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Their conversation hadn’t gone the way he’d hoped it would. But then, what could he expect.
The more he listened to Sasaki’s half-hearted excuses, the angrier he got. When he finally snapped and pushed Sasaki’s shoulders after a particularly idiotic sentence left his mouth, he expected shock. What he got was a stern, cold stare. Not even outrage. Not even anger. And that pissed him off even more.
So he pushed him again. Harder. He moved forward as he did it, expecting Sasaki to stumble or at least step backwards from the force. But he didn’t. His shoulders barely moved and he shrugged it off with that same infuriating look on his face, which Urie was now very close to.
A brief moment of silence transpired in which Urie committed every stupid detail of Sasaki’s stupid fucking face to memory so he could think about how much he hated him later when he needed motivation. He was glad to see that Sasaki was a bit flushed now, presumably from anger. That pleased Urie, at least. His eyes swiftly raked over his features: his fluffy ~elegantly disheveled~ hair, his big dopey eyes, his meticulously neat shirt and tie, and back to his slightly frowning, stupidly pretty mouth. Which he immediately decided he didn’t want to think about anymore.
So he brought his hands up between them and pushed him again. This time, Sasaki took a step back, hitting the desk behind him. He leaned back and rested a hand on it. But it was too deliberate to be satisfying, like he'd moved of his own accord and not because he’d stumbled there and caught himself. But at least in this position Urie was looking down at him, which felt pleasantly appropriate, and the look on Sasaki's face was now decidedly frustrated. Urie allowed himself a tiny, vicious congratulations and let out a laugh that was more of a condescending “hmf” than anything else.
Sasaki actually rolled his eyes (the prick) and leaned back more comfortably on the desk.
“What do you want me to say?” he said evenly.
And the whole thing was so indescribably irritating that Urie closed the space between them to fucking push him again. He knew there wasn’t really anywhere for Sasaki to fall or stumble at that point, but it didn’t matter. He wanted a fight. He wanted to incite some kind of escalation that would justify violent damage to everything in his vicinity.
But of course Sasaki’s reflexes were obnoxiously good, and he caught Urie’s wrists as his hands made contact with his chest, eyes flashing a warning.
“I can’t tell you what you want to hear, Urie.”
And Urie felt so desperately robbed of reaction that some barrier in his brain just fucking snapped. He leaned in, reaching forward to grip Sasaki's jaw.
“Then shut the fuck up.”
There was a tiny moment where Sasaki's eyes widened before their lips met. There was nothing timid about it. There was no delicate build up before one of them opened their mouths to deepen the kiss. It didn’t escalate until they were biting each other’s lips and breathing heavily; It was frantic and messy and rough the second they made contact.
Sasaki’s hands fisted themselves in Urie’s collar as the latter set to work unfastening every button his fingers came into contact with. Picking up on the the new objective, Sasaki quickly began removing his tie and shrugged out of his dress shirt while Urie made light work of his own.
As they unbuttoned each other’s pants Sasaki nipped and sucked roughly at an earlobe and palmed Urie through his underwear. He groaned at the unexpected touch before he could stop himself. (Annoying.) Not to be outdone, he quickly stripped Sasaki of his pants and sank to his knees.Looking up at his idiotic superior, he leaned in and licked along the underside of his dick, holding it in his hand and tipping it forward so he could take the head into his mouth.
Sasaki looked down with wide eyes, hands gripping the edge of the desk behind him like he was afraid to reach out and touch. With the frantic energy paused for a moment, a conflicted, almost panicked look passed his face. And that was great. Urie wanted to see him squirm. He brushed his thumb roughly over the slit almost too hard, so that it almost hurt, then licked the spot he just mildly abused. Sasaki’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the desk harder. A muffled curse spilled from his mouth.
Urie couldn’t help but smirk a little (which was rare) as he huffed out a proud little noise. It should’ve sounded more condescending, but his voice was all fucked up. It didn’t really matter. Sasaki had been trying so hard to be stern and professional just moments before, and now he was reduced to a panting mess, leaning against his desk with a subordinate sucking his cock. How unbecoming.
“Do you like this?” Urie asked, voice low and quiet. He looked up and licked a slow, wet line up from the base of Sasaki’s cock to the head. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
He swirled his tongue around the head before taking as much of Sasaki’s dick into his mouth as he could.
