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It was late in the afternoon, sunlight filtered in through large windows, the boardroom sat almost empty. Akira leaned back in his seat, his legs crossed, his face a scowl, the chair next to him vacant. He always hated attending these meetings, it was the same every month, and he could hardly be bothered. His anxiety always forced him to arrive early though-- that, and he did enjoy preparing himself with Rose-- his frustration increasing as said ‘business partner’ was nowhere in sight.
Akira looked over his notes, glancing at them. It wasn't too complicated, mostly just going over the financial records, discussing any changes, blah blah blah. He knew Rose was responsible for most of the figures, so Akira didn't put much thought into his own part. He just had to be there, that’s all. The hyena sighed, tapping his foot, leg bouncing under the table. He wore something simple, a white collared button-up, black dress pants, a belt, nothing special by appearance standards-- just on the edge of acceptable, but who really gave a fuck? Akira sure didn't.
With a slow creek, the room's main door opened, a familiar face stepping in, the towering Rose. Akira scoffed, rolling his eyes. About time. He wore a nice fitted suit, this deep purplish maroon with those gold accents-- his fur and hair well groomed. Damn. Akira suddenly felt under-dressed.
Rose smiled, striding over, taking a seat beside Akira. "Good afternoon, Aki. How's the wait been?"
"Long." The hyena grunted, bristling at the nickname-- though not commenting.
Rose chuckled, a low, sultry tone, Akira's tail tucking between his thighs. Oh. This bastard already had an agenda, didn't he? Setting a briefcase down onto the table, Rose unclicked the locks, opening it, and pulling out a large stack of documents. He thumbed through a few before setting the papers down, checking his watch for a moment-- still quite a bit of time until the meeting started.
"You're always here so early Akira, what's with that?" Rose always spoke with this strangely practiced enunciation, Akira's name rolling off his tongue.
The hyena rolled his eyes, ears pinned, his claws drumming against the varnished wood. "I dunno, habit I guess."
"Well, you know the drill, right? The suits will be here in a little under half an hour, I'll do most of the talking, we skirt around the issue of your debt, and everything will go swimmingly." Rose smiled, Akira frowning back at him.
He couldn't argue with the man, there was nothing he could do about the situation. "Yeah, yeah... so is there anything new then?" Akira glanced at the paperwork, Rose pushing it towards him in case he wanted to look.
"Not really… revenue is stable, and expenditures have gone down, so you can thank me for that. You and that little casino of yours," Rose tapped a claw on the wood of the table. "The meetings are mostly a formality at this point, but you know how it is."
Akira fumbled with the papers, scanning the numbers, not really reading or caring. "Yeah, okay, so there's nothing I really need to worry about."
Rose chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "That's about correct."
"Okay good..." Akira swallowed, Rose's gaze fixated on him, an uncomfortable stare.
"Though there is one thing I forgot to mention." Rose hummed, Akira's ears flicking, his attention perking.
"Wh-what is it...?" Akira didn't like where this was heading.
"Well, I know the meetings are usually so boring for you. Same old same old, right? So, I had a little idea." Rose grinned, the furred dragon’s hand sliding back over to his briefcase.
He rummaged around inside for a moment before pulling out a small black box. Akira blinked, brows raising. A remote. Rose held a remote, no cord attached, a few buttons, some dials-- Akira didn't speak, staring blankly, a flush warming his cheeks. Surely Rose didn't plan on... he wouldn't risk something like that in front of an audience, would he? The larger man wore a sly subtle grin on his face, eyes twinkling in amusement.
"What-- what's that...?" Akira cleared his throat, his tail wrapping around his leg-- all too aware of the answer to his question.
With a simple click all doubts were erased, a telltale buzz sounding from inside of Rose's briefcase. He theatrically turned one of the dials, the noise growing in volume, Akira gasping-- his entire body stiffening. Rose fished his hand around inside of the case again, pulling from it a slender black bullet vibe, the sound of it changing as it hummed against his claws.
"I'm not-- I'm not gonna play into your lewd fantasies Rose-- you can't actually--" Akira scoffed, blush spreading across his face regardless.
"Fantasies? Akira, I'm hurt!" Rose spoke with mock sadness, a hand lurching forward and placing itself onto Akira's thigh, grip strong.
Akira hissed, his teeth baring, Rose's palm squeezed down-- digits kneading, traveling along Akira's thigh. It wasn't like the hyena was in any place to say no, Rose had a vice hold on him both financially and literally, all to Akira’s chagrin. His breath hitched, Rose's fingertips brushing the crotch of his slacks. Heat bubbled within the smaller man despite his protests, the sensations causing his ear tips to burn. Rose leaned in, Akira grimacing, the furred dragon’s lips pressing themselves against his cheek.
"I'm simply helping pass the time, Aki. What's the harm in having a little fun?" Rose cooed, Akira's stomach twisting, the pet names infuriating, his cunt betraying him.
"Not-- not in front of everyone," Akira grumbled, Rose's mouth trailing down to his jawline-- nipping, fangs grazing.
Rose deftly shut the vibe off for the time being, setting it and the remote aside his papers. Between his thighs, Akira could spy Rose’s cock straining, bulging, outline generously visible against his pants. Akira shuddered, Rose's nose brushing his neck-- inhaling, his hot breath fanning. Akira squirmed, a part of him adoring this. He stifled a noise-- Rose's thumb finding its way to his crotch, rubbing the material. The dragon's hand felt impossibly large, Akira's thighs squeezing together in response to the man’s touches, his gut a swirl of emotions and arousal.
"Nobody will even know." Rose breathed, his words ticklish, sending a shiver down Akira's spine. "So long as you're a good enough actor, that is.” He paused for a moment, before speaking again, “It makes things fair. I'm the one doing all the talking, it's not even if you're just sitting there looking pretty, right?"
"Hnnn-- sh-shut the hell up Rose," Akira growled, Rose's thumb pressing in, Akira choking down a groan.
"Oh, touchy are we?" The dragon rasped, his voice dropping an octave-- a low sensual chuckle. "Would it make you feel better if there was some money in it Aki? Would you prefer yourself a prostitute rather than just a spoiled pet?"
