[akame] To get up the social ladder, sometimes you have to get down on your knees
Title: To get up the social ladder, sometimes you have to get down on your knees
Author: amairo_parasol
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, basically it's porn
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own either of them.
Summary: Kame is fresh out of university and is new on the job. He has caught the interest of Jin, a department head, who is willing to give him a few promotions in exchange for a few... favors. It's pretty much office!porn. (4,107 words)
Warning?: Excessive porn... and minimal plot. xD
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“Oi. Part-timer! My coffee’s cold, refill it for me.”
Akanishi Jin eye’s trail after the newest “gofer” in the company--Kamenashi Kazuya, 22, newly graduated--noting how his jaw clenches at the order, to the stiff bow before he walks out the door to do as ordered.
Jin approaches his boss’s desk, setting down two piles of papers.
“Here is yesterday’s report of the meeting, and those are the documents that still need to be stamped for approval,” Jin explains. His boss browses through the paperwork, voicing aloud some things, but Jin’s mind is already elsewhere.
As the head of the communications department, specifically the one that deals with their foreign clients, Jin is often up to date with the latest news in the company. The latest deals, newest employees, the under-the-table deals; he has his people, and his ways of getting this information.
And Jin has had his eye on Kamenashi Kazuya for some time. He had been intrigued when the information had trickled to him by word of mouth.
“Did you hear? About the new kid?”
“Yeah, graduated top of his class and everything at a top university, so I hear.”
“He’s just a gofer now.” A scathing laugh. “This isn’t school anymore, this is the real world.”
The first time he had seen Kame, the young boy had been putting away rolled up presentation materials into cabinets. Kame mumbled to himself under his breath, roughly shoving the papers and items in. But Jin’s main focus had been on the clean gray suit, and how it subtly followed his slim form. Kame’s back had been to Jin, his long limbs stretched out, long neck arched, light brown hair running down it in semi-long waves.
Jin had easily seen the way Kame’s lips fold into a thin line whenever he is called upon to make photocopies, deliver folders somewhere, file, or take care of some menial task.
Jin sees this as the perfect opportunity and asks to see him in person in his office two days later.
--
Jin lets a slow, indulgent smile slip over his lips. “Please, sit down.”
The young man who had been hesitating by the door nods his head, then quietly walks into the room, sitting in one of the two chairs in front of Akanishi’s desk.
“Well,” Jin begins in a warm, friendly voice, pacing around his desk until he is standing next to Kame, “I believe this is the first time we’ve actually met, now isn’t it?”
Kame flicks his eyes up at Jin, then back down.
“Y-Yes sir.”
Jin rests his hand on the back of the leather chair, behind Kame’s head.
“Tell me, are you happy with your work?”
“Y-Yes, of course I am... sir,” But there is enough of a pause that Kame’s doubt is obvious to Jin.
“Because if not, I can change that for you.”
The silence is long enough for Jin to seize the opportunity. He strolls around behind the chair, letting his fingertips trail over the back arch of it.
“I’ve heard all about you, you know. What university you graduated from. That you were top of your class. The many letters of recommendation that you got to get into our company. And yet here you are, just another gopher.”
Kame’s hands clench into fists, from where they are perched on the armrests. This does not escape Jin, who smirks.
“Kamenashi-kun, or as everyone else here so dearly calls you, Kame-chan, do you know the fastest way to get a promotion?”
Jin is now in front of him again, leaning back against his desk. He expects the schoolbook, naive answer from Kame, like, “working hard” or “doing your very best”.
But Kame lifts his head, looking Jin straight in the eye.
“I don’t know sir, what is it?” Kame replies to Jin, wanting to know the answer.
Jin straightens up, standing to his full height.
“In order to get up the social ladder, sometimes you have to get down on your knees.”
“I have to get down on my knees and beg for it?” Kame frowns, trying to decipher Jin’s words.
Jin chuckles, “Well, if you prefer doing it on your knees, that’s fine by me too.”
Kame’s brows furrow more at this, confused, but he is unable to ask anything more, for Jin is standing all too close, his waist before him at eye-level.
All Jin has to do is pull down his zipper and Kame’s eyes widen in realization.
Kame stares at the front of Jin’s pants before his face. Jin had dropped his hands to his sides, letting the offer linger in the air between them. Kame feels his body tingle with disgust, but more than anything, he feels the heat of a blush darken his face.
“But this is... this is...”
“What? Unfair? A sexual favor?”
Kame backs up into the chair, pressing his back into it to get his face as far away from Jin’s crotch as he can. He glowers up at the man above him.
“Th-this is illegal. I-I’ll report this--”
Jin’s scoff interrupts him. He lifts Kame’s chin with one hand, caressing the sharp jaw line.
“You’ll report me for sexual harassment? And then what? Who will believe you? Who will take a gopher’s word against mine? This company owes me a lot. And you? You’ve done nothing. They can throw you out of here in a second.”
“But I can change that, Kame-chan. I can get you from nothing to something here.” Jin continues to stroke Kame’s face, fingertips caressing his high cheekbones. When Jin thumbs his lips, Kame feels his resolve break.