Sasaki's eyes fluttered shut. He let out a strangled noise, hips twitching. “Fuck.”
And then he did reach out to touch Urie, but the latter caught his hand midway and held it back down on the desk.
“That’s enough,” Sasaki said. His voice shook. It didn’t sound very authoritative at all.
Urie continued, pressing his tongue against the underside every time he pulled back. He enjoyed watching Sasaki try (and fail) to maintain his composure.
“That's enough,” he tried again, clearly attempting to speak more evenly.
“Am I gonna make you come?” Urie asked simply. He could tell Sasaki was concentrating. His brows furrowed together as he panted. Urie squeezed the base of his cock as he continued teasing him, but he knew it wasn’t enough to actually prevent an orgasm. Sasaki's hips trembled as he tried not to thrust forward. Urie still held his hand down on the desk. It clenched and unclenched under his palm.
As amusing as that was, he actually didn’t want Sasaki coming yet. After one last messy lick, he got back to his feet and pushed him one more time so that he was lying on the desk. He swept whatever was in his way onto the floor and straddled him, appreciating that Sasaki would have to pick up all the papers later.
Very suddenly, a thought struck his mind.
“Lube. Do you have lube?”
“Shit. No, I-”
Of course he fucking didn’t. There was no way he was not getting laid after all that, and there was absolutely no way he was putting clothes back on to get some out of his room. And a part of him supposed maybe this was kindof low and absolutely filthy, but-
“Fuck it.”
He bit into the side of his wrist hard enough so that the blood flowed freely from the wound. Sasaki looked horrified as his fingers were coated in Urie’s blood, some of it dripping onto his chest and stomach.
“Urie!”
“Shut up,” Urie said, pressing Sasaki’s fingers against his entrance, “just do it.”
He was glad he didn’t have to say anything else. As displeased as Sasaki seemed to be about his underling hurting himself, he seemed to realize that there was nothing he could do about it now.
Urie was also glad that he didn’t have to instruct the moron on what to do. Well. He was glad and also a little irritated that Sasaki was so good at it. He rubbed careful circles around his entrance before pressing a finger in slowly. Each time he eased out, he’d sink back in deeper.
Not wanting Sasaki to see his face, he leaned forward and rested his head on the desk. As good as it felt, he was determined not to give the bastard any validation. He bit back any embarrassing noises that threatened to come out of his mouth.
“God damnit, Sasaki, I’m not going to break. Hurry up.”
With a cutesy little laugh that didn’t fit the mood at all, Sasaki did as he was told and slid another finger into him, pressing as deeply as he could. He pumped in and out a few times before curling his fingers and hitting something that made Urie shudder involuntarily. His breath caught and he growled out “fuck,” threading his fingers into Sasaki’s hair and pulling.
Sasaki made a pleased noise and continued thrusting his fingers so that he continuously hit the spot that made Urie tremble. He dragged his fingers out and tilted his head to speak softly into Urie’s ear.
“You know,” he said sliding his fingers back in slowly, “I’m still responsible for you as my underling,” he paused briefly to lick the shell of his ear, “I have to take care of you.”
As he said that, his fingers found Urie’s prostate once again and pressed into it so that Urie audibly choked on the groan in his throat. He yanked Sasaki’s hair roughly, his dick twitching and leaking against his stomach.
“Stop fucking talking,” Urie groaned as he sat up. He looked down at Sasaki. He was still gripping his hair so that his head was forced back and neck arched. Urie had to admit that it looked pretty damn hot. With an “ugh,” he released his grip and pulled Sasaki’s hand away from him.
“That’s enough.”
The wound on his wrist had begun to heal, so he bit back into it to make it bleed again. It stung more this time, and he hissed slightly as the blood dripped from the wound onto his lips. Coating his other hand, he reached down and stroked Sasaki.
Meanwhile, Sasaki looked hungrily between the blood on Urie’s mouth and on his fingers, panting softly.
“Go ahead,” Urie said stroking him slowly, “Put them in your mouth, ghoul.”
And he did. Not breaking eye contact, Sasaki licked the blood off his fingers slowly, one at a time. Despite a nagging sense of shame, Urie was slightly entranced watching him. One of his irises had turned red and he was breathing heavily, fingers shaking slightly like he was trying to control himself.
