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already on your knees
Ogata was 100% sure Sugimoto was sighing so loudly with the sole purpose of catching his attention, but he decided to intently focus on finishing the report opened in the computer in front of him. They both were the only ones in the office, late on a Friday evening, finishing the work they should have turned in the previous day. Which they hadn’t, because of Sugimoto fooling around. Exactly the reason why Ogata was forcing him to stay late on the last day of work of the week, but it was just pure torture for the man, who instead of focusing was laying back on his chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling, just wasting time while his thoughts wandered. And Ogata could easily guess where his thoughts were going, feet tapping loudly on the floor to try to distract him, but he kept his gaze on the screen, unwilling to let Sugimoto win this game they usually had going. It often ended up this way, Ogata being the only one to take this seriously enough. He had already given up in trying to make Sugimoto do his part; he didn’t care enough to bother. But Sugimoto sighed again, followed by another tap of his feet, and Ogata frowned. He knew how much those little distractions got on his nerves, and he would use it to his advantage. Sugimoto learned fast. After all, Ogata was quick himself to catch on everything that frustrated Sugimoto, so it was obvious the guy would end up doing the same in return.
Sugimoto leaned back, looking at Ogata. Their desks were opposite of each other, but there were no other seats in the middle, so with no one around to keep an eye on them it was easy for Sugimoto’s attention to end up drifting to Ogata. He saw the man sitting with his back straight, hands typing fast on the keyboard. Everything else was quiet around them, everyone having left an hour ago. And a thought crossed Sugimoto’s mind, as he noticed the lights out around them, as the thought of them being alone there sank in. Oh, Ogata would kill him for this, but he didn’t give a shit. He pushed his chair back with his feet, rolling it next to Ogata’s, and he rested his head on Ogata’s arm, noticing how the other man made an effort to keep himself focused.
“Hey, Ogataaa...”
“...”
“Ogata.” He tried again.
Ogata’s hands didn’t stop typing for a second. Sugimoto looked at the screen. Wow, he sure had got a lot of work done in the past hour. Which Sugimoto just hadn’t at all.
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough for today? It’s Friday evening, dude. We should just go get our asses drunk for tonight.”
More silence. Sugimoto’s eyes went quickly from the screen to Ogata, to try to catch any change in his expression, any kind of reaction. None. But we wasn’t going to give up.
“...Ogata, it’s just us in here.”
That made Ogata’s fingers stop for a second, flinch before typing the next word. He smirked to himself. Oh, he perfectly knew the way to pull his strings. Ogata had shown before his interest for... that kind of risky situations. Something Sugimoto made sure to get them into, working for the chances to happen. And now, it was at their workplace, something that he was sure would get the other man worked up just from the thought of it.
“It has crossed your mind, hasn’t it?” Sugimoto looked back at the screen, admiring how much self-control Ogata put in continuing the report. Though he knew it wouldn’t last much longer. “I could blow you right here, man.”
Ogata stopped. Sugimoto smirked again, this time moving from Ogata’s arm to take a proper look at him. He was frowning, lips pressed together. Good, he was giving in. Sugimoto tried to act as casual as he could manage as he slid one hand over Ogata’s leg. God, he adored how Ogata kept his suit jacket and necktie neatly on even when it was past office-hours on a Friday night, while he had quickly discarded his own jacket as soon as he sat down his chair. Ogata’s eyes moved to Sugimoto’s hand.
“...What are you doing.”
“Just let me blow you, c’mon.” Sugimoto’s voice was low, to avoid whining already. Maybe he hated how easily Ogata could get him pleading, or maybe he didn’t at all. Honestly, he had kinda reached a point where he was desperate to get the other man to give in, tired of playing this game. A man just wanted to get fucked, is all. Even though the teasing was damn attracting on its own too.
Ogata let out a sigh, as he pulled his hands away from the keyboard to grab the hand Sugimoto had on him. Sugimoto feared for a second that he would push him back and reject his attempt, but he felt his breath stopping when Ogata looked back at him and pulled him closer by the collar.
“Will you start working once we get this whole game over with?”
He was just a couple of inches away from him, whispering against him, and oh it was too much. Sugimoto felt a shiver down his spine.
“Yes.” He whispered back.
Ogata moved his chair back a bit, letting go of Sugimoto, and then patted his lap a couple times, a sign for the man next to him. The smirk on Ogata’s face was making Sugimoto burn already. Ogata had to do just that and it already drove him insane.
“On the floor then.”
Sugimoto almost hurt his knees with the speed at which he dropped down. In a second he was in front of Ogata, on his knees, hands over his expensive shoes, waiting for permission to go further. They had fucked enough for them to establish this kind of dynamic. God, Ogata made it so difficult for Sugimoto to follow through and not just take matters into his own hands, but it was really rewarding. The control, the dominance. Sugimoto was a simple man.