Akira’s breathing grew heavier, his hips moving involuntarily-- Rose's free hand moved upwards, his palm cupping the hyena's chin. Clawed fingers gripped, forcing the smaller man's head to the side, exposing his throat. Rose's maw moved in, canines teasing the flesh, his breath hot against Akira's neck. Rose's tongue flicked out, the wet muscle dragging-- trailing up and stopping beneath the hyena's jawline.
The smaller man whined, Rose's grip on his face tightening. "Come now, use your words. Are you a prostitute Aki?" Rose mumbled, Akira's body trembling.
"N-no-- I'm not--"
"So you're my spoiled pet then, yes?"
"Gh-- no--" Akira huffed, the dragon's thumb ceasing its ministrations-- the hyena's hips jerking, chasing after the friction.
"Well, which one is it, Akira? Pick a role and stick to it." Rose chuckled, Akira swallowing, his eyelids heavy, a haze settling in.
"F-fuck you--" Rose laughed that stupid laugh of his, Akira shuddering at the sound of it-- a wave of warmth flooding him. Goddammit. Why was being demeaned such a fucking turn-on.
"Such a brat. Pet it is." With a swift motion, Rose's paw had dropped away, the dragon retrieving his hands-- leaving Akira a panting mess. He reclined back in his chair, crossing his legs before speaking again. "Get up."
Akira growled, ears folding back at the command, "You-- you can't just-- expect me to--"
"Up, Akira." Rose's tone lowered, stern. Akira bristled, his legs weak, slowly doing as he was told.
"Good." Rose's smile was infuriating, Akira's fists clenched-- his cunt burning, a sticky heat gathering. "Now, drop your pants."
Akira flushed, his breath shaky, Rose's expression stoic-- expecting. Akira's thumbs found their way to the buckle of his belt, undoing the clasp, metal jingling. His face felt like it was burning as he gulped, fighting the lust that was slowly threatening to take hold. He slowly shimmied the garment down to his knees, tail tucked low, grumbling in distaste the entire time. Silently cursing himself under his breath as to how obediently he was complying, Akira’s slacks pooled around his ankles.
"Your underwear too, Akira. Come on now, don’t be dense, you wouldn't want to be walked in on like this, right?" Rose teased, Akira hissing, his paws gripping the waistband of his boxer briefs-- tugging down.
The cool air was a shock against his sex, his t-dick hard, tip peeking past the folds. Akira's thighs quivered, the hyena's heart thumping, embarrassment washing over him as he was appraised by the brown-furred dragon before him. Rose clicked his tongue, gesturing for Akira to step closer. Grimacing, Akira complied, Rose's larger frame a daunting presence. The taller man's hands raised, Akira flinching-- Rose chuckling, palms resting themselves upon the hyena's hips, pads warm, claws a tease.
"Turn around, and bend over." Rose's instructions were met with a glare, Akira's lip curling, his body reluctantly following the orders.
He felt betrayed by his need, all too aware of the slick dribbling down the insides of his thighs. Akira bent, his ass and exposed sex facing Rose-- the dragon's chair creaking, movement behind him. Rose hummed, his hand reaching up and grabbing Akira's tail-- giving a slight tug, the hyena yelping, the appendage sensitive. A single finger trailed its way up Akira's slit, the smaller man choking down a moan. Rose's digit collected the hyena's slick, the pad thick and girthy.
"Already this wet and I haven't even done anything, Aki. You're easy to please, aren't you?" Rose taunted, Akira's jaw clenched, the dragon's finger slipping lower-- circling his entrance.
"Fuck y--"
Akira's sentence was cut short, Rose's finger pushing its way inside of him, the large digit sinking into him with ease. Akira choked, a muffled whimper escaping him-- the dragon's finger curling inside. Rose's palm cupped his cunt, Akira's t-dick pressed against his fingers, the hyena's hips trying to roll-- despite his better judgment.
"Careful, Akira. We wouldn't want to get too loud, hm?" Rose teased, Akira's ears flattened-- his walls clenching, a pathetic squeak drawn from him.
Rose began a steady rhythm, Akira's body rocking, the dragon's palm adding pressure. Akira's fluids dribbled and dripped, the hyena's breathing erratic. He didn't want to admit how good this felt, the rest of Rose's fingers grinding against his clit in a way that just left him needing more. He grumbled, upset with himself for how pliable he had become, his cunt embarrassingly honest.
Rose's index finger joined his middle, the dragon scissoring Akira's hole, stretching him. Akira whined, his claws scratching against the surface of the meeting table in an effort to steady himself. Rose's digits curled, Akira's abdomen a knotted coil-- his breath hitching. Akira's t-dick throbbed, Rose's motions quickening.
"Gh-- hah…" Akira panted, his legs weak, the dragon's fingers fucking him, cunt dripping.
"You're surprisingly vocal today Akira, has it been a while? Since somebody's taken care of you, that is." Rose mused, his hand relentless-- Akira's hips rolling.
Akira groaned, the dragon's question embarrassing, shame bubbling within the hyena. He didn't dare respond, not trusting his own ability to speak, his cunt a puddle. He could hear Rose fumbling with something, his handiwork slowing as the larger man withdrew-- Akira's channel empty and aching.
"Hold still."
Something prodded at Akira's cunt, the hyena's toes flexing, the object cold and smooth. He failed to hold back a sigh as Rose pushed in deep, the bullet vibe seating itself deep inside his sex. Akira's walls squeezed against it, his cunt clamping-- the toy an unfamiliar intrusion. Rose's finger retracted once more, leaving him feeling unsatisfied, the small size of the vibrator not doing much to fill him. Akira's breath wavered, the hyena turning his head, catching Rose's gaze-- the dragon's expression smug.
"There we go, that wasn't so bad was it Aki?" Rose chuckled, wiping his hand clean with a handkerchief.
Akira snarled, his cheeks a permanent blush-- his legs shaky. Rose ignored him, instead returning his attention to the paperwork laid out before him. Akira stumbled, pulling his clothing back up, his t-dick uncomfortably sandwiched between his thighs, the boxers clinging. Grumbling to no one in particular, he sat back down, feeling perverse at what he just allowed to happen. Rose smirked, Akira averting his gaze-- a pit forming in his gut.
Rose thought for a moment, thinking to himself. "Well I suppose we should make sure everything's working properly, don't you think Akira?"
