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When Secretary Jian approaches Mok to help wrangle Rome into doing his paperwork, Mok is sure this isn’t quite what the other man had in mind. Apparently, Rome was getting quite behind with paperwork, expertly dodging Jian when the man came knocking. Jian got desperate enough to seek out Mok, begging for his help in wrangling the young mafia heir. Mok had agreed to help, happy to take matters into his own hands. Well, more specifically, into his mouth.
Rome had been happy to see Mok, especially when he showed up at his office unannounced. Or so he thought, until he caught sight of the stack of paperwork in Mok’s hands. Rome’s grin slides into a scowl and he deflates in his chair.
“That’s low of Jian,” Rome grumbles.
“Don’t even try to shift the blame. You’re the one who let it pile up.” Mok walks over and places the stack on Rome’s desk, sliding it across the dark wood. Rome glares at the papers, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ve been busy,” Rome tries, avoiding making eye contact with Mok. Mok rolls his eyes at the giant toddler in front of him.
“Well, Jian said your schedule is clear today, so it’s time to get this done,” Mok is taking no bullshit today. He walks around to the other side of the large desk, Rome tracking his movements with his eyes. Mok gestures for Rome to scoot his chair back, which the other man obeys, a question in his eyes. Mok throws a pillow down below Rome’s desk. The other man’s eyes widen, Rome suddenly sitting up straight. “I’ve come to provide… motivation.”
Mok watches as Rome swallows hard, pupils blowing wide.
“Are you going to be a good boy and comply?” Mok purrs, sliding to his knees in front of Rome, hands braced on the other’s thighs. Rome nods eagerly, at a loss for words.
“What-” Rome pauses to wet his suddenly dry lips. “What are you going to do?”
Mok hums as he pretends to think, staring at Rome’s crotch blatantly while rubbing his palms up and down Rome’s thighs. Mok looks up at Rome through his lashes. “I was thinking perhaps I’ll help keep you warm, and once you finish your work I’d reward you properly.”
Rome sways forward, eyes clenching shut. He grips the arm rests of his chair tightly, fingers going white. His voice comes out in a punched out breath of air. “Fuck.”
Mok smirks from his position between Rome’s legs. Mok leans forward and lays his cheek on Rome’s leg. “Does that sound fair?”
Rome opens his eyes when he feels the new pressure on his leg, whining when he makes eye contact with Mok. It's way too easy for Mok, riling Rome up like this. “It’s going to take hours.”
Mok doesn’t even blink. “I’m aware.”
Rome reaches forward to run his fingers through Mok’s hair, messing it up. He grips the strands and pulls Mok forward, the other man following easily. Mok uses his hands to undo the fastening of Rome’s slacks, pulling the placket aside. Rome is already well on his way to half mast, cock tenting his briefs.
Rome guides Mok to his cock by the grip in his hair. Mok nuzzles at Rome’s clothed cock, taking pleasure in how it twitches against his face. Above him, Rome groans, head falling back.
Before Rome can get too comfortable, Mok pulls away. Rome blinks his eyes open at him, making a sad, questioning noise. Mok squeezes his thigh in reassurance. “Let’s get started on that paperwork, hm?”
Rome nods and together they get comfortable. Mok kneels on his cushion under the desk, and Rome pulls his chair in so he can sit and fill out the forms normally. When they’re finally settled, and Rome has started reading the first contract, Mok pulls down Rome’s underwear. Rome’s cock springs free, smacking Mok in the face.
Rome grunts, but tries to keep his eyes on the paperwork in front of him. Mok had made it very clear he would stop if Rome didn’t concentrate. Mok gives Rome a few teasing strokes with his hand, giving kitten licks to the sensitive head. Rome clenches the papers in his fist, trying to stay strong. Mok takes mercy and slides Rome’s cock into his mouth as much as he can. Mok lies his face back on Rome’s thigh to relieve strain on his neck. They settle in like this.
