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“Do you ever just want to slip away?”
TMon looked up from his spot on the couch in surprise. His boss Jambee sat in the red velvet arm chair across from him. Jambee looked exhausted, taking a long drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side.
“Are you alright Jambee?” TMon asked carefully. Jambee blinked and then chuckled lightly.
“I dunno T. Maybe? I don’t mean ‘slip away’ in a…in a dark way. More in like a ‘give up control’ kind of way. Sometimes being the boss sucks ass.”
TMon nodded slowly, chewing on the answer.
“I’ve always liked being in control,” TMon said, “Never been one to let a person take over for me.”
“Ah,” Jambee said. He took another drag, and then looked TMon in the eye. “So you like controlling people? You like…taking over?”
TMon shrugged. “I guess,” he said. “It’s been a while since I’ve actually dominated anyone though.”
“Do you ever miss it?” Jambee asked, looking away. TMon frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you miss doing that shit? Do you ever want to…you know. Do it again?” Jambee asked, his cheeks dusted pink. He was staring at a spot on the ceiling as though it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen in his life, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.
“With the right person, sure,” TMon said, and narrowed eyes. “Jambee, where is this going?”
“Nowhere!” Jambee said roughly, but his face was the color of a stop sign. “It…I…you know what? Forget it.”
TMon considered his boss for a moment, head tilted to the side. This wasn’t the first time Jambee had said something that insinuated he wanted TMon in his bed. And TMon didn’t mind it, not really. It was flattering having the most dangerous Cherub in St. Valens giggling like a school girl around him. And Jambee was very handsome. He was a lady killer for sure, big barrel chest and grin that could only be described as sexy.
But sex and dating…it just didn’t really do it for TMon. So he ignored all of Jambee’s passes, casually side stepping them and playing innocent. This though, this was different. Jambee wasn’t necessarily asking for sex. He wanted to be dominated. And for some reason, TMon was feeling a bit hot under the collar at the idea of this big tough cherub coming absolutely undone underneath him. Begging and pleading, tears in the corners of his eyes and—
Well alright then. TMon hadn’t felt like this in a long time. And if Jambee really did want it, what was the harm in taking him up on it?
“No, I don’t think I will,” TMon said, standing up, and brushing his pants off. “Forget about it, that is,” he clarified. TMon crossed the floor and stood in front of Jambee, who looked at him with a mixture of fear and excitement in his big brown eyes. TMon put his hands on either arm of the chair and leaned forward.
“Hey ocean eyes,” Jambee said, softly. “Never noticed how blue they were before.”
TMon chuckled, and gave him a gentle smile.
“I’d compliment you too, but I don’t think that’s what you want from me right now,” he said in a tone that was much deeper and richer than usual. Jambee gulped, and an undignified squeak was pulled from his throat as TMon touched his thigh.
“This okay?” TMon asked Jambee, blue eyes meeting brown. Jambee’s eyes flicked down to TMon’s hand and then back up again.
“Y-yeah,” Jambee breathed. “It’s way more than okay. Never thought you’d want to do this.”
“Before we start, let’s go over the rules,” TMon said, and Jambee looked confused.
“Rules?”
TMon tried not to sigh. Jambee must be a newbie.
“I’m not going to dominate you without a set of rules. I’m comfortable doing most things, but what about you?”
“No kissing,” Jambee said almost immediately. “Or touching my face. Or going near it.”
TMon made an effort not to look at the large bandages that completely covered the left side of his boss’s face. This was a simple request and made a lot of sense.
“Got it. Anything else?”
“I don’t think so,” Jambee said.
“Right. Well, we’ll use the stop light system to check in. Green means ‘don’t stop, keep going,’ yellow means ‘I’m okay with this but might need to stop soon,’ and red means ‘stop everything right away immediately, this is not okay.’”
“Wow, you really know your stuff,” Jambee said in awe. TMon snorted.
“I guess,” he said. “That was some pretty standard stuff. Even vanilla people usually know it. But yeah, I’ve been into kink for a while, even when I was at Cupid Co.”
Jambee looked like he was about to say something, but whatever it was turned into a soft moan as TMon ghosted his fingers up Jambee’s inner thigh.
“Fuck…” Jambee said softly, eyes fluttering shut. He was sporting a slight chub, and TMon smiled. His boss was getting hard just from a few gentle touches? Hmm. TMon usually wasn’t interested in sex but in this case…well, it might be fun to see how many times he could make this cherub cum.