The hyena considered going for the remote, snatching it-- but he considered it too slow. Rose deftly picked up the device, turning the dial to its lowest setting before clicking a button. Akira jumped, the vibe coming alive-- buzzing and humming, the hyena's gut clenching around the unfamiliar sensation. His thighs squeezed, Akira's tail tucking-- ears flattened, the vibe a tease, a pathetic amount of pleasure. It was in deep, the rumble pressing against his cervix.
"Rose-- ghh-- R-Rose stop." Akira hissed, his cunt demanding more, the hyena's pride getting the best of him.
"Hm? More?" Rose cocked a brow, his thumb finding the dial-- cranking it higher, the intensity picking up.
Akira moaned, Rose's actions bold, the hyena biting down hard on his lip to stifle the noise. Akira's t-dick twitched against his briefs, the vibe relentless. The dragon beside him fiddled with the remote a bit, clicking another button-- the vibrator pulsing, dying low before cresting higher. Akira shuddered, his legs shaking, his cunt a traitor. Rose set the remote aside, turning his focus elsewhere.
"R-Rose-- hnnh-- sto-stop. Turn it o-off." Akira struggled to keep his composure, his sex searing.
"Akira, darling. They'll be walking in at any second." Rose tutted, the hyena's plea disregarded. "You're going to have to be more convincing than that. We wouldn't want anyone finding out, would we?" The dragon spoke, slipping the remote into his pocket as if to punctuate the statement.
Akira's thighs trembled, Rose's words a threat, the hyena's guts a mix of anxiety and lust. No. There was no fucking way he would allow anybody else to know about this-- it was mortifying enough that Rose had the audacity to do this-- even more so that he just... let it happen. Rose stood, buttoning his jacket-- the dragon adjusting his tie. He made a show out of double-checking his attire, his performance exaggerated. Akira grit his teeth, the vibe a thrumming dull ache.
On cue, the meeting room's door swung open, a group of men filing in, Akira's cunt clenching-- humiliation washing over the smaller man. Rose greeted them all with a smile, with that all-too-fake charismatic demeanor-- nobody seemed to bat an eye, completely oblivious, ignoring Akira's hunkered posture. Their voices droned, the hyena's mind racing, his burning cunt serving as both a distraction and the center of his world.
Rose and the others took their seats, Akira unable to recall when or how-- the hyena fixating on keeping himself composed. He kept his head down, the vibe's buzz distracting, a constant stimulation. He was acutely aware of the slick steadily drooling between his legs-- Akira's sex damp, the hyena's clothes sticking, an unwelcome discomfort. Rose's voice was distant, Akira's ears ringing-- the drone of the vibe filling the entirety of his brain.
The dragon's elbow brushed his, Akira's skin prickling, a jolt running down his spine. The meeting was starting. He did his best to survey the room, the other businessmen seated, a crowd he was all too familiar with. Despite his never-ending awareness of the vibrator nestled inside of him, the men seated around him didn't seem to notice, something he was all too grateful for. Rose and the board discussed finances, the dragon effortlessly explaining their numbers, his hand gestures fluid-- his speech polished.
Akira tried and failed to keep track of it all, his concentration lacking, the vibe's pulse persistent. He shifted, Rose's words a blur-- the hyena's eyelids heavy, his face flushed. The dragon was a natural public speaker, his presentation fluid, Akira's want to keep tuned into the conversation slipping. He exhaled a ragged breath, the meeting carrying onward, seemingly to no end.
"Akira? Akira." Rose's voice, the hyena snapping back, blinking, the board watching.
"Y-yeah?" Akira sputtered, clearing his throat.
"Do you have anything new you'd like to add?" Rose's brow raised, his expression calm, Akira's nerves a frenzy.
Shit. Akira's mind raced, the buzzing between his thighs putting a stopper on coherent thought, panic rising in his mind. Think! Something, anything. He scanned the documents, his thoughts scrambled. Rose's hand dipped into his pocket, the dragon's fingers finding the remote-- a threatening gesture, Akira's eyes wide.
"Well, um-- I think-- uh, Rose is spot on, he's a-accurate." Akira grimaced, Rose's thumb depressing, a change in pace, the vibe's pulse quickening.
Akira clapped a palm over his mouth, coughing, a poor cover, his cunt aflame. Rose clicked his tongue, his disappointment apparent, the dragon's thumb turning the dial further-- Akira choking down a whine. His walls clenched, the vibe's rumble a growing roar. Akira's t-dick throbbed against his pants, the hyena's abdomen a ball of nerves, the board members murmuring amongst each other. Rose chuckled, his laugh a honeyed tone.
"Sorry, gentlemen, seems he's not feeling too well. Don't mind him." Rose waved a hand, the board dismissing the hyena's display-- Akira's lungs burning, the dragon's thumb cranking the dial up again.
Akira croaked out a moan, a few heads turning to him before Rose began to speak again, drawing the room's attention. He felt pathetic, helpless, his sex a burning embarrassment. Rose's thumb alternated modes as he spoke-- Akira at a loss for how the board didn’t notice. His core ached, desperate, the vibe's pulse irregular and ever-changing, his breathing uneven. Rose droned on, Akira's vision foggy-- the dragon's eloquence a sharp contrast to the hyena's current state.
"Are there any objections then, Akira?"
Akira snapped back, his surroundings fuzzy. "No." Akira wheezed, high-pitched as Rose's thumb hit the highest setting, the hyena tensing.
The men exchanged looks, an uncertainty present, a few shifting. Akira's hips rocked as Rose continued to talk, his presentation seamless-- his speech unfaltering. Akira was impressed, the dragon's acting flawless, thankful for the cover. His mind was rife with fantasies, a desperation building. Akira imagined Rose bending him over, the dragon's dick replacing the vibe, a lewd daydream. His mind found itself split, half of him begging only to disappear-- the other craving nothing more than Rose's cock, the board none the wiser.
A growing dampness lay evident between his grinding thighs-- a noticeable stain spreading. Rose's thumb depressed again, hand shifting in his pocket, the vibe relenting in its intensity. Akira panted, his cunt achy, his t-dick a throbbing mess-- the hyena's briefs soaked. Rose's speech slowed, the discussion winding to an end, the board satisfied. Nobody had mentioned his Akira’s pitiful display, the dragon's expert diversions a saving grace.
"Thank you, gentlemen, if there is nothing else we can help you with, then I'd say our work is done." Rose's words wrapped things up, a unanimous agreement.
