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They'd been arguing over the latest designs and then...
Well. It was rather predictable, the and then, because sometimes they were just horny and things sort of... progressed. Honestly, the arguing was pretty much just a prelude to the inevitability.
There was a reason Meiran had put a camera in their office, after all.
Sometimes Treize just got a look in his eyes, a line between frustration and temper that usually ended with Wufei pinned against his desk, something that Wufei personally enjoyed a great deal.
He enjoyed it a lot more when Treize's hand decided that Wufei's ass wasn't quite warm enough yet.
There was another reason for the camera. And even better reason for the soundproofing they'd installed after that one time Xi'an Pu had heard too much.
Their Third didn't like being overheard. Winking at the camera was a different thing in the man's head.
"You're infuriating."
"You like it," Wufei gasped out, and ow. Oh, that was lovely, and it left him squirming against the edge of the desk. He would have to remember to clean up the trail of wetness because his dick was pressing little slick trails against it with every... "Oh!" Oh, oh.
"Yes, but there's actually sound logic in why I wanted to go about that design..." He didn't sound as if he had the wherewithal to explain the logic. His hand landed heavily one more time.
There was no helping the yelp because that firm open-handed strike landed in the same place the last three had, and it was all quite frankly going straight to his prick. Wufei leaned up and sniffled sharply, and he didn't have any sound logic left at all.
Particularly not when Treize's free hand stopped smacking him and went fumbling in the drawer where they kept the lube.
"'m sorry." Maybe. Just a little bit.
Not, he thought, a lot. Especially not with the absolute glory of the last few moments.
It was a lot better than the less playful tendency to go still, silent, and stern when he was furious. "You are," he agreed, and Wufei heard the cap open on the lube.
Oh, Meiran was going to enjoy it. No doubt they would all enjoy it at some point, and Wufei relaxed over the edge of the desk because there were fingers, glorious, amazing fingers, and Treize was so good with them. The kind of good where he couldn't help making sounds and squirming, even as most of his body was relaxing deeply because all of his brain was now thoroughly devoted to pleasure.
The slow stretch and wiggle of fingers was amazing, and his hot skin ached when Treize pressed a palm against one smacked asscheek. "If you want to snark about my designs, we'll do it in private."
Wufei let out a whine. "Y-yes, Third. Of course, Third." Because, for some reason, that turned Treize on significantly more than almost anything else. If it were possible, Wufei would go back in time and murder everyone who made Treize feel as if he didn't belong or had inherent worth.
It was ridiculous, given that the man had been the world's dictator twice. But it was true. "Mmm. You just want to be fucked."
"Yes, Third." Because there was no point in lying, and then another finger slipped into him, and Wufei couldn't help the way his hands scrabbled because fuck, fuck, fuck. That stretch was so good. "Yes, Third, yes."
Treize sighed, sounding satisfied as he slowly curled those fingers, searching. "You’re lucky I want to fuck you, too."
Oh. Oh, that sounded like the best threat in the world. "Am I... ah! Ah, Treize, Third, am I still, oh. Oh. Will I still be in trouble?" If he said yes, Wufei might well spill all over the paperwork still on the desk and the bits on the floor, too.
“Oh, I think so. This is just the start of your penance.” Treize squeezed his asscheek and gave a satisfied hum.
Oh. Oh, oh, oh. He took a deep, gasping breath and shuddered. Barely managed to hold onto himself. "Yes, Third." Because at this point, behaving was the better part of good sense.
Especially when he got one more smack.
Oh, god. Yes.
His balls ached, all the way back up his spine, and he could barely hold still as Treize started to ease those fingers back out, working his rim. “More?”
"More everything. Please." Politely, because asking nicely for what he wanted never hurt.
Especially when Treize did like it so much.
The press of fingers against his prostate was slow, grinding, and then he eased them back out. “I love how you look when you're like this.” Flushed. Soft. Horny. Dick twitching in response to that touch.
Needy.
Wufei knew quite well how he looked. He'd seen it before, and it gave a little squirm of embarrassment at the pit of his belly sometimes. But it also made him want very much, too, and he didn't bother hiding the sound he made. "Please."
He didn't say yes or assent to Wufei’s demand out loud, but there was a shift of his hand off the print on his ass, and he was briefly left bereft of fingers. Not for long, though, and he felt the snub of Treize's cock head kiss against his rim before he began to press inside.
It drew a desperate groan from him, and Wufei let go of the desk to reach down and clamp fingers around his own shaft, drawing in a deep, shaky gasp as he tried to retain control of his own impulses. "Fuck," he whined, entire body shuddering with the feel of it, the way that Treize pressed against him, and god. God.
It was perfect.
Hips pressed tight against his, pinning him against the desk, and one hand braced against the desk up by his head. “You feel perfect. I wanted to do this all morning.”
"I know." He had known very well, and he grunted when Treize made a deeper motion with his hips. "Ah. Ah, god. God, I knew, and once I know, I can't... ah!" Couldn't help himself.
He couldn't help himself at all, and possibly he’d been brattier than he needed to be, but the slow slide back and then the thrust back in was enough to make his toes curl from the ache of it. Treize leaned against his back, pinning him, caging him in from all sides, and Wufei didn't bother hiding the way he whined, or the way he turned his head to catch sight of Treize. It felt like begging, like there was somehow a perfect way to get what he wanted, and when that motion of his hip drove in a bit further every time, it was unbearably good.
Treize could thrust like a jackhammer, but he was going slower, making sure Wufei felt it. "I should have put a cockring on you."
He very much should have. "Mmm. Sorry, Third. Sorry, it's." Good. So good, and he didn't let go, no matter how his own hand felt. It was, he wanted.
He wanted.
He felt kisses against the back of his neck, and then Treize leaned up onto his elbows. Wufei felt every muscle move, flexing skin to skin against him, before the man started to fuck him flat against the desk in earnest.
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, that was glorious, pleasure edging on pain, and he buried his face against an elbow, unable to stop the sobs that broke out. He couldn't help it any more than he could help the way he pushed back to meet them, the back of his other arm aching against the desk every time he was pushed hard against him. "Please, please."
"Yes, yes, come, come, Wufei..." The thrusts were turning staccato, a little desperate. Wufei well knew what that meant, and he let go of the tight grip he had, giving one stroke and then another, and a final third as he came so hard that they would probably find it difficult to find it all later.
Right at the moment, his brain couldn't connect those dots, though. He couldn't do anything but come and come, and he would think about that later.
Later, when Treize wasn't supporting himself on one elbow, breathing unevenly, and pressed skin to skin against Wufei. "No remorse."
Wufei was still catching his breath, himself, but it didn't stop him from chuckling in response. "Should I have any? You enjoyed yourself. So did I."
He nuzzled a kiss behind Wufei's ear. "There are upsides to doing this in bed."
"Fewer hip bruises?" Ah, that was a lovely little press of mouth, and it tickled. "Easier clean up?"
"Comfortable lazy napping," he agreed, starting to stand up, and the worst part, easing back out. It earned him a soft hiss and a particularly ridiculous little fart when Wufei stood up and shifted.
And if they both looked at one another and started laughing, well.
That was fine.