“You know, we’re in the break room right now,” TMon said casually, continuing to stroke Jambee’s thighs. “Your gorgeous legs seem to be pretty sensitive, you’re getting kind of loud. People are still here you know. You think there’s a chance someone could walk by and hear you?”
“You’re right, we should go somewhere else,” Jambee said, and made to stand up. TMon roughly pushed him back down, a dangerous glint in his eye.
“Oh no, we’re staying right here, Mr. Big Shot. You’re always talking about how a little risk isn’t so bad, a little danger is fine. What happened to that?”
“I…but…what if someone walks in on—oh T…” Jambee moaned out. TMon was gently fondling Jambee’s growing hard on, and gently squeezed.
“Ooo that’d be interesting,” TMon said casually. “Seeing their boss being touched by his second in command. The little guy that everyone thinks is an innocent little baby, making the tough and scary mob boss moan like a fuckin’ porn star. What would they think of you?”
“I’unno,” Jambee said, words slurring as TMon’s hand began to fly along his clothed cock. “Lemme get out of my pants…”
“Absolutely not,” TMon growled. “You’re gonna cum for me Mr. Valentine. You’re gonna cum in your expensive pants. The ones that you have to take to be dry cleaned. I wonder what Mr. Lucinson will think about your cum stained crotch?”
“T…I…no…”
TMon stopped and Jambee whined at the loss of touch.
“Light?” TMon said.
“Green,” Jambee panted. “I…yeah. Green.”
TMon grinned. “Well let’s hurry this up,” he said, and climbed into Jambee’s lap. His boss’s hands went to his hips, and TMon swatted them away.
“You will not touch me,” he said. “And if I choose to take my clothes off, you will close your eyes. You don’t get to touch, don’t get to see. You have to earn that. You haven’t earned that yet.”
“How do I earn that?” Jambee said desperately.
“Hmmm…” TMon said, and slowly began to rock his hips against Jambee’s clothed cock. “If you can keep quiet when you cum, then you can touch. But you only can look if you can get me hard…without touching me.”
“How do I do that?” Jambee asked before letting out a loud moan. TMon was hitting him in all the right spots as he rocked faster, arms thrown around Jambee’s shoulders.
“You’ve got words, you’ve got your own body. Make me want you, make yourself so irresistible that I won’t be able to control myself from fucking you,” he whispered, leaning in close.
“Oh god…” Jambee said, eyes rolling back slightly.
“Let go Jambee,” TMon whispered. “Come on, cum for me. I know you can do it.”
“But…my pants…”
“I don’t give a shit,” TMon snapped. “You’re gonna cum, and then I’m gonna fuck you, bend you over the table. Make you cum again, all over that paperwork you didn’t put away. I told you to put it away and you didn’t. This is important, confidential paperwork that you just left out! So your cum is gonna get all over it when I make you cum again.”
Before TMon could do anything, Jambee stuffed his knuckles into his mouth as he came, preventing himself from making a noise. TMon frowned at him.
“I suppose you technically didn’t make any noise,” he said, slowing his hip movements.
“Do…do I get to…to touch you?” Jambee panted.
“Fine,” TMon huffed. “Wish I had tied your hands first.”
“Maybe next time,” Jambee said.
“Oh that’s cocky of you to think there will be a next time,” TMon said. Jambee flashed him a winning smile, eyelids hooded as he looked TMon up and down.
“Oh there will be. Maybe I’ll get to show you a good time when we do it again.”
“Doubt it,” TMon said haughtily.
“Oh don’t be like that,” Jambee purred. “You know that you want me holding your legs open as I pound into you.”
TMon worked hard to keep a straight face, hoping to God that his cheeks weren’t flushing blue. In this moment, that did sound good. But he couldn’t let his boss know that, couldn’t inflate his ego anymore than it already was. He was about to send a snarky comment Jambee’s way, but was shocked into silence as Jambee thrusted up and grabbed his ass.
“Ooo you’re soft,” Jambee said, squeezing his ass appreciatively. “Did you get ass mods?”
“That’s none of your business,” TMon snapped, and Jambee chuckled. He moved a hand to TMon’s chest and stroked the length of his body until he hit TMon’s cock.
“That says all I need to know. And look at this here,” he said, grinning at TMon’s straining bulge.