The board shook hands, Akira rising to meet their gestures-- the hyena's legs wobbling, his cunt a molten pit. Rose dismissed the room, the men filing out, Akira's abdomen a churning storm all the while, the vibe ever buzzing even as he bid people farewell-- most of them giving him odd, inquisitive glances. Akira's tail lay tucked between his legs, the room emptying and the hyena more than thankful for it.
"Rose! Turn i-it off!" Akira begged as soon as the room had emptied, the vibe torturous.
"Is that a polite way to ask, Akira?" Rose sneered, fishing the vibe’s remote out from his pocket.
"Ghh-- ple-please turn it-- please turn it off, Rose!" Akira huffed, his sex a needy sear, the dragon's expression amused.
"Since you asked so nicely Aki." Rose complied, the vibe shutting off, Akira taking a shaky breath.
The hyena's mind spun, a whirlwind of relief and dissatisfaction. His cunt throbbed, the dull feeling of the bullet still resting inside of his deepest intimacy a lingering reminder. He wobbled his way back to a chair and slumped into it, Rose looming above him, Akira's exhaustion tangible.
"Wasn't so hard was it? Good job, Akira. I told you nobody would find out. Though you certainly got close to blowing your cover, didn't you? Nearly moaning midway through a business meeting? Honestly, Akira, that's a new low."
Akira growled, Rose's patronizing making his blood boil. "Y-you're a piece of sh--"
"Ah ah, language, Akira!" Rose spoke in that sing-song tone of his, his thumb drifting back over the face of the remote-- the message was clear.
Akira fell quiet, his pride wounded, Rose's self-satisfaction sickening. That sadist really was enjoying this, wasn't he? It was humiliating-- even more so that a growing part of him was really enjoying this. Akira stayed more or less shriveled up in his chair, breathing heavily, trying to gain some semblance of composure. Though it was not for long, Rose grinning before deciding his course of action.
"Why don't you show me the fruits of your labor Akira? Spread those legs nice and wide for me." Rose sneered, his paw beckoning-- the dragon impatient.
Akira groaned, his reluctance clear. "F-fuck you, Rose."
The dragon chuckled, his thumb pressing down-- the vibe roaring back to life, Akira jumping at the sudden return of sensation. Fuck! He gasped, his cunt ablaze once more, his slowly gathered resolve immediately faltering as the bullet resumed its torment. Rose just smiled and chuckled as Akira shrunk further into the seat, the hyena struggling to keep back his noises.
"Rose-- ghh-- plea-please, it's-- haah..." Akira couldn't keep the facade anymore, his begging pathetic.
"Spread those legs and perhaps I'll consider turning it off. Simple instructions, Akira. Stop testing my patience." Rose drawled, clearly entertained.
"What if-- haah-- what if someone comes back-- ah-- back in?" Akira steadied himself on the table, Rose switching the bullet's setting.
"Oh, that would be just dreadful." Rose feigned concern, the dragon's smile mischievous.
"Gh-- f-fuck, okay fine!" Akria stammered, frustrated, swiveling his chair out toward Rose before quickly spreading his legs.
Between his thighs sat a mess of slick, his crotch damp, the stain an obvious discoloration against the uniform color of his pants. His t-dick stood to attention, a small yet generous lump-- a little tent. His legs quivered as his privacy lay bare, not much left to the imagination as his need pressed up tight against the thin cloth barrier.
"There. Happy?" Akira hissed, his dignity a ghost.
"Delighted." Rose purred.
The furred dragon strode closer-- Akira's heart skipping a beat. Placing himself between the hyena's spread stance, Rose lifted a leg, planting a foot atop Akira's clothed cunt, the hyena's hips immediately rolling against it. Akira whined, the pressure rough but blissful, the hyena unable to stop himself from letting out a soft whimper as the dragon pressed his sole against the mound that was Akira's need.
"Ghn-- Rose wha-- what are you--" Akira panted, the dragon's eyes locked with his, full of intent.
"How demeaning," Rose mused, his off hand clicking at the vibe once more, the setting changing again. "You're getting off on this, aren't you Akira? Pathetic."
Akira choked, a moan ripping itself loose, the dragon's heel applying ample force-- Rose didn't so much as leave the hyena a chance to retort, his shoe rolling and grinding against the smaller man's cunt. It felt so belittling, the treatment humiliating and erotic-- Akira's cunt pleading, slick drooling-- Akira's back arching a tad.
Rose paid particular attention to the t-dick pressed upright, focusing on it with the tip of his shoe, Akira's legs shaking. Rose licked his lips above Akira, letting out a low, long chuckle, loving every second of this. His ears perked up at each and every noise forced from the hyena, nose flaring as he took in Akira's scent.
"Ghk-- ahh, Rose!" Akira cried, Rose's shoe digging and applying ruthless friction.
"Look at you. Desperate aren't we, pet? So helpless like this, because of what? A shoe?" Rose mocked, Akira's cunt scorching.
"Sh-shit-- haah, R-Rose pl-- please--" Akira could feel his clit rub against the pressure, all sensations only furthering his frustration-- none of it satisfying.
"Please what?" Rose purred, the dragon's shoe halting-- Akira's sex a furnace.
"Plea-- please, I-- ahh!" A losing part of him not wanting to admit how badly he needed more.
"If there is something you need, Akira, then use your words. We both know that I've trained you well enough to not waste my time. Communicate." Rose hummed, the hyena's hips weakly rolling.
"Pl-please Rose, ghnnh, fuck. I can’t take it anymore." Akira was desperate, his pride non-existent-- the dragon's foot waiting. "I need-- I need you. Inside. Please, Rose, fuck m-me."
Akira's face boiled, his admission difficult. Rose tutted, smiling, the dragon lifting his foot-- withdrawing. Akira watched with his breath heavy, Rose backing up, a hand drifting to his coat as it began to undo his buttons.
“Are you sure it’s safe, Akira? It’s not like I carry condoms around on me-- it’d have to be raw.”
“I-- I don’t care.”
"Good. Stand up." Rose's command was gentle as he continued to shrug the garment off, revealing a simple black button-up beneath. "Strip."
