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It was a quiet day in the office as the work day came to its agonizing end for Anthony, he watched as people entered and left the kitchen area as he stirred his coffee in silence. Something was bothering him and everyone knew it, maybe it was the air thickening with tension when he would enter the room or maybe it was his quietness and the burning eyes he shot at people who got close to Ian. It would be an understatement to say Anthony was jealous, it would be an even bigger one to say he was pissed.
He watched as Ian flirted with their friends and co-workers, watched as he made lingering touches to Shayne's arms as he joked about his “big muscles” or the way he would bat his eyelashes at Amanda in a way only Ian would do to him. He took a drink of his coffee as he watched Ian enter the kitchen and immediately made his way beside Anthony, it was no secret to the office that they were dating as they made it known months ago so nobody was surprised when Ian kissed Anthony on the cheek before grabbing a cup to make his own coffee. Anthony smiled at the gesture and watched his boyfriend with content in his eyes until he saw Shayne walk into the kitchen, he immediately picked up small talk with Ian as if Anthony wasn't standing right there! Anthony huffed in annoyance, he knew Shayne was no threat to his relationship and knew Shayne is married to Courtney but he knew his face felt hot with rage as Ian laughed at Shayne’s corny “joke flirt” bit. He finally snapped when Amanda walked into the kitchen, she joined their conversation and kept making small remarks to Ian about his outfit, about how “hot he looked”, and most importantly how Ian ate the attention up.
“Ian,” Anthony spoke, his voice grew sickly sweet as he managed to put on a cheery expression to match it. Ian looked over at the sound of his name, “we are locking up today, aren't we?” He asked with a slight edge to his voice that Ian caught onto very quickly. Ian swallowed as he nodded his head, he saw through Anthony’s facade and he knew he was in for it tonight, he went too far with his attempts to make Anthony jealous. Sure, it did work out for him, but he knew Anthony was pissed and that anger will soon catch up to him when they are finally alone. Ian couldn't lie, it was both exhilarating and nerve wracking, and undeniably hot to think about what Anthony was going to do to him.
Soon the building was slowly emptied as people went home, Anthony waving off the few stragglers as they left with the excuse of “catching up on work” after hours. He locked the doors of the building from the inside, he wasted no time as he stormed through the empty rooms and hallways to get to Ian’s office. He walked into the small space, immediately rolling down the blinds to Ian’s door and locking it as Ian looked up at him with a raised eyebrow from his desk. “You fucking whore” Anthony accused as he walked over to where Ian was sitting in his chair, firmly grabbing Ian’s face with enough force to hurt as he made Ian look at him. Ian’s body followed the harsh movements, his chair now turned to face Anthony as he began to stutter his words out.
“Flirting with them? Really? Did you need attention that bad? Huh?” Anthony’s voice was harsh, Ian winced a little from both the words and the grip the older man had on his face. His silence earned him a slap, a stinging sensation rang through his face as Anthony’s free hand landed a firm blow “answer me!” He demanded.
“I just wanted your attention” Ian finally mustered out, he could feel his eyes watering from the second slap that landed across his face as Anthony let out a dark, lustful chuckle as he spoke “Well you have it now.”
Ian had no time to react as a hand gripped his hair and forced him out of his chair and instead onto the ground and to his knees, he whined from the sudden pain as he looked up at Anthony who was already unbuckling his belt. “Put your hands behind your fucking back” Anthony demanded, his voice low. Ian looked up at the other man with defiance in his eyes, “No” Ian responded. Before the words even fully left his lips, a harsh stinging blow hit his face sending him to fall to the side as his teeth sliced through part of his lip, a coppery taste now filling his mouth “It wasn't a fucking question”.
Anthony took this opportunity to reach down and tie Ian’s hands tightly behind his back with the belt, making sure to pull the belt extra tight out of sheer anger before forcefully making Ian sit back up on his knees. Ian couldn't help but whimper quietly at the leather biting into his skin, it only turned Anthony on more hearing his whines and seeing blood trickle down Ian’s chin. He quickly pulled his cock out from his pants and underwear, his cock was already throbbingly hard and leaking pre-cum. Anthony began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes never leaving Ian’s face as he took in the sight before him, stepping forward until his cock was directly in front of Ian. “Is this the attention you wanted? Huh? Open your mouth.” Anthony demanded, Ian’s eyes trailed from Anthony’s cock and up the tattooed man’s body, before reaching Anthony’s face and locking eyes “No.” Ian said, he hid a smirk behind the words. Ian yelped in pain as Anthony grabbed a fistful of his hair, his pained sounds being forcefully muffled by Anthony’s cock slamming into the back of his throat. Anthony wasted no time thrusting into Ian’s warm mouth, his hand firmly placed on Ian’s head to keep him in place.