Ogata held his chin up for just a moment, their gazes meeting, and Sugimoto’s hands closed tight around the shoes. Fuck, he could already feel his hard-on. The whole situation was getting to him; in their office, the only source of light coming from their computer's screens and a cheap desktop lamp, Sugimoto on his knees in front of Ogata, who was properly sitting on his chair, acting so composed while Sugimoto was having trouble breathing already. God, he wanted Ogata to lose it. He wanted to make him lose it. He moved one hand, starting to go further up his ankle, hoping to reach his leg and – Ogata raised his leg, pressing his shoe against Sugimoto’s chin, and Sugimoto immediately dropped the hand.
“Did I tell you to move?”
Ogata’s voice was cold, calm. Fuck. It was so hot. Sugimoto bit the inside of his cheek, trying (and failing) to calm himself down. God, he just wanted it inside his mouth already.
“Ogata, fuck, I...”
“No, I didn’t. Right?” Ogata cut him off, and he smirked when he saw Sugimoto closing his mouth.
Oh, he knew how crazy this was driving him. Fucking bastard. He waited, and Ogata lowered his leg again, this time crossing it over the other. Sugimoto’s eyes moved to his legs briefly. God, he was so sexy.
“You can touch. Not above the knee yet.” Ogata said, resting his chin on one hand as he kept looking at Sugimoto.
Sugimoto felt his heart beating loudly against his chest. Fuck, Ogata had barely done a thing and he was already impossibly turned on. He moved closer, hands slowly moving up the leg that he had on top of the other. Slowly up and down, wishing we could touch skin, get his hands on him... And he moved closer to kiss the cloth. Ogata’s mouth fell slightly open upon that sight, Sugimoto closing his eyes as he kept kissing upwards, obeying the limit Ogata had set. Keeping his composure was hard when Sugimoto did these things, always taking advantage of whatever Ogata hadn’t specified beforehand. He didn’t hate it. It felt so good, seeing how eager he was for this, even when he had his actions so limited. Sugimoto would always try to get as much as he could, and it was breathtaking. Ogata had to force his mouth closed with a bite on his bottom lip when Sugimoto looked back at him, kissing right under his knee while he moved one hand to the other leg. God, was he aware of how absurdly hot he looked right now?
“...Ogata.” He almost didn’t catch Sugimoto whispering his name against his leg, between kisses. ”Can I just blow you already.”
Fuck. Ogata unfolded his legs, making Sugimoto move back a bit. He let out a quiet sigh as he caught sight of Sugimoto’s pants, his hard-on pretty obvious by now. Good. Leaving Sugimoto’s question unanswered, he moved one leg to press his shoe lightly against his erection, making the guy flinch in response.
“You’re this hard already? From what, kissing my suit?” A half smile followed his words, seeing how Sugimoto had to briefly close his eyes to keep himself under control, breathing down deeply as Ogata pressed harder.
Sugimoto rocked back against it, and Ogata stopped for a moment, watching Sugimoto holding back a noise. Oh, he was really losing it. Ogata kept his shoe in place.
“Keep moving.” He commanded in a whisper.
Sugimoto immediately followed through, seeking whatever friction he could to relieve himself a bit, to feel something against him. But he needed more. He looked back at Ogata, hips moving forward, panting heavily. The sight was such a turn-on. Sugimoto was trying so hard to behave, even when all he wanted was to jump on his dick right now. Ogata would surely praise him for that afterwards, in that irritating mocking tone of his.
“Ogata… Come on…” Sugimoto's hands closed around his legs, looking for some support to keep grinding against him. His eyes were narrowed, his breathing agitated.
Maybe it was time to loosen up. Ogata moved his leg away, causing Sugimoto to bend forward and let out a whine from the lack of contact. Ogata smirked in response.
“Beg for it.”
Sugimoto looked up, holding Ogata's gaze, his face burning from the turn-on. God, he’d do anything right now just for that cock.
“…Please. Ogata, damn. Just give it to me.”
Ogata’s hands started undoing his belt, at a desperately slow pace, while Sugimoto followed his every moment, feeling it unbearably dragged on.
“Please. Fuck. Ogata, come on.”
“How long has this been on your mind, Sugimoto? Getting dick in your workplace.” Ogata liked to keep his voice low when he dirty-talked. And it drove Sugimoto crazy.
“God, fuck. Ever since… we got assigned the same office.” Sugimoto looked down at his pants. He had jerked off just to the fantasy of it so many times. He wished he could touch himself right now, right there, maybe coming all over Ogata’s expensive suit. Yeah, that sounded nice.
When he looked back up, Ogata was lowering his pants just enough to get his dick out comfortably. He bit his bottom lip from the sight. Ogata lazily wrapped his hand around him, lightly stroking himself. He liked doing that, showing Sugimoto what he could be doing himself. Torturing him.
“You’re so damn dirty.” More words spoken in whispers. Sugimoto let out a noise, probably just moaning to that.
It was unthinkable, the things Ogata did to him. But damn there was nothing that felt as good as this, nothing that made him feel such a thrill, such a need. Ogata drove him crazy in ways nobody else ever had, and he was too addicted to it by now to let it go. Fuck, he might have to admit to being a masochist. He didn’t care; it felt incredible.
