Executive Assistant (2)
Title: Executive Assistant 2 - Electric Boogaloo
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: Sho as CEO. Nino as his secretary.
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. 09. Because people wanted them to bang...
Nino's pretty sure the merger's not going to go through, but that doesn't mean the higher ups can't enjoy a little hot spring R&R. It gets Nino a free weekend away, though he can't exactly enjoy it. While his boss and upper management drink expensive sake and smoke cigars, he's in the room adjoining Sho's, answering emails and coordinating meetings. Sho's out of the office this weekend, but he'll be in the office Monday morning, requiring Nino's guidance to get him to his 9:00 AM with product development.
Sho can wipe his ass on his own, but most other things are Nino's responsibility. Nino's generosity does not extend to scat play.
He's firing off one last email, finally clearing out all the new shit in his inbox when he hears the door slide open. Sho's drunk, and Nino should have locked it.
“Fuck them,” Sho slurs, laughing as he walks heavily across the tatami to lay on Nino's futon. So much for personal boundaries outside of the office.
“Your room's next door,” Nino notes in his usual clipped tone, but Sho's already undoing the sash of his yukata and getting cozy. He has to admit that Sho's got a great body, and since the guy's usually in a suit, he rarely gets to see much aside from his face and his dick. The yukata's open, showing off abs that could look better if Sho actually used his gym membership, but Nino doesn't have much to brag about either.
He closes the laptop and walks over to stand over his boss. “Want me to swap with you for tonight then?” It's the company's money, he actually wouldn't mind seeing how much nicer the room next door is, but Sho's already patting the small spot on the futon that he's not taking up.
Sho's a bit braver when he's shitfaced, although he's not shitfaced enough to have trouble getting it up. Nino doesn't even bother to look away from Sho's erection - it's his own god damned hotel room. “Can I fuck you, Ninomiya?”
Wow, it doesn't take much for his very much married and very much educated boss to turn into a pig, but Nino can't exactly claim disinterest now that he's seen the whole Sakurai package. He sighs, knowing that a guy like his boss isn't going to do any work himself. But Nino has a sixth sense about Sho, and he just nods, going through his duffel bag for the condoms and lube he'd brought. Always be prepared for the depravities of one's employer with whom you're in lust.
“Yeah, you can fuck me,” Nino says, biting through the wrapper and spitting the corner out of his mouth before rolling the condom onto his boss' cock with the same expert precision he uses when typing out Sho's holiday letter to his subordinates. Sho would probably make a face if Nino kindly requested his assistance, so he strips down and lubes himself up to his personal satisfaction.
Sho watches this all with some degree of fascination, biting his lip as Nino lowers himself down atop him. Nino didn't get to the top of the corporate food chain just by typing 120 wpm. He rides Sho's cock at his own pace, taking the opportunity to run his fingers over the man's abdomen. Sho makes appreciative noises, closing his eyes and probably reminding himself that he's perfectly straight so long as he's not the one getting a cock in his ass.
He does his job well, and before too long, Sho's arching up off the futon, saying stupid shit like “fuck yeah, fuck yeah” as he comes. Nino eases himself off his boss, leaving the man to take care of his own mess as he grabs his own yukata.
He slides the door closed behind him and heads for Sho's room. He's got his own en-suite bathroom, and Nino takes a nice, warm shower, jerking himself off at the memory of Sho deep inside him. He towels off and helps himself to the drinks in Sho's minibar before drifting off to sleep in the company-paid king size bed.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: Sho as CEO. Nino as his secretary.
Notes/Warnings: For JE Smut/Kink Meme Nov. 09. Because people wanted them to bang...
Nino's pretty sure the merger's not going to go through, but that doesn't mean the higher ups can't enjoy a little hot spring R&R. It gets Nino a free weekend away, though he can't exactly enjoy it. While his boss and upper management drink expensive sake and smoke cigars, he's in the room adjoining Sho's, answering emails and coordinating meetings. Sho's out of the office this weekend, but he'll be in the office Monday morning, requiring Nino's guidance to get him to his 9:00 AM with product development.
Sho can wipe his ass on his own, but most other things are Nino's responsibility. Nino's generosity does not extend to scat play.
He's firing off one last email, finally clearing out all the new shit in his inbox when he hears the door slide open. Sho's drunk, and Nino should have locked it.
“Fuck them,” Sho slurs, laughing as he walks heavily across the tatami to lay on Nino's futon. So much for personal boundaries outside of the office.
“Your room's next door,” Nino notes in his usual clipped tone, but Sho's already undoing the sash of his yukata and getting cozy. He has to admit that Sho's got a great body, and since the guy's usually in a suit, he rarely gets to see much aside from his face and his dick. The yukata's open, showing off abs that could look better if Sho actually used his gym membership, but Nino doesn't have much to brag about either.
He closes the laptop and walks over to stand over his boss. “Want me to swap with you for tonight then?” It's the company's money, he actually wouldn't mind seeing how much nicer the room next door is, but Sho's already patting the small spot on the futon that he's not taking up.
Sho's a bit braver when he's shitfaced, although he's not shitfaced enough to have trouble getting it up. Nino doesn't even bother to look away from Sho's erection - it's his own god damned hotel room. “Can I fuck you, Ninomiya?”
Wow, it doesn't take much for his very much married and very much educated boss to turn into a pig, but Nino can't exactly claim disinterest now that he's seen the whole Sakurai package. He sighs, knowing that a guy like his boss isn't going to do any work himself. But Nino has a sixth sense about Sho, and he just nods, going through his duffel bag for the condoms and lube he'd brought. Always be prepared for the depravities of one's employer with whom you're in lust.
“Yeah, you can fuck me,” Nino says, biting through the wrapper and spitting the corner out of his mouth before rolling the condom onto his boss' cock with the same expert precision he uses when typing out Sho's holiday letter to his subordinates. Sho would probably make a face if Nino kindly requested his assistance, so he strips down and lubes himself up to his personal satisfaction.
Sho watches this all with some degree of fascination, biting his lip as Nino lowers himself down atop him. Nino didn't get to the top of the corporate food chain just by typing 120 wpm. He rides Sho's cock at his own pace, taking the opportunity to run his fingers over the man's abdomen. Sho makes appreciative noises, closing his eyes and probably reminding himself that he's perfectly straight so long as he's not the one getting a cock in his ass.
He does his job well, and before too long, Sho's arching up off the futon, saying stupid shit like “fuck yeah, fuck yeah” as he comes. Nino eases himself off his boss, leaving the man to take care of his own mess as he grabs his own yukata.
He slides the door closed behind him and heads for Sho's room. He's got his own en-suite bathroom, and Nino takes a nice, warm shower, jerking himself off at the memory of Sho deep inside him. He towels off and helps himself to the drinks in Sho's minibar before drifting off to sleep in the company-paid king size bed.