[The peacocking is not lost on the older man and he delights in the other, perfectly perched, on the edge of his large oak desk.
He knows just how to present himself and Adam enjoys the sight, hands dancing across the long legs as he speaks in likely seemingly tongues to Iggy. He'll be rewarded for this, of course he likely already knows that, but Adam is flush with enjoyment and it shows in the idle touches keeping him from simply staring off into space as he had been earlier. Funnily enough despite his lack of full engagement in the conversation he's more attentive now that he is busying hims hands with the other.
A good whore should know his place and Iggy does. He'll have to remember that for the future of these late night business meetings.]
[It would be, though Adam does get it. More and more that is how people work. He doesn't enjoy it, but he does understand it.
But he is thankful it doesn't come up with Iggy usually.
The conversation wanes once more on Adams end. This time a woman seems to take his place in speaking. Bright, alert. A stark change from the previous speaker and as she begins to reign the conversation to her Adams attention is on the other again settling between his legs, pulling the other to the edge of the desk so he can pepper soft and silent kisses down the others neck. Kissing any bit of exposed skin he can.]
[Iggy scoots into position, draping his skinny arms over Adam's shoulders. He tips his head back and a little to the side, giving as much access as he can without loosening his collar. He giggles silently when Adam kisses over a particularly sensitive spot - laughing without sound is, at least, something he does all the time without thinking.
Iggy shifts just enough to kiss Adam's mouth, soft but open.
[The act is sweet and simple. Every now and then Adam barks what can only be assumed to be a 'yes' or 'no' in Mandarin. Short little quips that barely take his attention to the task at hand.
Adam dictates the tone of the kiss, he keeps it light. Adds a nip or two for attention and variance now and again. Eventually though hands slide into suit coat and push it off broad shoulders. Once that's off hands play with the bottom edges of the dress shirt underneath. It's tailored to fit the other well and tucks into the belt line neatly. It's easy to tug out of belt loops and slowly Adam starts to undo each button up the length of it. Slow and steady listening for little cues that stray his attention periodically.
The whole time he does this his attention to Iggy's lips intensify deepening the kiss with each undone button.]
[As much as Iggy loves sucking dick - and he does, make no mistake there - it's not something he does on dates with the expectation that it will get him off. No, Iggy takes his role as a customer service person very seriously.
Moments like this, where he's showered in attention, are therefore all the more special. He does his very best to stay quiet, with only very soft hums escaping his throat occasionally. His hands grip Adam's back on and off, encouraging.
Iggy can feel himself getting hard and he shifts, craving further contact. He wishes he could moan, could whisper... but no.]
[Adam can see just how hard he is trying to keep himself quiet and admittedly it's a bit of a turn on. The deep struggle to do what he enjoys vs what he has to do because Adam necessitates it.
Finally he has the shirt and Adams hands dip inside the now loosened fabric dancing across warm skin. Fingers dance up and down the length of him mapping each peak and dip across thin chest and waist before settling at the small of Iggy's back, tugging him towards the edge of the desk and into him with one forceful tug. Adam is fit, and much stronger than he appears. Moving Iggy right where he wants him is barely a chore and once closer he takes every opportunity to kiss the newly exposed flesh of the others chest with those soft, quiet, kisses.
Adam enjoys that Iggy is usually selfless with his affection, but he'd like to consider himself a generous lover, regardless of whom is on the receiving end of that affection. That's not to say at times Adam would not be selfish, oh no there might be several occasions where Adam gets what he wants and leaves the other to fend for himself. But as a general rule, he tries to return as much as he takes.
Or at least half as much.
With a coy little smile though his lips lock around one of Iggys nipples sucking the nub of skin forcefully, adding just a hint of tongue as well to really get him going. He is purposeful in the act, knowing that it'll be hard to ignore the act and even harder to repress the noises it will encourage.]
[Iggy is not actually expecting the suck, nor the tongue, and his fingers dig into Adam's shoulders hard. A startled gasp does escape him, which he clamps down on almost immediately. He curses himself mentally for the slip, hoping he hasn't angered Adam.
He forces himself to let go of Adam so that he can shrug out of his shirt and jacket properly. The office is air conditioned and his skin prickles into gooseflesh.]