And Kame surprises himself and even Jin when he suddenly leans forward, pressing his mouth to Jin’s cloth covered crotch.
Kame tells himself he can do this. He can do this. This is nothing he tells himself. He thinks about the money he owes and the debt he has accrued while he was in university. He thinks about his mother and everything she had given up to send him off to study. He thinks about his brothers who support him and look up to him. This is nothing.
Undoing the clasp of Jin’s slacks, Kame hooks his fingers into Jin’s front belt loops and pulls the silky material down. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Kame mouths Jin through his underwear. He flutters his eyes closed, feeling out the length growing hard against the cloth, making out its shape by wrapping his lips around it and moving north.
Kame tongues the tip of Jin’s cock, and Jin can no longer take the cotton barrier between them. Kame curls his fingers into Jin’s briefs, leading them down with Jin’s help.
When Jin’s length appears before him, Kame’s breath hitches. He glances aside, glad to see that the blinds in Jin’s office are all entirely drawn. He shyly leans forward and licks a light trail from bottom to tip, before settling back again.
Quickly, Kame squeezes his eyes shut, hoping that by not looking any longer, he won’t hesitate. His reluctance makes Jin cup his chin and slide himself into his mouth. As the entire solid shaft fills his mouth, a shaky whimper escapes him. Carefully, Kame withdraws and, squaring his shoulders, takes Jin in and soon begins moving his head.
Above him, Jin groans while he stares down at the flushed young man below him, fully clothed, legs and arms splayed out under him. His cock disappears past those taut lips that tighten as they come down on him. It’s hot, it’s wet, and it looks and feels amazing.
Soon enough, Jin is moving his hips forward to meet Kame’s mouth. “Faster, faster,” Jin demands, and a particularly hard thrust, one that is out of his control, forces his member against Kame’s throat. Freezing under him, Kame’s eyes open for the first time since they started. He directs such a furious glare up at him, and it oddly enough sends more heat rushing through Jin’s body.
“Who... who told you that you could stop?”
Roughly grabbing a fistful of Kame’s hair, Jin forcefully moves Kame’s head along his length, urging him on faster and faster, shoving his erection into Kame’s mouth harder and harder. It’s all tongue and heat that Jin can concentrate on, the accidental scraping of teeth on his cock’s head making him more furious and more desperate for release.
Kame can barely handle it, groaning around Jin, unwittingly sending luscious vibrations along him.
But Jin only tangles his other hand into Kame’s hair, forcing him to take more in, highly enjoying the sensation whenever he hits the back of the younger man’s throat.
Seconds later, Jin is throwing his head back, his hips thrusting forward, attaining his release. His cum shoots into Kame’s mouth, and his fingers finally loosen from the younger one’s sweat-dampened locks.
Limbs shaking, Kame nearly keels over with Jin no longer holding him up. He gasps greedily for air, uncaring as Jin’s cock escapes his mouth, causing sticky white fluid to escape from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
After that, Jin so nonchalantly leaves him there, uncaring at his vulnerable state while he pulls back on his clothes. Without another word, Jin leaves his office, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Kame is left there, his cheeks, throat, and his pride burning. Shock at the act he had just committed leaves him frozen there for some time.
A few days later, Kame notices he has been given a raise.
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A week later
When Kame comes to work the following Monday morning and finds someone else sitting at his desk, his face immediately pales. Someone surely must have found out about his little escapade with Jin and he had been fired. Kame’s hands are cold and clammy, barely able to hold onto his bag.
Finally, the manager of the part-timers notices him standing there.
“Ah, Kamenashi-kun. You’ve been transferred to a different department.”
“Wha-what?” Kame gasps, not realizing he had been holding his breath.
“Communications department, seventh floor.
...Akanishi’s department.
Kame clenches his jaw. Of course, he should have known that Akanishi would do this to him. Immediately, he gathers up what few of his belongings had settled themselves at that desk. The rest of the part-timers working sneak glances at him, but he ignores them.
Kame’s pent up angry continues to build up, from the elevator until he walks into Akanishi Jin’s office. He blows past the familiar glass doors and straight up to the cherry wood desk.
“What the hell do you want from me?” Kame hisses, his voice oddly low despite the roiling storm within him.
Jin takes in Kame’s white-knuckled fists, his wind-blown hair, and glowering eyes. All he gives Kame is his signature smirk, and the older man can practically see the anger ripple Kame’s shoulders.
“That’s no way to thank me,” Jin drawls.
“Thank... you? Why would I have to thank you?!” Kame almost yells. He slams his hands down atop Jin’s desk. The back of his mind tells him that this is way out of his line, with Akanishi is so much of a higher position than he is. But his anger is getting the better part of him.
Jin also stands and leans across his desk, so his face is level with Kame’s.
“I’ve placed you as an assistant for a project. Now if you’d prefer to fetch my coffee for me instead, I can arrange that too.”
Kame’s jaw drops. “B-But...wh--”
“Now.” Jin yanks Kame forward by his necktie. “Just how are you going to thank me for this?”
Kame abruptly scowls.
“No. Hell, no. I am not doing that again. You can’t--”
Jerking Kame by his necktie, even harder, that Kame is forced a bit up the desk, Jin blows a hot breath into the other’s hair.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to demand what you can or can’t do,” Jin growls into his ear. Then he bites down on Kame’s earlobe, making the younger man yelp in surprise.
