a teasing voice, hand slowly trailing over Regulus's twitching stomach. “You’re right. Let’s neither of us move, okay? Just stay like this. Make it last longer.”
Regulus narrowed his eyes. “What do you m-”
But then, all on one movement, James’s fingers moved between Regulus’s legs, to slowly tease at his clit.
“Fuck!” Regulus yelled, bucking at the unexpected contact.
“No, baby,” James cooed, holding eye contact and gripping Regulus’s hip with his free hand to hold him. “We need to stay still, right? How long d’you think you can stay still?”
Regulus recognized the challenge. “Longer than you,” he retorted, but the bite in his words was lost from the desperation in his breathy tone.
“Sure,” James answered with a testing grin.
And so it began. James’s fingers slowly working over his tiny, swollen cock as Regulus tried to stay frozen, wave after wave of heat and need building up and blasting over his body. He managed to keep control at first. To stop his legs from twitching too much and to bite back the moans that wanted to free themselves from his chest even as he felt himself slowly grow closer to release.
Until James started talking.
“I can feel it,” he murmured, fingers still moving. “I can feel you clenching on my cock, baby. You may be able to keep a straight face, but I can feel you dripping for me.”
And his traitorous cunt gave another throb, a small moan escaping from his mouth.
“And that little cock, baby,” James continued, grinning as Regulus started desperately at him. “I can feel it getting bigger. Are you hard for me, love? Maybe I can suck you off after this, would you like that?”
Regulus’s mind was one big blur. He’d almost forgotten his goal. Instead, words slipped from his lips without his permission, and he dreamily mumbled, “Yes, Daddy,” as he continued to get lost in James’s eyes, not actually seeing anything.
“You’d do anything for Daddy, wouldn’t you?” James whispered, looking a bit fucked-out himself. “You’re so good. You’d do anything Daddy asked?”
“Y-yes.” His eyes slipped shut and his hips began moving. There was only James’s words. His fingers pulling little twitches from Regulus’s body as the pleasure grew and grew in his core. His hand on his hip. His cock, slowly sliding in and out, rubbing against sinful spots inside of him, lighting a fire. Just James. Only James. Always James.
The voice was hazy, but he heard it. “Then, come for Daddy, baby. Come all over my cock like a good boy.”
He had absolutely no control over it. He just came.
His body convulsed, falling over the edge of the abyss as his vision whited out. It was otherworldly, the euphoria of shuddering in James’s arms as the older man began to come inside him, warmth bursting deep in his body.
And for a while, he just floated. Allowed himself to come down from the high as he laid against James’s chest, strong arms surrounding him, cock still inside him, fingers tracing over his sweaty work shirt.
It was while he was still catching his breath that James murmured into his ear, “Go on a date with me.”
He shot up, nearly falling backwards and hitting his head on the desk behind him. “What?” he asked, quite sure he’d misheard.
“Er…” James bit his lip and shrugged. “It’s alright of you don't want to. If this is just…but I’d like to.”
He didn’t know what to say, so he went with the most pressing matter. “You’re…you’re asking me out while you’re still inside of me?” he squeaked, blinking.
“Oh…here,” the older man said, grinning a bit embarrassedly and helping him off his lap, offering him a nearby jumper to clean himself a bit.
Regulus gave himself the dignity of putting back on his briefs and pants before he sat on the desk and looked at James again. James who, of course, still had his dick out.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to,” the older man repeated, giving him a sad smile. “But I really do like you.”
“But….” Regulus trailed off, searching for which reason was the most important.
“What? I’m fifteen years older? I’m your boss? I don’t care. Not if you don’t,” James said vehemently. “But please know, Regulus, if you say no, your job is not in danger. So don’t let that affect your decision.”
He considered pretending to think about it for a moment, but he knew he was kissing himself. He had been wanting this for months, now. “Yes,” he whispered, breaking into a smile. “Alright.”
The older man grinned, too. “Oh, good. Because we’re giving you a promotion at the meeting this afternoon and that would have been really awkward if you’d turned me down.”