Ogata’s hand gripped Sugimoto’s hair. He hissed a “yes” as he felt his hair being pulled, finally closer to him, finally with his breath over his cock. Sugimoto tried hard to keep eye contact, feeling a rush of lust inside him when he saw Ogata licking his lips upon the sight. Having this much power over Sugimoto, this level of control, was one of the most exciting things about this all for Ogata. How, even when he was already so close to what he had begged for, he was still waiting as still as he could, waiting for Ogata to allow him to. It was the best feeling in the world, and only Sugimoto could make him feel like that.
“Open your mouth.”
Sugimoto would rather choke on his dick and die before admitting just how much it turned him on to hear Ogata command him like that. But god, did it turn him on. He opened his mouth, keeping eye contact. Ogata let out a sigh as he tugged on Sugimoto’s hair, the tip of his dick now resting against his tongue. Sugimoto felt all of his blood immediately rushing to his pants. Finally. He dragged his tongue, tasting Ogata as much as he could, still being kept in place by his hand. Ogata felt a shiver just from the look in his eyes. Sugimoto was… so intense. Everything about him was intense, driving Ogata insane. Maybe if he wasn’t dying to feel his mouth he would have pulled his hair back, forced him to wait for it, but the touch of his tongue felt so damn good he couldn’t keep dragging it on much longer. His grip tightened, and he slowly pushed inside, feeling Sugimoto closing his mouth around him. A sigh escaped his mouth. Fuck, it felt amazing.
Sugimoto’s hands were resting on his legs, fighting every urge to jerk himself off while Ogata fucked his mouth. Focusing on finally feeling his mouth full, tasting him all the way. Ogata was only slow at the start, purposefully driving Sugimoto crazy with all the teasing, getting him impossibly hard just from that. But as soon as Sugimoto felt him all the way inside, the hand on his hair started pulling, and he let himself get his mouth fucked. He closed his eyes, focusing on not putting any unconscious resistance, wanting Ogata to be as rough as he wanted. It was incredible, getting to hear Ogata finally moaning as he thrust faster, harder inside him, reaching his throat. Sugimoto opened his eyes, wanting to see Ogata’s expression, a few strands of his hair now falling to his face, the way his free hand was holding onto the desk next to him, to keep the chair from moving. All the while keeping the upper part of his suit properly on. God, Sugimoto had such a thing for that. He felt his own clothes too much of a weight right now, his pants straining his dick, and yet Ogata could keep all that on even as he fucked his throat.
Then, he was met with Ogata’s gaze. His eyes stopped momentarily on Sugimoto’s mouth, where his lips closed around his cock, and then they looked back at him. Sugimoto moaned, the sound muffled, and it sent a shiver down Ogata’s spine.
“Fuck, Sugimoto, you feel so good…”
Yes, Sugimoto thought, there it was. Ogata losing control, Ogata whispering praise between moans. He wanted more of that. God, he needed more of Ogata. He started moving, following the pace Ogata had set on his own, sucking him. Ogata’s grip loosened, closing his eyes as Sugimoto took him deep.
“Damn, Sugimoto… Yes, fuck.”
It was priceless. Seeing him lose it, seeing him need him this badly. Ogata would never let anyone else see him like this, and that was the best feeling for Sugimoto. He had his own control over Ogata, even if the other man would never recognize that. No one could undo Ogata like he could.
“Ah, I’m gonna…”
Yes. God, yes. Come for me. Sugimoto didn’t slow down, feeling his cock hitting the back of his throat over and over. Wanting to make him come. But then he felt Ogata’s hand closing around his hair tightly again, pulling him back. Sugimoto let out a whine, eyes narrowed and catching his breath, while Ogata quickly moved his free hand to jerk himself off, close to Sugimoto’s mouth. Oh, so that’s what he wants. Sugimoto smirked, still breathing heavily. He’d happily take that; he just wanted Ogata to wreck him. And getting a facial at their office was actually really hot. Ogata’s moans became shorter, his hips jerking forward as he came hard all over Sugimoto’s face, hand on his hair keeping him in place, even though Sugimoto wouldn’t ever think of moving from there.
Ogata tried to catch his breath, falling against the chair, and slowly opened his eyes to see what a mess he had done on Sugimoto. A few drops were falling down his chin, soon reaching his shirt. Fuck, that’s one stain to clean. Sugimoto didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, poking out his tongue to lick some of it that had fallen to his lips. He was so damn hot. Ogata’s hand reached to run his thumb along his lips, and Sugimoto smirked against it.
“So, was that worth your time?” He said, clearly back to his composure.
Ogata held back a sigh. He wanted to take in the moment of intimacy a bit longer, but Sugimoto’s words reminded him of where they were.
“It felt good. But you do realize you’re the only one that hasn’t got any work done today. And I’m not taking care of you until you fix that. Now get yourself cleaned and ready to leave. You’ll finish your report over the weekend.”
Sugimoto’s mouth dropped as he watched Ogata immediately getting up, quickly fixing his clothes and getting his belt back on. His dick still hard as fuck in his pants.
“Wait. Wait, wait, not even jerking me off?” He got up, barely noticing how much his knees hurt now.
Ogata was facing the computer, now focused on saving the document he had been working on. Like he hadn’t just been blown now. The bastard spared a moment to throw a smirk at Sugimoto.
“Have I made myself clear, Saichi?”