Some of the tension eventually leaves Rome’s body, and his cock softens in Mok’s mouth once he gets into a groove with his work. Mok is content to just sit and warm Rome’s cock in his mouth.
They take a quick break an hour in, Mok needing to stand and stretch his legs a bit. Pleased with Rome’s progress, he allows Rome to pull him into his lap for a kiss. One leads to two, leads to more. Mok pulls away when he starts to feel himself getting hard, sliding back into position even as Rome whines.
Mok slips Rome’s cock back into his mouth, and Rome resumes working.
Around 2 pm, there’s a knock on the door. Rome glances down at Mok, who just hums around his cock. Rome grins wickedly as he scoots in closer to his desk, making sure their activity is fully hidden before telling whoever it is to enter.
It’s one of the receptionists, here to deliver a package that arrived for Rome. Rome has her place the package on the corner of his desk. She looks around the room, seeming confused.
“Didn’t Khun Mok come by?” She asks, having greeted Rome’s partner when he arrived earlier.
“He had to run an urgent errand,” Rome lies. Between his legs, Mok suddenly sucks at his cock. Rome tenses hard in order to not jump, not wanting to alert the receptionist of the goings on below. As subtle as he can, Rome slips a hand into Mok’s hair, gripping hard. Mok, the minx, just hums, sending jolts of pleasure up Rome’s spine.
“Oh, I didn’t see him leave,” She says. Rome isn’t sure why she picked today of all days to be chatty, but he just wants her to leave. Mok starts to bob his head and Rome accidentally kicks out, foot hitting his desk with a thump.
The receptionist looks worried for a moment, and Rome assures her it was just a muscle twitch. She gives him some advice on staying hydrated and to massage the area, before finally leaving Rome in peace.
Once the door shuts, Rome shoves his chair back, pushing away from Mok’s grip. He scowls down at the man, who just gives him an innocent look. “That was unnecessary, don’t you think?”
Mok tilts his head, the perfect picture of innocence if not for the gleam of mischief in his eyes. “I thought it was quite fun.” Mok’s eyes slide down to gaze between Rome’s spread thighs. “Looks like you did, too.”
“You brat,” Rome admonishes, reaching out to pull Mok back to him—or tries to, anyway. Mok dodges out of the way, tutting at Rome.
“Ah, ah, ah, not yet, Khun Rome,” Mok goads playfully.
Rome pouts in response. “So you’re allowed to tease me, and I can’t do anything back?” Rome complains, finding this highly unfair.
Mok shakes his head in the affirmative. “Maybe if you were good and did your work on time, I wouldn’t have to punish you like this.”
A smirk tugs at Rome's lips, this whole scenario not even close to being a punishment for him. “If I had done my work on time, you wouldn’t be here, warming me with that hot little mouth of yours,” Rome purrs, running his thumb over Mok’s plush bottom lip.
Mok’s eyes narrow, batting Rome’s hand away. His voice carries a real threat when he says, “The next time you purposefully avoid paperwork, there will be no sex for an entire month.”
Rome’s eyes fly wide open and he immediately holds up his hands in surrender. Mok does not make threats lightly, and means every word. “No, No, I’m just joking. Please don’t do that, baby.”
“Then don’t stress out your secretary again.” Mok pinches the flesh of Rome’s inner knee to emphasize his point.
“I won’t, I won’t” Rome promises.
Mok holds his glare a moment longer before he pulls Rome back towards him, saying Rome should get back to work. There is probably only another half an hour of work left, and Rome’s eager for his prize.
Twenty-eight minutes pass like this, Rome working diligently until he signs the last page with a flourish, tossing his pen down while the ink dries. He stretches his arms over his head, groaning with relief. It’s finally over, he is all caught up, and now he’s ready for his reward.