Akira nodded, using the arms of the chair to hoist himself up. His legs shook as he steadied himself, his sex a persistent need. Standing was a struggle, Rose observing, Akira's paws soon reaching down to fumble with his pants once more. Akira's slacks slid down his legs, his damp underwear soon coming with-- grumbling as the clothing clung and dragged, the hyena's sex bared, his pussy sensitive against the open air.
"You're lucky I own this building, Akira," Rose said as he folded his coat and undershirt over a chair, his top laid bare.
Akira couldn't help but ogle at the man's physique. Rose truly was built, a broad torso, ripples of toned muscle, and a layer of fat and fur that added a lovely plush. He hated himself for how often he'd stare, but was no stranger to taking in the sights of the dragon.
"See those cameras?" Rose tilted his head. "They're all fake, I had them replaced when we first started doing the meetings in here. Nobody watches us Akira, nobody knows. Your worries are wasted." Rose undid his fly and the zipper.
He pulled his trousers down, revealing the bulge pressing against his own briefs-- his member already fully erect, straining, tip protruding. Akira was starstruck, staring as he watched it gently throb-- the fabric stained, a wet patch, evidence of Rose's pre. Akira's cunt demanded him, the hyena's clit pulsing, his arousal overwhelming-- the hyena wishing Rose would just hurry it up.
"Get on the table, Akira," Rose commanded, his underwear coming down-- the dragon's girth released, his length rigid, slapping up against his stomach as it sprung free.
The needy hyena did as he was told, scrambling onto the table-- eyes locked not with Rose's, but with the dragon's throbbing manhood. It was huge, Akira all too familiar with it, canine in nature. Akira swallowed, the dragon striding closer, his tip dribbling a steady stream of precum, Rose's sack hanging heavy. Akira got a good whiff, senses filled with Rose's cologne and the muskiness of his sex mingling in the air.
Rose slid his hands forward, gripping Akira by the ankles and spreading his legs wide, revealing his soaked folds, the dragon grinning, a wolfish smirk. His t-dick throbbed in time with his heartbeat, his arousal spread bare for the dragon to feast upon. Akira blushed, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over him-- the hyena all too aware of just how vulnerable and exposed he was.
The dragon stood there for a second, staring, getting his fill. Akira's cunt dripped slick, pooling below him. Rose licked his lips, admiring. Akira felt dirty, used, Rose's intense leering only further fueling his humiliation. His clit throbbed, eager for the attention, the vibe a continuous rumble deep inside of him. The hyena lay bare, Rose taking in the sight, Akira's anticipation a torturous endeavor.
"E-enjoying the view?" Akira mumbled, his attempt at sarcasm falling flat, Rose's claws lightly pressing in, a dig.
"Yes, though I could use a closer look." Rose mused, his muzzle diving down.
"What are you-- ghh!" Akira yelped, a gasp-- the dragon's muzzle burying itself into the hyena's sopping sex.
Rose's tongue poked past his lips, a long, wide, and slippery thing-- its flat, wet width licking a stripe up the length of the hyena's cunt. Akira's spine arched, the contact a shock-- Rose's maw a heated, humid press, the hyena gasping out. Large nostrils flared as the Rose lapped, leaving a mess of fluids in its wake, a mixture of saliva and slick. Akira writhed, Rose's tongue sliding between the hyena's folds, collecting the liquids-- a trail up to his swollen clit.
Rose pulled back a moment, his breath steaming against Akira's sensitivity. "God you taste wonderful," his paws gripped the hyena's ankles, tighter. "My favorite snack."
"R-Rose--" Akira panted, the dragon's words filthy.
"Yes, Akira?" Rose asked, Akira's toes curling at the man's breath against him.
"Pl- plea--" Akira's plea was lost, the dragon's maw returning, his tongue pressing firm against his heat once more.
Akira's claws dug into the faux wood table, his legs held in the dragon's hands vice-like grip, the hyena rendered immobile-- powerless. Rose's licks were messy and broad, his movements indulgent, his eyes lazily cast upward-- Akira drowning in shame. Rose's tongue delved inward, his maw burying itself, seeking depth. He fucked up deeper and farther with his muzzle, nipping at sensitive spots, sucking and slobbering. Rose ate his share without mercy, tongue a writhing mass-- collecting every drop worth of his delicious catch, the dragon growling lowly as he reveled in it.
Rose worked his tongue deeper, pressing in and wriggling. Akira was a wreck, his moans sporadic-- the smaller man unable to stop them from leaving his maw. Drops of slick escaped from the corners of Rose's muzzle, coating his face, and making a mess of his typically well-kept fur. All the while the vibrator continued to rumble, Rose could feel it now against his tongue, a persistent presence. Akira groaned and whined, the larger man's oral stimulation a heavensend-- Rose's tongue reaching and filling where the bullet couldn't.
Akira was babbling now, incoherent. Rose lapped and savored, tasting everything he could collect, lust clouding his thoughts-- drinking up Akira's arousal greedily. His grip on Akira's ankles loosened, his large hands feeling upward toward the smaller's thighs, paws stroking, squeezing as they went. The hyena moaned Rose’s name, thighs squeezing as the dragon’s hands found their mark, the flesh dimpling as the dragon's grip intensified, claws digging into the suppleness.
The hyena's slick coated the lower half of Rose's muzzle, dribbling and streaming down, Akira's cries sweet and needy. He could spend a lifetime eating the hyena alone like an addict, the smaller man his fix, his hunger insatiable. Rose savored in the fluids that glazed his tongue, noting the taste-- Akira's flavor a blend unique to and of its own. He feasted, Akira helpless to stop him as the hyena was devoured-- tonguefucked by his boss, lover, and rival-- no ounce remaining sacred or unpunished.
Rose's lungs began to burn, the larger male drawing himself back with a sudden movement, tongue vacating Akira's depths with a satisfying pop, the sound resonating through the conference room. Saliva and other spent remains trickled and lingered, Rose panting as he stood up straight again, pushing himself up fully. The hyena gasped aloud, lower half shuddering at the sudden emptiness, mind reeling at somehow being left even needier than before.
Rose lifted a paw to his face, wiping away Akira's slick from his chin, flicking his hand and sending droplets flying. Panting, he admired Akira's disheveled pose, splayed and debauched, chest raising and lowering-- his heartbeat surely frantic. The hyena's nipples lay perky and at attention, similar in neediness to his throbbing t-dick and slobbered on sex.