Anthony could've came at the sight alone, Ian’s swollen lips wrapped perfectly around his cock as he fucked into the others throat, the noises of his moans and the sound of Ian’s mouth filled the small room. Ian’s eyes watered at the unforgiving thrusts, a mix of his drool and blood coated Anthony’s dick as he pounded the back of Ian’s throat, eventually catching a glimpse of the clear tent in Ian’s pants causing him to let out a dark chuckle as he continued to thrust; “you like this, don't you?” He moaned out, panting like a feral dog. “You love being used like this.” Ian moaned in response, sending vibrations straight through Anthony's cock.
It’s true, Ian loved when Anthony was rough with him, nothing turned him on more than when Anthony let out his frustrations on him.
Anthony thrusted a few more times before slowly pulling out, his cock slipping free with a wet pop as Ian gasped to catch his breath, letting out a couple of coughs. Gripping his hair again, Anthony pulled Ian's head back and kissed him roughly as Ian struggled to kiss back and catch his breath at the same time. Pulling away, he shoved Ian back and stood up straight “get up.” Anthony said, staring him down. Ian struggled to stand for a minute but finally got up, only to be pushed against the wall beside his poster. Anthony grabbed Ian’s cock through his pants, squeezing as Ian whimpered and mindlessly rocked against his hand “you’re such a slut.” Ian moaned slightly at the words.
Before Ian could do anything, Anthony pushed him over the desk face first, Anthony’s tattoo’d hand holding Ian’s head down as he pressed his erection to Ian’s clothed ass “is this enough attention for you?” He growled into Ian’s ear. Anthony made quick worth of working Ian’s pants and underwear off, groping Ian’s ass as Ian made pitiful, needy noises. Using his knee, he forced Ian’s legs apart and entertained the idea of using spit for lube but decided against it. He went into his bag and grabbed the travel sized lube he carried, walking back to Ian and coating his fingers and teasing Ian’s hole before inserting two fingers. Ian let out a small cry, his body tensing from the intrusion. Leaning forward, Anthony left small kisses on Ian’s shoulder and up to his ear, his body fully pressed to Ian’s back, “If you don't relax, this will hurt more.” Anthony spoke in between the kisses he left.
Ian took a second to untense his body, Anthony began to pump his fingers in and out, making quick work of opening Ian up. Anthony pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock, pushing in slowly at first, then with a sharp thrust, burying himself deep inside Ian, Ian cried out as both pain and pleasure washed over him. Anthony only stilled for a moment before thrusting in and out, his hips bucking forward into Ian’s ass with each thrust as he let out moans, “Fuck you feel so good around me”
The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping together and moans from both Ian and Anthony, Anthony reached around and began stroking Ian’s cock to match his thrusts, Ian moaning louder “Fuck, please don't stop” Ian begged, his voice now whiney and desperate. The noises Ian made only fueled Anthony, he loved when Ian fell apart for him and went crazy for the sounds he made as well. Anthony sped up his thrusts, pounding Ian into the desk, gripping Ian’s tied hands for stability. Ian’s moans pushed Anthony closer and closer to coming, he began to stroke Ian faster making sure Ian would finish before him. It didn't take much time as Anthony pounded straight into Ian’s prostate, Ian let out a porn star-ish moan as he came, his body writhing underneath Anthony as he did so.
Yet Anthony kept going, thrusting hard into Ian’s prostate and stroking him faster, using Ian’s body to chase his own orgasm. He pounded desperately into Ian, the front of him fully pressed onto Ian’s back as he thrusted, he could feel Ian’s legs begin to shake as he kept going. With a few more hard thrusts, he buried himself deep in Ian, his cum filling Ian’s hole as he thrusted a few more times before slowly pulling out. Anthony stood and fixed himself back into his pants, stepping back to admire his work as he watched his cum leak out from his boyfriend’s wrecked hole. Ian laid panting, his legs almost fully given out if it wasn't for the desk, the sight was almost enough to give Anthony enough energy for round two.
Anthony undid the belt on Ian’s wrists and helped him stand up, Anthony pulling Ian's clothes back up for him. He leaned in and kissed Ian passionately, pulling away to help Ian stay standing “was this enough for you?” Anthony asked, his voice teasing Ian. Ian leaned against Anthony’s shoulder for support, closing his eyes for a moment before giving a small “mhm”. Anthony smiled and let Ian sit down for a moment before grabbing all their things, he helped Ian stand and began to make their way out of the building, making plans to take a shower together when they get home.