The next thing Kame knows, Jin lips are on his own. Spluttering, Kame struggles to push Jin away, but Jin’s grip on his collar is too strong. Jin’s mouth is crushed over his own, moving so roughly that Kame feels his dry bottom lip break. He hisses at this and tears his face away, but then Jin is raining kisses down his neck, dipping his tongue below the neckline of his white shirt.
Meanwhile, Jin’s other hand has slipped under Kame’s shirt, sweeping over his stomach, grabbing his waistline. When he cups Kame between the leg, Kame yelps and jerks back harder than before, forcing them apart.
Stumbling backwards, Kame forces his shirt back down, gasping for breath. His face is entirely flushed, his hair rumpled and necktie loosened.
Jin gives him a lopsided grin. Straightening his black jacket, Jin clears his throat.
“Better fix yourself up for the planning meeting. We wouldn’t want you to be late for your first time on the job, now would we?” Jin says with mock concern.
Kame glares at him, but faces away from him to smooth down his clothes and pat his hair back into place.
The meeting takes place in one of those intimidating rooms, with the long table down the middle, and the city in full view from the floor to ceiling windows. The stares Kame receives from the other workers did not help to ease his nerves either. They are looks that ask what in the world is he doing here, but none of them voice this aloud, not when the head of their department is seated next to him.
So Kame keeps his head down the entire meeting, dutifully taking notes to be prepared for the next time he would be in one of these meetings. On occasion, he would sneak a glance at Jin, slightly awed that this man, who had minutes ago practically molested him behind closed doors, could be so professional.
It is a grueling one and a half hour of discussion, and Kame is so thankful that lunch is right after this. Once everyone else has left the room, Kame yawns loudly, stretching his arms above his head. His neck cracks from leaning over his notes for too long. Sighing, he slumps his upper half over the papers.
Some parts of the meeting, Kame would have to admit, were boring. Right now, he feels more sleepy than hungry. Maybe a short nap would be nice... He lifts his face form the cradle of his arms, only to stiffen at the proximity of Jin’s face.
Starting, Kame bolts up from his chair, nearly tripping over it in the process. Jin stands also, that familiar smile gracing his lips. Recognizing that, plus the tilt of his head and smoldering look, Kame shakes his head furiously. He backs up, but Jin follows him, taking a step forward with every one of his steps back.
At the hard press of glass against his back, Kame’s eyes widen. He jumps away from it, but Jin shoves him back against it.
A hand is planted to the left of Kame’s head, then its pair to the right. Jin’s face looms in and Kame gulps.
The first time he does it with Jin, the one word Kame would use to describe it is "dizzying". And it is not just because of Jin's measured thrusts and his slow, torturous touches, but also because of Kame’s slight fear of heights. And then there is the ever present fear of getting caught.
Because the first time they do it is in that meeting room, Kame fully up against the glass windows, with Jin standing behind him and keeping him there. Kame gasps and groans with every push and pull, every one of his ragged exhales leaving a moist spot of fog on the glass.
It had hurt, a lot, when Jin had thrust into him, and Kame could do nothing but scream at him and claw futilely at the smooth glass. But at a certain angle and Jin's hand closing around his semi-hardened member, Kame quickly finds his own pleasure. The feeling that he is floating in air, as he gets such a clear view of the city, only fuels his light-headedness.
What if someone walks in? Can the people in the building across see them? What about the people down below?
Kame lets out a stuttered moan, throwing his head back, feeling heat rush through him at these thoughts. He is afraid to look down; he does not want to feel that familiar coil in stomach from his fear of heights. His face practically feels like it is burning from blushing.
This... this should not be happening... but Jin feels so good inside of him. With only their pants down and their shirts and jackets still on, it has gotten extremely hot. Jin nips at his neck, before licking away a bead of sweat on Kame's nape. He pushes himself harder into Kame, feeling his release approaching. Their bodies slam up against the glass, the material thrumming in protest.
Kame's incoherent cries are becoming more desperate, and it makes Jin smirk and only go faster.
A gasp escapes Kame at a tingling sensation. His eyes fly open, and he inevitably looks down, his vision swaying at how high above they are. The dizzying sensation causes his body to seize up and then he is yelling, fingers streaking against the window. Seconds later, Jin sheaths himself in Kame's tightening heat, releasing inside him while Kame's own cum leaves milky white streams against the glass.
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Not too much time passed before it felt to people in the office that Kame seemed just like any old timer there. Maybe it is the fact that Kame could take on three projects at once (when majority of people take one, and the more hardworking ones, sometimes able to handle two). Maybe it is just that with all his hard work, he put in more time than the average person did in a month. In this way, his position had risen quite steadily. With work to throw himself into, Kame is a lot happier, preferring that to fetching things for people like a dog.
New recruits look up to him. Kame could be snappy sometimes, but his coworkers admire him for always getting the job done. Even their department head is fond of him, they realize, with how often Akanishi would call him into his office.
Kame always make sure to lock the door after him whenever Jin asks for him. These days, the blinds always seem drawn closed in Akanishi’s office.