"So. How did you enjoy that?" Rose asked a rhetorical question, confident of the hyena's adoration-- his smirk crooked.
"Rose-- why'd you-- f-fuck... why'd you stop?" Akira groaned, voice worn, the vibe persistently active and running.
"Aw Aki, so greedy," Rose cooed. "See, wasn't it worth it, getting you all pent up during the meeting? Now look at you, Akira." Rose paused. "Laid out like a meal fit for a king, so desperate for me-- really, where's your backbone? Weren't you not wanting to go through with this earlier?"
Akira squirmed, the teasing embarrassing-- Rose's scrutiny not stopping, continuing to verbally assault. "S-shut up..."
"Honestly," Rose grinned, a smug bearing of his white pointed teeth. "You should be honored I'm entertaining you like this, aren't I treating you kindly, pet?" Rose tutted, an air of entitlement-- his arrogance unbridled. He knew how much Akira liked it.
Akira grunted and frowned, refusing a spoken confirmation. Rose rolled his eyes and let his maw relax, chuckling, his amusement lighthearted. Stealing a pause, the two men shared a brief minute, simply staring-- admiring one another-- Akira getting a good look at the dragon's glistening mess of a furred chest-- trails of their intimacy's juices and his perspiration lining a path. Akira felt conflicted, despising and loving their dynamic in equal proportion. His eyes trailed downward, locking on the dragon's prominent arousal-- his balls visible, swaying under him, ready for release.
Rose couldn't hide a smirk, the hyena's fascination all too obvious-- and his too, Akira's nude figure was quite a wonder all on its own, his lithe, slender form an inviting appearance, a stark difference in build next to Rose's own bulk. Rose strode forward, his hands sliding along Akira's legs before once more gripping at the hyena's thighs, Rose pulling the smaller man closer to him. His length, hot and throbbing, slid perfectly along Akira's sex, the underside grinding against Akira's clit.
The dragon ground experimentally, sliding against the hyena, letting out a contented groan as he felt Akria's heat against his. Akira moaned, his entrance an aching want, the bullet's continuous hum driving him mad-- lackluster compared to what Rose had to offer. Rose rolled his hips, groaning, smearing a mess against his associate's outer folds-- precum mixing with Akira's slick. A prominent throb sent a load of the sticky fluid spattering upwards, drawing a line from Akira's crotch all the way to his chest.
"Gh-- come o-on Rose, quit fucking w-with me." Akira grumbled, antsy.
"Now Aki, there's no rush," the dragon tutted, a hand moving in toward Akria's cunt.
A pair of digits plunged in, Akira jumping at the sensation. Rose hooked his claw tips downward, searching, Akira shuddering-- a loud, wanton growl escaping his throat. Finding the bullet, Rose's fingers wrapped, clasping, drawing the device out, and setting it to the side.
"We wouldn't want this getting lost in there, would we Akira?" Akira grimaced at the thought, silently thankful for Rose's intervention-- despite his snark.
Rose continued his grinding, tortuously slow. Akira's eyes lay locked on the dragon's cock, the size still daunting despite his familiarity. Rose caught him staring and chuckled, the smaller man blushing. Rose reached a hand to the base of his length, gripping, tugging his length and drawing it upward, the pair of them taking great note in the bridges of their shared arousal, stringing across before snapping. Akira inhaled the mixed aroma, Rose similarly taking in a breath, a pleased grumble sounding from the both of them.
The larger man waited for a moment, a dramatic pause-- before letting go, his cock slinging downward, slapping against Akira's sex, sending drops of his precum flying. Akira groaned as he felt the slap land, the underside hitting against his t-dick-- his neglected sensitivity crying for more. Rose did it again, and again, each slap only bringing more need to the feeble man.
"Rose-- please--" Akira pleaded, desperation leaking outward.
"What do you need, Akira?" Rose mocked, feigning ignorance.
"Fucking p-put it inside already-- god dammit!" Akira bared his teeth, visibly irritated.
"Woah. As-- as you wish, Aki." He chuckled, surprised by the outburst, rearing his hips back and lining up the tip of his manhood with Akira's needing entrance.
With an abrupt, forceful thrust, Rose bottomed out, half of his length fitting within Akira. The hyena yelled aloud, walls flexing, clenching at the stretch-- already filled past the brim, yet able to see the remainder of Rose's cock resting outside of him. Rose pulled out, halfway, before sharply bucking his way forward again, trying to force as much in as possible-- the dragon determined. Changing his attack, Rose began to grind in, rolling his hips slowly as he pulled Akira's body against his, his cock slowly pushing and stretching Akira's innards, forcing him to take more and more.
Akira winced and yowled, mewling and moaning as Rose continued his work, a cocktail of pain and pleasure coursing through his nerves. Rose was not merciful, inch after careful inch of his shaft managing its entry-- splitting the hyena wider and wider. Akira did his best, accommodating the thickness-- tears welling at the corners of his eyes. His inner passage stretched, hugging tightly around Rose-- the hyena focused on the sensation and his breathing, just trying to keep himself together.
Eventually, Akira stole a glance downward, noticing a faint bump protrude outwards-- realizing it was the tip of Rose's member-- his stomach visibly distending with it. Akira groaned, louder than before, Rose ceasing a moment, allowing Akira some time-- letting the hyena readjust and relax. Akira breathed heavily, feeling pregnant with the girth-- Rose's sheer size breathtaking and overwhelming. His partner’s endowment was truly unreal, Akira's gut an extended curve, showcasing the outline Rose left inside of him.
He moved a shaky hand to his stuffed belly, laying and gently feeling-- tracing a circle around his distorted middle, his eyes following the outlines carefully. His palm explored, Rose grunting as he felt the hyena stroke against him from the inside. Akira was awestruck, stunned-- noticing how Rose's uninflated knot hadn't even breached him, still resting against his entrance.
"Do you need-- ah-- do you need a minute, Akira?" Rose groaned, face pleasured.
"Gh-- Y-yeah. It-- you're... hah... you're big. Hurts." Akira mumbled.
"Hurts good?"
"Mmh." Akira nodded.