Rome peers down at Mok. Mok looks comfortable where he is, eyes closed, head laying on Rome’s thigh. Mok’s hair is a mess from Rome running his hands through it. The best sight though is Mok’s plush, pink lips stretched around Rome’s soft cock. It doesn’t stay like that for long, his cock swelling in Mok’s mouth as Rome gazes down at his gorgeous lover. Mok’s eyes blink open and he looks up at Rome. He makes a questioning hum, sending shivers up Rome’s spine.
“I’m all caught up,” Rome declares, voice throaty and eyes dark with lust. He brushes a hand through Mok’s messy hair, trying to smooth it back into place. Mok hums again, this time in affirmation. He pulls away, sitting back on his haunches.
Mok takes a moment to stretch his neck and shoulders. He’s feeling slight stiffness between his shoulder blades and a dull ache in his knees. Nothing that a few pain killers wont fix.
Rome waits for him patiently, his cock growing harder with anticipation of what was about to happen. Rome’s cock stands tall, bobbing between his legs, thick and flushed red with arousal. The head peeks out of his foreskin, shiny with precum and Mok’s saliva.
Mok takes the member in hand, enjoying the silky texture and how warm it is. Mok thought Rome had a pretty cock, he loved getting his mouth on it. Mok leans in and licks a stripe up the underside, stopping to suck at the tip.
Rome’s fingers slide into his hair once again, Rome moaning as Mok teases his cock with more broad licks of his tongue and strokes of his hand. Mok works him over expertly, knowing exactly how tight Rome liked it, how to play with Rome’s foreskin. Only when Rome was fully hard and dripping did Mok take Rome back into his hot mouth, starting with sucking the head while his hands work over the shaft.
Mok was relentless, it felt like he was trying to suck Rome’s soul from his body through his cock. Rome would happily give it over, if it didn’t already belong to Mok. Mok works his mouth further down, inching along with each bob of his head. Mok stops when the head hits the back of his throat. Mok sucks hard as he pulls back to the head, prompting Rome to moan loudly at the sensation.
“Fuck, Mok, so good. You’re so good at sucking my cock, baby. You were made for this, your pretty lips should always be stretched around my cock.” Rome babbles, starting up his usual stream of filth. Rome works on unbuttoning his shirt, beginning to get overly warm. “Just like that, baby.”
Mok continues to bob steadily, working his tongue along the underside on Rome’s cock, sometimes flicking at the slit when he pulls back to tease the head. Rome’s hips jerk up to meet Mok’s mouth as the pleasure builds up just below Rome’s navel.
Mok touches Rome’s wrist lightly, and Rome pulls his hand away in a daze. “Huh? What is it, baby?”
Mok pulls away with a wet pop and a gasp. Mok’s lips are so shiny and red from sucking Rome’s dick, and Rome can’t help staring, mesmerized. Mok takes a hold of Rome’s wrist and guides his hand back to Mok’s head. “Fuck my face.”
Rome’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. His cock twitches hard, and he nearly comes from those words alone, needing a moment to steady himself. Mok waits for a nod before he puts his mouth back around Rome, holding still so Rome can guide him.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Mok,” Rome praises, guiding Mok’s head up and down on his cock. Mok goes along easily, so Rome pushes him further, faster. Rome’s Hitting the back of Mok’s throat now, thrusting up into Mok when Rome guides his head down. Mok grips Rome’s thigh, breathing harshly through his nose as he lets Rome use him. Mok gags a few times, but doesn’t tap out. Tears gather at the corners of his eyes, clinging to his lashes until they grow too heavy. It quickly grows wet and messy.
“Mok, baby, hmm,” Rome is so close now, overwhelmed by all the sensations. His breathing is loud in his ears, almost drowning out the obscene wet noises the slide of Mok’s mouth makes over Rome’s saliva soaked cock. The warm heat and tightness of Mok’s throat hits Rome in a deadly combination, no man would be able to hold on for long under this treatment. “I’m close, ‘m so close.”