“You look tired,” Jin comments from behind his desk.
“Yeah, and you don’t,” Kame quips back, striding over to him.
“You push yourself to do a lot more than you have to. Why?” Jin asks.
Kame shrugs. “I enjoy my work.”
“That’s good to hear,” Jin grins at him.
“Yes, thanks to you,” Kame replies, rolling his eyes, but his tone is humorous.
They chat for a bit, but they both know it is all small talk. Yet Kame wonders when did all of this start feeling comfortable? When did he start... not minding Jin’s requests to see him? Kame wonders when it changed to Jin just beckoning him closer with a curl of his finger, rather than Jin forcefully pushing him down on his desk. (Not that Jin did not get rough anymore, and Kame honestly did not mind)
Kame walks around so he is between the desk and Jin, hopping up to sit on it.
When did he stop minding Jin stripping him of his clothes, to the point where he would sometimes get impatient? One by one, the buttons of his white collared shirt come undone. Kame is quiet, watching Jin concentrate on his task. Kame shivers once the air conditioning hits his bare chest.
Jin is out of his chair now, nudging Kame with his shoulder. Kame lays back on the table, uncaring about papers that crinkle beneath his back. Jin makes a sweep with his arm, and Kame distantly hears the clatter of pens hitting the floor.
Reaching up, Kame locks his arms behind Jin’s head, urgently pulling him down for a kiss. They are not gentle about it, lips mashing together, biting, tongues struggling to dominate.
When Jin withdraws to take off his pants, Kame grabs his necktie, urging him back. Jin gives in after stepping out of his pants, indulging Kame with another kiss, but also takes the opportunity to undo the rest of Kame’s shirt and slip it off. He eases Kame’s hold on his tie to loosen it himself. Jin then lowers both hands on Kame, touching him through his pants until he is groaning for it. Kame’s pants and underwear flutter to the floor next, and Kame eagerly lets himself be sat up by Jin.
“Eh? Ah, no--” Kame protests too late, for Jin has bound his hands behind his back with his own necktie. The younger man snaps his head up to glare at Jin. But Jin does not notice the look, too busy admiring Kame’s entirely naked form spread over his desk.
Then, not wanting to wait any longer, Jin practically lunges upon Kame, mouth on his skin, tasting down his neck and palming Kame’s shuddering chest. Kame writhes and tries to free his hands, but Jin leans harder against him, going down to bite down on one nipple harshly. Kame hisses at this, only to groan when Jin sucks it into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Jin frees one hand to open a drawer, blindly fumbling about until he finds the familiar shape of a bottle of lubricant. He one-handedly pops open the top. His other hand is tugging at Kame’s length, making Kame whimper. He continues sliding his face down Kame’s body, licking and occasionally biting down.
He lingers near Kame’s straining cock, kissing his inner thigh until Kame whines at him. Smirking at how needy Kame sounds, Jin runs his tongue up and down one side of Kame’s length. Kame twists about on the desk, panting and closing his hands down on paperwork that quickly tears with his jerky movements.
Having distracted him long enough, Jin slips one lubed finger into Kame, preparing him, then adding another and rising up again to kiss Kame and muffle his cries. Once Kame’s shrieks deepen into moans and he throws his legs around Jin’s waist, then Jin knows he is ready.
Keeping their lips sealed together, Jin guides his throbbing length into Kame’s heat. They moan simultaneously and Kame arches up, wishing his hands were unbound. He can do nothing but tighten his legs around Jin, which does much of nothing with Jin’s forceful thrusts.
But then Jin grabs Kame behind the knees and spreads his legs further apart. A hoarse cry flies from Kame’s throat at the deeper penetration this causes and he feels that familiar spot within him brushed against. Hearing that, Jin keeps Kame in that position and thrusts into him frantically.
“Ah... so... ahhh...” But Jin never gets to finish what he is saying, too caught up with plunging deeper and deeper into the tight heat that massages his length. Kame tosses about, the desk creaking under him, moving his hips up with every downward one by Jin. He is so lost in pleasure, too close to attaining his peak, that one stroke of his cock sends him cumming.
Kame screams and Jin has to muffle him with another kiss. Moving even faster, Jin soon enough joins him, falling atop the table as well, fully collapsed while he releases within Kame.
Minutes later, Jin heaves himself off of Kame. Kame emits a sigh of relief to be out of the uncomfortable position. Jin plops heavily down atop his chair, pulling Kame with him and onto his lap. They sit there for some time, groggy but still within the buzzing afterglow of sex.
Jin finally unties Kame’s hands, dropping the necktie to the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Kame lazily drops his head onto Jin’s shoulder.
“I should just make you my personal assistant,” Jin purrs into Kame’s hair.
“That sounds more like a demotion,” Kame playfully retorts.
Jin responds by rubbing up against Kame, letting his cock settle between Kame’s bottom. Kame tilts his head back with a soft groan. Jin arches one brow and Kame sighs.
“Uhhhnn.... Fine. You better pay me overtime for this.”
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// Yes I have been slacking. XD; I have not been writing here as much lately. But here's porn. Everyone likes porn, right? *shot* XDD I've nearly forgotten about this other little drabble though. It's clean omg can you believe it?