Rose exhaled, patient, pausing as his catch grew accustomed-- he could feel Akira's thundering heartbeat around his length, rapid and warm. The hyena's sex tensed around him, a consistent, rhythmic squeeze. The dragon's cock throbbed in time as well, slower, deeper, in tandem with the larger male's steady heartbeat. Rose ventured a hand from Akira's thigh to the base of his own cock, giving it a squeeze-- playing a circular motion around its base before moving upward toward Akira's sex.
A thumb placed itself on Akira's clit, circling down. Akira gasped, clenching-- Rose humming, the dragon beginning ministrations with his digit and simultaneously beginning a shallow, experimental movement with his hips. Akira mewled, body shifting with Rose's, lavishing in the feeling of being stuffed so entirely. Rose's form loomed above him, large and intimidating, yet comforting in a way-- the man smiling down at him, expressing a mixture of gentle and sly.
Rose's thumb rubbed steady circles down onto Akira's clit, pressing against the enlarged bud-- his shaft's movements remaining shallow. Akira's own hands continued to feel at his midriff-- the hyena awed over how profoundly the dragon bulged him, girth visible through his flesh, Akria astonished it was a feat attainable to begin with. He ventured a soft squeeze, his palms pressing into the bulge-- Rose growling out in surprised pleasure.
Wow. Holy shit. He was packed so perfectly full he could feel at Rose's shaft, albeit indirectly, from within. Akira experimentally attempted squeezing again-- Rose groaning, a shiver working its way from the dragon's pelvis upward. Rose's finger quickened its workings, his strokes against Akira's clit growing with renewed vigor-- his thumb's pace speeding.
Akira could feel just how far Rose had him filled. An impressive bulge of solid flesh protruded outward, the hyena bloating as it slowly throbbed-- Akira amazed at the sheer sight. Rose had the hyena effectively pregnant with him, the outline obscene. Pressing his fingers inward and upward slightly, the shape of Rose's cock shifted-- pressing and molding underneath the skin's exterior.
Rose could feel it all, the hyena's prodding a strange yet welcome sensation. Each press distinct, a foreign intrusion atop his thickness. Rose's breaths were strained, Akira's heat and tightness demanding him to move. Akira squeezed-- Rose growled, the hyena relishing the response, doing his best with his weakened state, kneading around his dragon.
"God Akira," Rose ground inward, Akira whining, the dragon's knot mashing against his entrance. "Feels amazing," Rose spoke, labored-- Akira feeling a fresh swell as the dragon leaked a fresh dose of precum, his innards momentarily flooding.
"Rose-- ah-- I’m ready-- move please, pl-please Rose!" Akira practically shouted, his begging a necessity-- the hyena dropping the attitude.
Without hesitation Rose complied, the larger man drawing his hips backward. Akira cried out, walls desperately holding Rose's length inside. Rose's hands shifted to Akira's hips, pulling Akira against his form as he prepared. In the blink of an eye, he slammed forward, a powerful shove-- Akira yelling in ecstatic reaction. Another withdraw, and Rose hammered forward-- another, then another.
Before Akira realized it, his partner had begun a steady, harsh pound-- Akira wailing in ecstasy, volume not hidden, eyes seeing stars. Rose drove himself forth with reckless abandon-- and the hyena loved every inch of it. Akira was in euphoria, wall stretching, stuffed absolutely and devastatingly past the maximum, the stretch agonizing yet delightful.
Every thrust was accompanied by a slap of the larger man's balls meeting Akira's rear-- a rhythmic percussion. Rose growled as he drove forward and claimed the hyena as his, his grip unforgiving, Akira's waist guaranteed to be covered with future bruises. He grit his fangs, slamming into Akira at his own demands, taking pleasure greedily for himself, the hyena unable to fight nor refuse his treatment.
Akira was a spout of noises, babbling profanities-- praise raining as fast as the larger male's pounding. It all hurt in the best way, a perfect ache-- Akira addicted to the mix of pain and pleasure the dragon brought. He yelled and swore and praised his superior, Rose owning him-- ravaging his cunt, claiming territory, an alpha mounting a bitch, intent on breeding them deeply.
The hyena loved each and every punishing slam Rose granted, and he doubted he couldn't ever get enough. He noticed a slight widening each time their hips met, Rose's knot threatening-- daring, pressing its threat and intent against Akira's hole. Rose hunkered over the smaller man, his frame dominating over Akira's-- the hyena's legs barely managing to wrap around the dragon's waist, useless to do much else.
The smaller's stomach bulged and sunk each time the larger moved, Akira's insides shifting to adjust Rose's thick and thorough spearing. Each thrust Akira could feel the tip of Rose's length knocking at the door of his womb, harder with every push. His mewls and moans continued to grow in intensity as he could feel that telltale stirring begin within him. The hyena's t-dick throbbed, his sex squeezing-- orgasm near, impending.
"Gh-god, R-Rose! K-knot me! P-please, knot me!" Akira shouted-- Rose roaring out, the hyena's beg his breaking point, request fulfilled.
Rose's body lurched forward, hands moving from Akira's hips to the man's shoulders as Rose pinned him hard against the table, rolling his hips forward with everything he had. Akira moaned louder than he thought possible, Rose's knot finally succeeded a push, the bulb stretching beyond and finally, blessedly, succeeded in its tie-- knot disappearing completely within the hyena with a satisfying pop.
The bulge in Akira's stomach noticeably inflated-- growing dramatically in an instant, Rose bottoming deep. Akira cried, and climax struck, walls clenching impossibly tighter as the hyena's vision blurred. Rose practically whined, this hyena so tight it hurt, yet the discomfort was nothing in comparison to the pleasure.
Akira's orgasm wracked his body, his climax's waves an overpowering storm-- a crashing tide as the hyena saw white. He yelled and thrashed, Rose pinning him firmly down-- the dragon's hold unmoving as he buried himself as deeply as possible, Akira's passage constricting mercilessly-- milking Rose of his precum. Slick exploded in torrential splashes as it came dribbling out from behind the knot and rushed past-- coating the dragon's crotch and dripping between the pair.
Slowly yet surely, Akira came to-- noticing the dragon looming over him, eyes wide, chest heaving. His cock still throbbed deep inside of him, aching for release, Akira slowly piecing it together. Rose hadn't came.
"R-Rose?"
All at once Rose growled, ferociously bucking forward-- the hyena groaning. Akira couldn't move if he'd wanted to, his limbs drained-- a vessel only for Rose and his need. The larger man ground his length in before rearing back, his knot tugging at the inside of Akria's entrance. Akira could feel the thing throb, spurting precum deep inside of him, Rose's length pulsing with his heartbeat.