“Too bad you won’t get to look at it,” TMon said. “The deal was you get me hard without touching me. You failed.”
Jambee’s eyes went wide. “Fuck I forgot!”
“Too bad, those were the rules,” TMon said, and stood up. “But you need to fix this problem you’ve caused,” TMon said, acid dripping from each syllable. “Get over to the table. Now.”
“Problem?” Jambee said. “I don’t think it’s a problem.”
“You have three seconds to get to your desk,” TMon snarled.
“Or what?” Jambee said with a wicked grin.
TMon counted to three in his head, and then moved forward swiftly.
“This,” he said, and grabbed Jambee’s shirt, yanking him from the chair and pulling him down onto the floor. Before Jambee could try and get up, TMon stepped on Jambee’s back, putting a good deal of weight onto his leg.
“You want to make the calls? Then this ends right now. I’ll leave you here, door open. Maybe I’ll shout out that there’s free food in here, and people will swarm. But they’ll just find you, stained with cum and lying on the floor. Is that what you want?”
“No,” Jambee whimpered.
“You’re my hole to fuck right now,” TMon said. “Say it. Say that you’re my hole to fuck.”
“What? No!” Jambee said, shocked. TMon put more weight onto the foot holding Jambee down, and the larger cherub winced.
“Say it, or I leave right now and call everyone in.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Is that a risk you really want to take?” TMon said darkly. There was a short pause, and then Jambee muttered something.
“What was that?” TMon asked.
“I’myourholetofuck,” Jambee said in one muffled breath.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” TMon said.
“I’m your…your…” Jambee said, as though this was the hardest thing he’d ever had to say. Maybe it was.
“My what?” TMon said sweetly.
“I’m your hole to fuck!” Jambee finally said, eyes squeezed shut.
“That’s right,” TMon said softly. “Now, are you going to behave?”
“Yes,” Jambee said, “I’ll behave! I promise.”
TMon lifted his foot and helped Jambee to his feet. “Move that chair and bend over the table. Dick on your papers.”
Jambee looked like he was going to protest, but the words died in his throat at a sharp look from the smaller cherub. TMon walked behind him as Jambee his pants down, getting into the position TMon had asked of him.
“Oh look at you,” TMon said, rubbing Jambee’s ass. “Looks like you have mods of your own,” he said, rubbing the plus ass before him. He kicked Jambee’s legs apart.
“Spread ‘em,” he said. He slowly unzipped his own pants, freeing his own aching hard on. He slapped Jambee’s ass with it before teasing his head against his boss’s entrance.
“You want it?” TMon asked softly.
“Mmhmm,” Jambee mumbled. “Want it. Want you.”
TMon tried to ignore the implications of that last sentence, and gently pushed his cock head into Jambee. The beauty of cherub body mods was that there was typically no prep needed.
“This good?” TMon asked, not even halfway in as he began to thrust shallowly.
“Want more,” Jambee said. “Need it…”
“Do you really?” TMon asked, slowing his thrusts ever so slightly.
“Come on T! TMon, PLEASE!” Jambee practically shouted out, not a care in the world for who might be nearby.
“Well since you asked so nicely…” TMon said with a dark chuckle. He thrusted in to the hilt hard and fast, causing Jambee to yelp out. Placing a hand on the small of Jambee’s back, he began to slam into him.
“Look at you,” TMon said. “Your legs are shaking. You love this, don’t you? I bet you want someone to come in. You want someone to walk in and see how good I’m fucking you. How good I’m making you feel. Don’t you?”
Jambee whimpered, and TMon slapped his ass hard.
“I said, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Jambee cried out. “Want…want everyone to know how good you make me feel!”
It only took a minute before Jambee came again, his warm pink cum splattering all over his desk and important papers. TMon followed soon after, filling Jambee to the brim. He pulled out quickly, and slipped his softening cock away before Jambee could turn around and see him without permission.
“Th-thanks T,” Jambee said after he put his pants back on. “That was…I needed that.”
“Glad you liked it,” TMon said. “You probably need some rest. Do you need company?”
Jambee raised a brow. “You wanna cuddle?”
“If you want,” TMon said. “I need a moment to relax too.”
“Sounds great,” Jambee said. “Lemme clean up first.”
“Mmm, okay.” TMon said, leaning against the couch, watching Jambee bustle around. He vaguely realized that things were about to get complicated. But somehow…it didn’t really matter.