There is movement in Rome’s peripherals, drawing his eyes to where Mok is furiously pumping his own cock. The sight of Mok getting off to sucking Rome’s cock is what pushes Rome over that final edge, pushing Mok’s head down as he starts to come down Mok’s throat.
Rome chants Mok’s name like a prayer, rope after rope of hot cum painting Mok’s throat. Mok swallows it all expertly, letting Rome ride out his orgasm. The swallowing sensation around the head of his cock has Rome bowing forward, hunching over Mok, nearly screaming out his pleasure.
After a few tense seconds, Rome’s body goes limp. He struggles to sit up in his chair, slumping back as he catches his breath, vision still blurred from the intensity of his release. Mok pulls his mouth away gently, careful of oversensitivity.
Mok sits back on his haunches, still stroking his cock as he gazes up at Rome. Rome looks fucked out, absolutely wrecked. His hair is a sweaty mess, his dark eyes glazed over. His face is flushed pink all the way down his neck. His chest heaves with each breath. His spent cock softens between his splayed legs. Mok enjoys the sight of his handiwork.
Mok surges to his feet, hastily parting Rome’s unbuttoned shirt, baring his chest and abdomen. Mok leans over Rome, bracing himself with a hand on the back of Rome’s chair and a knee placed between Rome’s legs. Mok strokes his cock furiously—he’s so close now. Rome looks up at him in a daze, his mouth falling open and his pink tongue peeking out to wet his lower lip, and that’s enough for Mok.
With a gasp, Mok comes all over Rome’s chest.
Mok collapses against Rome, careful to avoid the mess he just made. The poor chair groans in protest under the sudden weight of two adult men. Mok pants against Rome’s throat, Rome’s arms coming up to hold him loosely as they both catch their breaths. Rome places sweet, gentle kisses along Mok’s cheek and shoulder.
“You good?” Rome asks once Mok’s breathing has steadied, the other man nodding at him, but not moving away yet. Rome tips Mok’s face up and steals a kiss from him before guiding him to rest his head against his neck again. Rome smoothes his hands up and down Mok’s back until Mok is ready.
Mok pulls away eventually, sitting back on the edge of Rome’s desk. Rome grins up at him, wide and besotted, showing Mok just how pleased Rome is. Mok offers a smaller smile in return. Mok’s eyes catch on Rome’s chest, shivering in pleasure at the sight of Rome covered in Mok’s come. The sight is delicious, and Mok contemplates licking him clean.
In the end he decides against it, cleaning up with a towel Mok brought along, always prepared. Rome lets Mok wipe him down, the two of them enjoying the comfortable silence between them. Once he’s clean enough, Rome fixes his clothing.
Mok helps fix Rome’s hair, getting it as close to put together as they can. Rome takes the opportunity to kiss Mok as much as he can, the process taking twice as long as Mok lets Rome taste himself from Mok’s mouth.
Just as they’ve finished making themselves presentable, there is a knock at Rome’s office door. With permission, Jian enters the office. He sees the stack of completed paperwork on Rome’s desk, lighting up. He turns and gives Mok a smile.
“Thank you for your help, Mok Xinsheng,” Jian says with a slight bow, scooping up the paperwork.
“What about me? I’m the one who filled it all out,” Rome complains. Jian shoots him a flat stare, unamused.
“Maybe I would be willing to thank you had it been filled out on time, but as it stands, I don’t think I will.”
Mok snickers from his seat, Rome throwing him a betrayed look. “No one respects me around here.”
Mok and Jian share a look, causing Rome’s pout to deepen. The boss shoos the secretary from his office.
“By the way,” Jian pauses when he reaches the doorway, shooting a sly look over his shoulder at Mok. “I’d highly recommend a cushion made of extra thick memory foam next time. It’s better for the knees long term.”
Rome howls with laughter once his office door shuts, and Mok smacks him over the head with a folder, face flaming red.