[He is a cruel man. He ought not to be, but he is. But he wont punish the other, not immediately at least. It wasn't enough of a noise to draw attention to Adam and was sort of fun to cause. When the other parts Adam watches contentedly as fabric slides off Iggy's lithe form and when he's left bare chested and free, a hand traces across the other nipple not previously assaulted by his mouth.
God he's good looking. How he enjoys the other man immensely, closing the distance between them again his hand moving to palm at Iggy now. Teasing him through the fabric of his dress slacks.]
[Not allowed to make noise, Iggy instead expresses his appreciation by seeking to capture Adam's mouth with his own again. One of his long, slender hands grips the back of Adam's neck, not hard enough to be truly demanding even now.
He licks his way into the older man's mouth, muffling a groan with his tongue. His hips tilt forward, pressing his cock more fully against Adam's hand.]
[He wouldn't let the other dictate, even if he wanted. But he enjoys the sensation of the hand on the back of his neck regardless and when the other tips forwards Adams grip tightens and he moans, just enough to vibrate the other.
He wanted to do more, but his attention is drawn back to the conversation.
Despite his draw of focus, his hand doesn't stop moving. Palming at the other teasingly as he shifts to speak with the group on the phone. He speaks ever so slightly louder, as he works Iggys cock through the fabric.]
[It is Adams turn to struggle to stay silent now as nails dig into flesh and hips buck towards him.
There's a clear shift in energy now and Adams hands join one another and begin to undo the others fly. He noses at the others cheek, keeping very little space between them. His breathing is heavy now and when he whispers into the others ear, it's deep and barely audible.]
I am going to bend you over this desk and take you right here.
[It's the first thing that Iggy has said since he arrived, and it's the barest of whispers.
He clings to Adam desperately, only letting go because he has to in order to comply. His dick is throbbing, his heartbeat picking up, and he shifts to try and stand so he can turn around.]
[He smiles at the others desperate please. If he were in a crueler mood he would have made the other wait.
But he is not in such a mood tonight and to be honest he wants it just as bad.
He pulls away as well. He opens the others pants up and hooks fingers into fabric pulling the dress slacks down before helping to assist the other flip himself around. Pale skin looks brilliant against the dark oak of the polished desk, once there he moves to pull himself out of his slacks again and position himself just outside of Iggy's entrance. He doesn't ask, instead just slowly starts pressing into the other. Stopping only when he has himself fully seated in the other. Taking a moment to simply enjoy the warmth of Iggy surrounding his cock.
His head is pounding and it's hard to focus on anything but the man beneath him, but thankfully he still has enough sense to hear questions posed to him. When he answers his voice is unwavering and it takes quite a bit of concentration to make sure it conveys as such and only when the other party seems satisfied with his answer does Adam start a slow and steady rock of his hips.]
[It's hardly a wet, careful prep, but sometimes that's not what you need. And Adam at least moves show, so Iggy doesn't feel like he's being split in two.
He splays his hands on top of the desk to brace himself, spreading his legs as much as he can. Iggy drops his forehead to the desk and focuses on breathing and not crying out.]
[If he didn't believe the other could take it, he wouldn't. But he is wise to the others ability and although it would be kinder, and perhaps more enjoyable for him to have had the ability to do as much, he doesn't have that luxury as Adams office contains many things, but lubracarion is not one of them.
As the other adjusts to take him Adam picks up somewhat. His movements are long and slow working himself into the other until he becomes loose and only then he picks up his pace. Adam is quiet, focused on the other. His hands trailing up and down Iggy's back slowly as he enjoys the soft pace set between them every now and then adding a heavy thrust burying himself deeper into the other.
Eventually he leans down to the others ear on the opposite side of where the phone is set.]
If you cum on my desk, I am going to make you lick it up.
[The sex is fantastic and one of the reasons Iggy keeps Adam high up on his client list. Money matters, obviously, and being pampered matters, but good sex? Oh, it makes things so, so much better.
It's not nearly as brutal a pace as he was frankly expecting, and his body is reacting positively - Iggy rocks back when Adam thrusts periodically, biting his lip every time so he doesn't cry out. It's getting more and more difficult not to. His breathing, too, is trying to get away from him. The entire thing is the most exquisite torment.