Author: amairo_parasol
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, basically it's porn
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own either of them.
Summary: Kame is fresh out of university and is new on the job. He has caught the interest of Jin, a department head, who is willing to give him a few promotions in exchange for a few... favors. It's pretty much office!porn. (4,107 words)
Warning?: Excessive porn... and minimal plot. xD
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“Oi. Part-timer! My coffee’s cold, refill it for me.”
Akanishi Jin eye’s trail after the newest “gofer” in the company--Kamenashi Kazuya, 22, newly graduated--noting how his jaw clenches at the order, to the stiff bow before he walks out the door to do as ordered.
Jin approaches his boss’s desk, setting down two piles of papers.
“Here is yesterday’s report of the meeting, and those are the documents that still need to be stamped for approval,” Jin explains. His boss browses through the paperwork, voicing aloud some things, but Jin’s mind is already elsewhere.
As the head of the communications department, specifically the one that deals with their foreign clients, Jin is often up to date with the latest news in the company. The latest deals, newest employees, the under-the-table deals; he has his people, and his ways of getting this information.
And Jin has had his eye on Kamenashi Kazuya for some time. He had been intrigued when the information had trickled to him by word of mouth.
“Did you hear? About the new kid?”
“Yeah, graduated top of his class and everything at a top university, so I hear.”
“He’s just a gofer now.” A scathing laugh. “This isn’t school anymore, this is the real world.”
The first time he had seen Kame, the young boy had been putting away rolled up presentation materials into cabinets. Kame mumbled to himself under his breath, roughly shoving the papers and items in. But Jin’s main focus had been on the clean gray suit, and how it subtly followed his slim form. Kame’s back had been to Jin, his long limbs stretched out, long neck arched, light brown hair running down it in semi-long waves.
Jin had easily seen the way Kame’s lips fold into a thin line whenever he is called upon to make photocopies, deliver folders somewhere, file, or take care of some menial task.
Jin sees this as the perfect opportunity and asks to see him in person in his office two days later.
--
Jin lets a slow, indulgent smile slip over his lips. “Please, sit down.”
The young man who had been hesitating by the door nods his head, then quietly walks into the room, sitting in one of the two chairs in front of Akanishi’s desk.
“Well,” Jin begins in a warm, friendly voice, pacing around his desk until he is standing next to Kame, “I believe this is the first time we’ve actually met, now isn’t it?”
Kame flicks his eyes up at Jin, then back down.
“Y-Yes sir.”
Jin rests his hand on the back of the leather chair, behind Kame’s head.
“Tell me, are you happy with your work?”
“Y-Yes, of course I am... sir,” But there is enough of a pause that Kame’s doubt is obvious to Jin.
“Because if not, I can change that for you.”
The silence is long enough for Jin to seize the opportunity. He strolls around behind the chair, letting his fingertips trail over the back arch of it.
“I’ve heard all about you, you know. What university you graduated from. That you were top of your class. The many letters of recommendation that you got to get into our company. And yet here you are, just another gopher.”
Kame’s hands clench into fists, from where they are perched on the armrests. This does not escape Jin, who smirks.
“Kamenashi-kun, or as everyone else here so dearly calls you, Kame-chan, do you know the fastest way to get a promotion?”
Jin is now in front of him again, leaning back against his desk. He expects the schoolbook, naive answer from Kame, like, “working hard” or “doing your very best”.
But Kame lifts his head, looking Jin straight in the eye.
“I don’t know sir, what is it?” Kame replies to Jin, wanting to know the answer.
Jin straightens up, standing to his full height.
“In order to get up the social ladder, sometimes you have to get down on your knees.”
“I have to get down on my knees and beg for it?” Kame frowns, trying to decipher Jin’s words.
Jin chuckles, “Well, if you prefer doing it on your knees, that’s fine by me too.”
Kame’s brows furrow more at this, confused, but he is unable to ask anything more, for Jin is standing all too close, his waist before him at eye-level.
All Jin has to do is pull down his zipper and Kame’s eyes widen in realization.
Kame stares at the front of Jin’s pants before his face. Jin had dropped his hands to his sides, letting the offer linger in the air between them. Kame feels his body tingle with disgust, but more than anything, he feels the heat of a blush darken his face.
“But this is... this is...”
“What? Unfair? A sexual favor?”
Kame backs up into the chair, pressing his back into it to get his face as far away from Jin’s crotch as he can. He glowers up at the man above him.
“Th-this is illegal. I-I’ll report this--”
Jin’s scoff interrupts him. He lifts Kame’s chin with one hand, caressing the sharp jaw line.
“You’ll report me for sexual harassment? And then what? Who will believe you? Who will take a gopher’s word against mine? This company owes me a lot. And you? You’ve done nothing. They can throw you out of here in a second.”
“But I can change that, Kame-chan. I can get you from nothing to something here.” Jin continues to stroke Kame’s face, fingertips caressing his high cheekbones. When Jin thumbs his lips, Kame feels his resolve break.
And Kame surprises himself and even Jin when he suddenly leans forward, pressing his mouth to Jin’s cloth covered crotch.