Ugh. It was fucking disgusting. With a muffled curse, Urie lined himself up and sank down onto Sasaki’s cock without warning.
Surprised, Sasaki inhaled sharply and squeezed his eyes shut, reflexively grabbing Urie’s arm with the hand he’d been licking. It did hurt a bit, but Urie liked catching him off guard. Instead of giving Sasaki time to collect himself, he immediately started riding him, harshly grinding his hips forward and back.
Sasaki tilted his head to the side and breathed out pretty uninhibited moans, eyes still shut tightly. After being toyed with earlier, he was probably trying to distract himself from the sudden tightness around him. Fuck. Why was he so god damn pretty. It was irritating.
Not wanting to look at him anymore, Urie grabbed Sasaki's wrists with probably more force than necessary and slammed them down on the desk, holding them on either side of his head.
“Don’t fucking come yet,” Urie growled before harshly pressing his lips against Sasaki’s.
There was nothing affectionate about it. It was messy and too hard and they both had to part for air sooner than Urie would have liked. Despite that nagging sense of shame, he dragged his fingers over the spots on Sasaki’s chest and stomach where the blood that had dripped on him was still wet. Then he brought them up to Sasaki’s lips. He opened his mouth tentatively, looking at Urie as if he was asking permission.
“Do it,” Urie said gruffly, pushing his fingers against Sasaki’s tongue.
Sasaki didn’t have to be told twice. He closed his lips around Urie’s fingers and sucked, swirling his tongue around the tips where there was the most blood. Urie felt the vibrations as he hummed appreciatively around the digits. It was disgusting but god damnit…
He scowled. Deciding this was Sasaki’s fault, he took it out on him by shoving his fingers in deeper. Sasaki didn’t gag, but Urie felt his tongue kindof twitch. He breathed out harshly through his nose as tiny tears sneaked out from the corners of his eyes and ran down his temples.
As Urie slid his fingers out, Sasaki continued to suck on them. He bit down hard on his fingertips as they left his mouth. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, just hard enough that-
“Fuck,” Urie blurted out, dick twitching at the sudden flash of pain. It sounded too much like a moan. And he felt his face contort in pleasure. Embarrassing. Fucking embarrassing.
This was taking too long. He hid his face in the crook of Sasaki’s neck and grinded down on him harder, breath catching every time he hit that sensitive spot inside. Wanting to elicit the same stupid noises out of Sasaki--who didn’t seem to hold them back in the first place--he bit down on his shoulder and roughly brushed his thumb over a nipple. He listened to the pretty, shaky noises he made as he massaged the bitten area with his tongue.
Urie couldn’t stop the groan that escaped when Sasaki reached down and stroked him. Every breath Sasaki took ended with a sweet little whine.
“Urie. I- ahn I’m gonna- hahh - I’m gonna come.”
“Fucking come then.”
Urie replaced Sasaki’s hand on his cock with his own, sensing that Sasaki would soon be too distracted to keep up. Sure enough, just then Sasaki’s hips jerked as he let out a shuddering moan. Urie felt his cock throb as he was filled with heat. Fuck, did it feel good.
After a few seconds, Urie’s movements became erratic until he went still, hand tugging at Sasaki’s hair and teeth biting into his shoulder again as he came on their chests; his vision whited out.
When he caught his breath, he sat up. His vision came back into focus as he stared at his mentor somewhat deliriously. With his breath still ragged, Sasaki wiped the come off his chest and licked it off his fingers with an infuriating smirk.
The smug bastard.
“Fuck you, Sasaki,” he growled weakly, angrily grabbing a tissue from the box on the desk (which was one of the few items that hadn’t been pushed to the floor). He lifted himself off his superior’s lap, feeling extremely irritated as he heard him begin to actually chuckle.
He wiped the blood and come off himself and slammed the disgusting tissue onto Sasaki’s desk, intentionally making a mess. That only seemed to amuse Sasaki more.
“Aww hahahaha.”
Urie growled, pulling on his clothes quickly so he could leave the room before he committed homicide. He silently prayed that at least one of Sasaki's important documents had been sullied by a rogue drop of semen.
Throwing a final “fuck you” over his shoulder, Urie slammed the door shut. He then spent the remainder of the evening fuming over the muffled words he’d heard through the door, which sounded a lot like “thank you for the snack.”