Adam's voice in his ear again, making his whole body shiver.
He nods, not really giving a shit in the moment if he does have to. He just wants Adam to keep fucking him until he can't take it anymore. Still, he doesn't touch himself yet, not confident he could do so and stay silent.]
i am suuuuper sorry for being crazy slow basically all i have done is draw horses for days D:
[It's getting harder to focus but Adam is a professional. He has been doing this for years and he spoils when someone matches that energy. He gets bored he likes to be indulged.
And he likes trying new things, like fucking call boys on conference calls.
And that is why he likes Iggy, because he'll more than willingly do it and if he tells him to lick his cum while he finishes his business. He would. And if he does then he'll pay him, cash in hand, every time.
He picks up his pace a little doing his best to keep things even, steady, and quiet. It results in deep, penetrating, thrusts. It's sensual, admittedly, a deeper fuck than he's had in a long time. It's needed to keep the tell tale sound of fucking that he usually gets off too lately and that's a nice change of pace.]
[The softest exclamation, but Iggy quickly brings his wrist up to his mouth to bite. It's the depth, and the fact that Adam's cock is hitting him just right.
He can't help himself - he puts his forearm on the desk and bites it, freeing up his other hand so he can finally touch himself. It's exquisite and he shakes with the pleasure.]
[Adam must be in a forgiving mood, or maybe the sex is just that good, which it is, because he doesn't punish Iggy for the sound.
Instead his hands smooth over Iggys back as those slow, deep, thrusts continue dancing across that pale skin. Every rise of spine every dip of rib properly enjoying the shaking beautiful mess underneath him.
He's thankful the conversation continues unknowing but Adam can hear the key points in the upbeat voice and knows his time is limited so those thrusts deepen and nails dig into the flesh he'd been so softly admiring.]
[He feels the other tighten around him as his body starts convulsing. Meets him when his body arches, digs deeper as his thrusts deepen hammering into him as he comes closer to his own release. Pace becoming more uneven with each thrust until he feels his own orgasm nearing.
Before he can finish he pulls out hovering just over the other while taking a firm grip on his own cock so that he can finish on the others back. Painting lines of cum across his back in several even releases.
His heart pounds in his head as he admires his handiwork beneath him slowly milking his cock in its entirety before pulling himself off the other, shaking himself a few times before tucking himself away and straightening himself out a bit.
It's time perfectly with a series of questions seemingly posed in which Adam is forced to answer. He is somewhat breathless, the only hint that something was just a little off but it takes him little time to recover.]
[Adam is no fool. It is degrading. But that in itself is a bit of the point.
He used to love. He swears. He used to be a kind, thoughtful, lover he believed in true loves and fairytales.
Now he fucks, cause it's easier than love, and he pays well to do it how he wants. When the other bends and starts to lap up his cum from the dark wood of the desk Adam watches with contentment. Actively engaging in the conversation as the other cleans his mess. Adam's hand falls to run his hands through Iggy's hair in soft and silent encouragement.]
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He knows just how to present himself and Adam enjoys the sight, hands dancing across the long legs as he speaks in likely seemingly tongues to Iggy. He'll be rewarded for this, of course he likely already knows that, but Adam is flush with enjoyment and it shows in the idle touches keeping him from simply staring off into space as he had been earlier. Funnily enough despite his lack of full engagement in the conversation he's more attentive now that he is busying hims hands with the other.
A good whore should know his place and Iggy does. He'll have to remember that for the future of these late night business meetings.]
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He kind of wants to check his phone, but that would be a terrible idea, so he doesn't. Just waits, looking pretty and attentive.]
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But he is thankful it doesn't come up with Iggy usually.
The conversation wanes once more on Adams end. This time a woman seems to take his place in speaking. Bright, alert. A stark change from the previous speaker and as she begins to reign the conversation to her Adams attention is on the other again settling between his legs, pulling the other to the edge of the desk so he can pepper soft and silent kisses down the others neck. Kissing any bit of exposed skin he can.]
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Iggy shifts just enough to kiss Adam's mouth, soft but open.
He loves this part, he really does.]