"You can't-- t-there's no way-- there's no way you're pulling that--" Akira's sentence was stopped short as Rose jerked his hips once more.
Success. With an audible, wet pop, Rose's knot worked its way out, spreading Akira's entrance wide once more. With a groan, Rose humped forward again, straining and pushing until-- pop! His knot sank deep once more, stuffing and tying Akira again. Withdraw. Pop! Success, enter. Repeat.
Each push and strain was rewarded with a gratifying, slicked sound-- Rose's knot entering and exiting Akira with a repetitive squelch. Akira was dumbfounded, Rose repeating his process methodically, a slowly increasing rhythm. Thrusting in, knot popped deep inside-- grinding, tied for just a moment-- before it was undone, Akira momentarily empty before being filled once more past breaking.
Rose snarled, a carnivorous, lust-driven beast. Akira could feel himself slipping, broken repeatedly upon the dragon's length. Each knot-filled retreat and reentry was accompanied by a chorus of sounds-- the hyena's soaked insides suctioned against the withdrawal, his tunnel unwilling to give up its fill-- only for Rose to retreat and then force his way back within moments later.
His moans were reduced to lewd croaks, vocal cords sore and worn. Tears were evident, streaks down his fur-- Rose maintaining his animalistic thrusts. Akira could hear his name called between ragged and uneven breaths, a mixture of growling and the dragon's rasp-- the larger man ruthlessly knotfucking him, ravaging him-- destroying the hyena and conquering him.
"Ro--" Pop! "Se!"
Rose rolled his hips, speeding up, chasing his orgasm. Akira's sex constricted and milked, walls clinging-- Rose addicted to the hyena's vice grip. Akira's mind felt like soup, a slave for the dragon's cock, loving being used as a mere tool for Rose's pleasure. The dragon's head stooped down, mouth open, fangs glinting before clamping down hard right atop the hyena's shoulder-- the sharp, curved points sinking into him.
Akira hollered, and the floodgates broke again, Akira's insides clamping brutally down upon Rose once more. A warmth spread deep throughout him, Akira croaking out a moan-- Rose bit, his jaw unrelentingly strong, clenching and sinking even harder. His humps only sped up, knot popping in and out with reckless abandon, Rose ravenous and determined.
The hyena could feel his insides give, slowly loosening for the dragon-- where the first initial ties had been difficult and painful, Akira found it easier and easier with each passing minute, the pain dulling. Wet sounds rang true each time the dragon slammed his entire length home-- Rose ramming and relentless.
Swelling and tensing, Rose's knot beginning to swell was the first indicator that the man was nearing his own climax. Precum steadily spilled inside in bursts-- Akira feeling Rose throb heavier, the dragon's movements growing uncontrolled, timing growing skewed. His mouth remained locked on Akira's shoulder, marking him up, growling with lust. Akira was lost in it, reduced to a whining mess, holes serving Rose's demand-- an outlet for the dragon's ravaging.
Growling out, Akira felt Rose's knot suddenly hitch, the thing too big, catching and failing to fully exit, Rose grinding and stammering with erratic thrusts, frenzied-- the hyena recognizing the signs. Akira whined, the dragon's length unmistakably swelling as the man drew his head up, forcing his entire body forward-- the entire table sliding backward beneath the two, creaking loudly. Rose kept on with a few desperate humps, Akira spouting nonsense, babbling-- begging the man to fill him, to breed him.
Finally. The dragon roared out, slamming Akira down onto the table and grinding the smaller male against his pelvis, his cock throbbing deeply inside of the hyena before erupting. Akira moaned as ropes of cum began flooding his innards-- Rose snarling as the first shot of his load settled its way into Akira's womb-- the tip of his length pulsing right against his cervix. His knot swelled with the beginning of his orgasm, tying the two securely in their embrace.
More seed surged and pumped directly inside his depths-- Akira's womb filled thoroughly, Rose successfully impregnating him. Rose rolled his hips, Akira feeling the man's balls tense-- rope after rope filling him further to a point that seemed unbelievable. He thought the bulge in his stomach was huge before, his abdomen now appearing as though he was truly pregnant, womb bloated with the dragon's torrent.
The dragon's cum showed no sign of stopping, Rose continuously rutting in and flooding the hyena, growling and whining. Akira looked down and took a hand to his middle-- placing and feeling the expanse, his body shuddering as a third orgasm finally reached him. Rose's knot felt massive during his fucking, but now? It had to be the size of a grapefruit-- a warm and pulsing stopper preventing a single drop from spilling a fraction outward, Rose’s claim sealed, his mating completed.
Minutes passed, Rose still hunched over the smaller's form, his cock a steady pump, shooting its reserves within him-- a constant flow. A sliver of cum leaked from the hyena's sex, the liquid forced out alongside his stretched entrance-- pooling out onto the table, the dragon's fat knot unable to cork his entire spill. His balls tensed, pressing against Akira’s rear, churning as the larger man emptied himself deep inside his partner.
Rose ventured a shaky kiss downward, a surprisingly affectionate gesture-- Akira accepting him hungrily, mouths parting and tongues immediately diving inward, intertwining. They locked in a lengthy and drawn make-out, passion present, Akira basking-- appreciating in the aftercare. Rose's strong arms scooped beneath Akira's form, picking the hyena up and cradling him gently against his own figure, the smaller male squeaking as he was relocated.
Their kiss broke, Akira mumbling, "I love you, Rose..."
"Love you too Aki," Rose murmured, planting a smooch atop the hyena's forehead.
Rose shimmied, the larger male navigating the both of them down to the carpeted floor-- laying with Akira atop him, the two cuddling in post-bliss. The conference room had fallen still, the scent in the atmosphere still prevalent-- remnants of their activity and musky sweat blending, a cocktail. Akira nestled comfortably atop Rose, enjoying the silence the two shared, the weight and warmth of the man's paws, comfort settling the smaller's mind. Rose's cock still throbbed dully inside of him, knot refusing to go down.
"Do you-- do you think I'm pregnant now?" Akira whispered, curious, breaking the quiet.
"Hmm," Rose considered his answer. "Well, I'd certainly hope so."