Kame tells himself he can do this. He can do this. This is nothing he tells himself. He thinks about the money he owes and the debt he has accrued while he was in university. He thinks about his mother and everything she had given up to send him off to study. He thinks about his brothers who support him and look up to him. This is nothing.
Undoing the clasp of Jin’s slacks, Kame hooks his fingers into Jin’s front belt loops and pulls the silky material down. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Kame mouths Jin through his underwear. He flutters his eyes closed, feeling out the length growing hard against the cloth, making out its shape by wrapping his lips around it and moving north.
Kame tongues the tip of Jin’s cock, and Jin can no longer take the cotton barrier between them. Kame curls his fingers into Jin’s briefs, leading them down with Jin’s help.
When Jin’s length appears before him, Kame’s breath hitches. He glances aside, glad to see that the blinds in Jin’s office are all entirely drawn. He shyly leans forward and licks a light trail from bottom to tip, before settling back again.
Quickly, Kame squeezes his eyes shut, hoping that by not looking any longer, he won’t hesitate. His reluctance makes Jin cup his chin and slide himself into his mouth. As the entire solid shaft fills his mouth, a shaky whimper escapes him. Carefully, Kame withdraws and, squaring his shoulders, takes Jin in and soon begins moving his head.
Above him, Jin groans while he stares down at the flushed young man below him, fully clothed, legs and arms splayed out under him. His cock disappears past those taut lips that tighten as they come down on him. It’s hot, it’s wet, and it looks and feels amazing.
Soon enough, Jin is moving his hips forward to meet Kame’s mouth. “Faster, faster,” Jin demands, and a particularly hard thrust, one that is out of his control, forces his member against Kame’s throat. Freezing under him, Kame’s eyes open for the first time since they started. He directs such a furious glare up at him, and it oddly enough sends more heat rushing through Jin’s body.
“Who... who told you that you could stop?”
Roughly grabbing a fistful of Kame’s hair, Jin forcefully moves Kame’s head along his length, urging him on faster and faster, shoving his erection into Kame’s mouth harder and harder. It’s all tongue and heat that Jin can concentrate on, the accidental scraping of teeth on his cock’s head making him more furious and more desperate for release.
Kame can barely handle it, groaning around Jin, unwittingly sending luscious vibrations along him.
But Jin only tangles his other hand into Kame’s hair, forcing him to take more in, highly enjoying the sensation whenever he hits the back of the younger man’s throat.
Seconds later, Jin is throwing his head back, his hips thrusting forward, attaining his release. His cum shoots into Kame’s mouth, and his fingers finally loosen from the younger one’s sweat-dampened locks.
Limbs shaking, Kame nearly keels over with Jin no longer holding him up. He gasps greedily for air, uncaring as Jin’s cock escapes his mouth, causing sticky white fluid to escape from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
After that, Jin so nonchalantly leaves him there, uncaring at his vulnerable state while he pulls back on his clothes. Without another word, Jin leaves his office, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Kame is left there, his cheeks, throat, and his pride burning. Shock at the act he had just committed leaves him frozen there for some time.
A few days later, Kame notices he has been given a raise.
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A week later
When Kame comes to work the following Monday morning and finds someone else sitting at his desk, his face immediately pales. Someone surely must have found out about his little escapade with Jin and he had been fired. Kame’s hands are cold and clammy, barely able to hold onto his bag.
Finally, the manager of the part-timers notices him standing there.
“Ah, Kamenashi-kun. You’ve been transferred to a different department.”
“Wha-what?” Kame gasps, not realizing he had been holding his breath.
“Communications department, seventh floor.
...Akanishi’s department.
Kame clenches his jaw. Of course, he should have known that Akanishi would do this to him. Immediately, he gathers up what few of his belongings had settled themselves at that desk. The rest of the part-timers working sneak glances at him, but he ignores them.
Kame’s pent up angry continues to build up, from the elevator until he walks into Akanishi Jin’s office. He blows past the familiar glass doors and straight up to the cherry wood desk.
“What the hell do you want from me?” Kame hisses, his voice oddly low despite the roiling storm within him.
Jin takes in Kame’s white-knuckled fists, his wind-blown hair, and glowering eyes. All he gives Kame is his signature smirk, and the older man can practically see the anger ripple Kame’s shoulders.
“That’s no way to thank me,” Jin drawls.
“Thank... you? Why would I have to thank you?!” Kame almost yells. He slams his hands down atop Jin’s desk. The back of his mind tells him that this is way out of his line, with Akanishi is so much of a higher position than he is. But his anger is getting the better part of him.
Jin also stands and leans across his desk, so his face is level with Kame’s.
“I’ve placed you as an assistant for a project. Now if you’d prefer to fetch my coffee for me instead, I can arrange that too.”
Kame’s jaw drops. “B-But...wh--”
“Now.” Jin yanks Kame forward by his necktie. “Just how are you going to thank me for this?”
Kame abruptly scowls.
“No. Hell, no. I am not doing that again. You can’t--”
Jerking Kame by his necktie, even harder, that Kame is forced a bit up the desk, Jin blows a hot breath into the other’s hair.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to demand what you can or can’t do,” Jin growls into his ear. Then he bites down on Kame’s earlobe, making the younger man yelp in surprise.
The next thing Kame knows, Jin lips are on his own. Spluttering, Kame struggles to push Jin away, but Jin’s grip on his collar is too strong. Jin’s mouth is crushed over his own, moving so roughly that Kame feels his dry bottom lip break. He hisses at this and tears his face away, but then Jin is raining kisses down his neck, dipping his tongue below the neckline of his white shirt.
Meanwhile, Jin’s other hand has slipped under Kame’s shirt, sweeping over his stomach, grabbing his waistline. When he cups Kame between the leg, Kame yelps and jerks back harder than before, forcing them apart.
Stumbling backwards, Kame forces his shirt back down, gasping for breath. His face is entirely flushed, his hair rumpled and necktie loosened.
Jin gives him a lopsided grin. Straightening his black jacket, Jin clears his throat.
“Better fix yourself up for the planning meeting. We wouldn’t want you to be late for your first time on the job, now would we?” Jin says with mock concern.
Kame glares at him, but faces away from him to smooth down his clothes and pat his hair back into place.
The meeting takes place in one of those intimidating rooms, with the long table down the middle, and the city in full view from the floor to ceiling windows. The stares Kame receives from the other workers did not help to ease his nerves either. They are looks that ask what in the world is he doing here, but none of them voice this aloud, not when the head of their department is seated next to him.
So Kame keeps his head down the entire meeting, dutifully taking notes to be prepared for the next time he would be in one of these meetings. On occasion, he would sneak a glance at Jin, slightly awed that this man, who had minutes ago practically molested him behind closed doors, could be so professional.
It is a grueling one and a half hour of discussion, and Kame is so thankful that lunch is right after this. Once everyone else has left the room, Kame yawns loudly, stretching his arms above his head. His neck cracks from leaning over his notes for too long. Sighing, he slumps his upper half over the papers.
Some parts of the meeting, Kame would have to admit, were boring. Right now, he feels more sleepy than hungry. Maybe a short nap would be nice... He lifts his face form the cradle of his arms, only to stiffen at the proximity of Jin’s face.
Starting, Kame bolts up from his chair, nearly tripping over it in the process. Jin stands also, that familiar smile gracing his lips. Recognizing that, plus the tilt of his head and smoldering look, Kame shakes his head furiously. He backs up, but Jin follows him, taking a step forward with every one of his steps back.
At the hard press of glass against his back, Kame’s eyes widen. He jumps away from it, but Jin shoves him back against it.
A hand is planted to the left of Kame’s head, then its pair to the right. Jin’s face looms in and Kame gulps.
The first time he does it with Jin, the one word Kame would use to describe it is "dizzying". And it is not just because of Jin's measured thrusts and his slow, torturous touches, but also because of Kame’s slight fear of heights. And then there is the ever present fear of getting caught.
Because the first time they do it is in that meeting room, Kame fully up against the glass windows, with Jin standing behind him and keeping him there. Kame gasps and groans with every push and pull, every one of his ragged exhales leaving a moist spot of fog on the glass.
It had hurt, a lot, when Jin had thrust into him, and Kame could do nothing but scream at him and claw futilely at the smooth glass. But at a certain angle and Jin's hand closing around his semi-hardened member, Kame quickly finds his own pleasure. The feeling that he is floating in air, as he gets such a clear view of the city, only fuels his light-headedness.
What if someone walks in? Can the people in the building across see them? What about the people down below?
Kame lets out a stuttered moan, throwing his head back, feeling heat rush through him at these thoughts. He is afraid to look down; he does not want to feel that familiar coil in stomach from his fear of heights. His face practically feels like it is burning from blushing.
This... this should not be happening... but Jin feels so good inside of him. With only their pants down and their shirts and jackets still on, it has gotten extremely hot. Jin nips at his neck, before licking away a bead of sweat on Kame's nape. He pushes himself harder into Kame, feeling his release approaching. Their bodies slam up against the glass, the material thrumming in protest.
Kame's incoherent cries are becoming more desperate, and it makes Jin smirk and only go faster.
A gasp escapes Kame at a tingling sensation. His eyes fly open, and he inevitably looks down, his vision swaying at how high above they are. The dizzying sensation causes his body to seize up and then he is yelling, fingers streaking against the window. Seconds later, Jin sheaths himself in Kame's tightening heat, releasing inside him while Kame's own cum leaves milky white streams against the glass.
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Not too much time passed before it felt to people in the office that Kame seemed just like any old timer there. Maybe it is the fact that Kame could take on three projects at once (when majority of people take one, and the more hardworking ones, sometimes able to handle two). Maybe it is just that with all his hard work, he put in more time than the average person did in a month. In this way, his position had risen quite steadily. With work to throw himself into, Kame is a lot happier, preferring that to fetching things for people like a dog.
New recruits look up to him. Kame could be snappy sometimes, but his coworkers admire him for always getting the job done. Even their department head is fond of him, they realize, with how often Akanishi would call him into his office.
Kame always make sure to lock the door after him whenever Jin asks for him. These days, the blinds always seem drawn closed in Akanishi’s office.
“You look tired,” Jin comments from behind his desk.
“Yeah, and you don’t,” Kame quips back, striding over to him.
“You push yourself to do a lot more than you have to. Why?” Jin asks.
Kame shrugs. “I enjoy my work.”
“That’s good to hear,” Jin grins at him.
“Yes, thanks to you,” Kame replies, rolling his eyes, but his tone is humorous.
They chat for a bit, but they both know it is all small talk. Yet Kame wonders when did all of this start feeling comfortable? When did he start... not minding Jin’s requests to see him? Kame wonders when it changed to Jin just beckoning him closer with a curl of his finger, rather than Jin forcefully pushing him down on his desk. (Not that Jin did not get rough anymore, and Kame honestly did not mind)
Kame walks around so he is between the desk and Jin, hopping up to sit on it.
When did he stop minding Jin stripping him of his clothes, to the point where he would sometimes get impatient? One by one, the buttons of his white collared shirt come undone. Kame is quiet, watching Jin concentrate on his task. Kame shivers once the air conditioning hits his bare chest.
Jin is out of his chair now, nudging Kame with his shoulder. Kame lays back on the table, uncaring about papers that crinkle beneath his back. Jin makes a sweep with his arm, and Kame distantly hears the clatter of pens hitting the floor.
Reaching up, Kame locks his arms behind Jin’s head, urgently pulling him down for a kiss. They are not gentle about it, lips mashing together, biting, tongues struggling to dominate.
When Jin withdraws to take off his pants, Kame grabs his necktie, urging him back. Jin gives in after stepping out of his pants, indulging Kame with another kiss, but also takes the opportunity to undo the rest of Kame’s shirt and slip it off. He eases Kame’s hold on his tie to loosen it himself. Jin then lowers both hands on Kame, touching him through his pants until he is groaning for it. Kame’s pants and underwear flutter to the floor next, and Kame eagerly lets himself be sat up by Jin.
“Eh? Ah, no--” Kame protests too late, for Jin has bound his hands behind his back with his own necktie. The younger man snaps his head up to glare at Jin. But Jin does not notice the look, too busy admiring Kame’s entirely naked form spread over his desk.
Then, not wanting to wait any longer, Jin practically lunges upon Kame, mouth on his skin, tasting down his neck and palming Kame’s shuddering chest. Kame writhes and tries to free his hands, but Jin leans harder against him, going down to bite down on one nipple harshly. Kame hisses at this, only to groan when Jin sucks it into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Jin frees one hand to open a drawer, blindly fumbling about until he finds the familiar shape of a bottle of lubricant. He one-handedly pops open the top. His other hand is tugging at Kame’s length, making Kame whimper. He continues sliding his face down Kame’s body, licking and occasionally biting down.
He lingers near Kame’s straining cock, kissing his inner thigh until Kame whines at him. Smirking at how needy Kame sounds, Jin runs his tongue up and down one side of Kame’s length. Kame twists about on the desk, panting and closing his hands down on paperwork that quickly tears with his jerky movements.
Having distracted him long enough, Jin slips one lubed finger into Kame, preparing him, then adding another and rising up again to kiss Kame and muffle his cries. Once Kame’s shrieks deepen into moans and he throws his legs around Jin’s waist, then Jin knows he is ready.
Keeping their lips sealed together, Jin guides his throbbing length into Kame’s heat. They moan simultaneously and Kame arches up, wishing his hands were unbound. He can do nothing but tighten his legs around Jin, which does much of nothing with Jin’s forceful thrusts.
But then Jin grabs Kame behind the knees and spreads his legs further apart. A hoarse cry flies from Kame’s throat at the deeper penetration this causes and he feels that familiar spot within him brushed against. Hearing that, Jin keeps Kame in that position and thrusts into him frantically.
“Ah... so... ahhh...” But Jin never gets to finish what he is saying, too caught up with plunging deeper and deeper into the tight heat that massages his length. Kame tosses about, the desk creaking under him, moving his hips up with every downward one by Jin. He is so lost in pleasure, too close to attaining his peak, that one stroke of his cock sends him cumming.
Kame screams and Jin has to muffle him with another kiss. Moving even faster, Jin soon enough joins him, falling atop the table as well, fully collapsed while he releases within Kame.
Minutes later, Jin heaves himself off of Kame. Kame emits a sigh of relief to be out of the uncomfortable position. Jin plops heavily down atop his chair, pulling Kame with him and onto his lap. They sit there for some time, groggy but still within the buzzing afterglow of sex.
Jin finally unties Kame’s hands, dropping the necktie to the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Kame lazily drops his head onto Jin’s shoulder.
“I should just make you my personal assistant,” Jin purrs into Kame’s hair.
“That sounds more like a demotion,” Kame playfully retorts.
Jin responds by rubbing up against Kame, letting his cock settle between Kame’s bottom. Kame tilts his head back with a soft groan. Jin arches one brow and Kame sighs.
“Uhhhnn.... Fine. You better pay me overtime for this.”
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// Yes I have been slacking. XD; I have not been writing here as much lately. But here's porn. Everyone likes porn, right? *shot* XDD I've nearly forgotten about this other little drabble though. It's clean omg can you believe it?