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Adam dictates the tone of the kiss, he keeps it light. Adds a nip or two for attention and variance now and again. Eventually though hands slide into suit coat and push it off broad shoulders. Once that's off hands play with the bottom edges of the dress shirt underneath. It's tailored to fit the other well and tucks into the belt line neatly. It's easy to tug out of belt loops and slowly Adam starts to undo each button up the length of it. Slow and steady listening for little cues that stray his attention periodically.
The whole time he does this his attention to Iggy's lips intensify deepening the kiss with each undone button.]
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Moments like this, where he's showered in attention, are therefore all the more special. He does his very best to stay quiet, with only very soft hums escaping his throat occasionally. His hands grip Adam's back on and off, encouraging.
Iggy can feel himself getting hard and he shifts, craving further contact. He wishes he could moan, could whisper... but no.]
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Finally he has the shirt and Adams hands dip inside the now loosened fabric dancing across warm skin. Fingers dance up and down the length of him mapping each peak and dip across thin chest and waist before settling at the small of Iggy's back, tugging him towards the edge of the desk and into him with one forceful tug. Adam is fit, and much stronger than he appears. Moving Iggy right where he wants him is barely a chore and once closer he takes every opportunity to kiss the newly exposed flesh of the others chest with those soft, quiet, kisses.
Adam enjoys that Iggy is usually selfless with his affection, but he'd like to consider himself a generous lover, regardless of whom is on the receiving end of that affection. That's not to say at times Adam would not be selfish, oh no there might be several occasions where Adam gets what he wants and leaves the other to fend for himself. But as a general rule, he tries to return as much as he takes.
Or at least half as much.
With a coy little smile though his lips lock around one of Iggys nipples sucking the nub of skin forcefully, adding just a hint of tongue as well to really get him going. He is purposeful in the act, knowing that it'll be hard to ignore the act and even harder to repress the noises it will encourage.]
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He forces himself to let go of Adam so that he can shrug out of his shirt and jacket properly. The office is air conditioned and his skin prickles into gooseflesh.]
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God he's good looking. How he enjoys the other man immensely, closing the distance between them again his hand moving to palm at Iggy now. Teasing him through the fabric of his dress slacks.]
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He licks his way into the older man's mouth, muffling a groan with his tongue. His hips tilt forward, pressing his cock more fully against Adam's hand.]
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He wanted to do more, but his attention is drawn back to the conversation.
Despite his draw of focus, his hand doesn't stop moving. Palming at the other teasingly as he shifts to speak with the group on the phone. He speaks ever so slightly louder, as he works Iggys cock through the fabric.]
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He can't help it when his hips buck up, but at least he stays quiet.]
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There's a clear shift in energy now and Adams hands join one another and begin to undo the others fly. He noses at the others cheek, keeping very little space between them. His breathing is heavy now and when he whispers into the others ear, it's deep and barely audible.]
I am going to bend you over this desk and take you right here.
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[It's the first thing that Iggy has said since he arrived, and it's the barest of whispers.
He clings to Adam desperately, only letting go because he has to in order to comply. His dick is throbbing, his heartbeat picking up, and he shifts to try and stand so he can turn around.]
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But he is not in such a mood tonight and to be honest he wants it just as bad.
He pulls away as well. He opens the others pants up and hooks fingers into fabric pulling the dress slacks down before helping to assist the other flip himself around. Pale skin looks brilliant against the dark oak of the polished desk, once there he moves to pull himself out of his slacks again and position himself just outside of Iggy's entrance. He doesn't ask, instead just slowly starts pressing into the other. Stopping only when he has himself fully seated in the other. Taking a moment to simply enjoy the warmth of Iggy surrounding his cock.
His head is pounding and it's hard to focus on anything but the man beneath him, but thankfully he still has enough sense to hear questions posed to him. When he answers his voice is unwavering and it takes quite a bit of concentration to make sure it conveys as such and only when the other party seems satisfied with his answer does Adam start a slow and steady rock of his hips.]
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He splays his hands on top of the desk to brace himself, spreading his legs as much as he can. Iggy drops his forehead to the desk and focuses on breathing and not crying out.]
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As the other adjusts to take him Adam picks up somewhat. His movements are long and slow working himself into the other until he becomes loose and only then he picks up his pace. Adam is quiet, focused on the other. His hands trailing up and down Iggy's back slowly as he enjoys the soft pace set between them every now and then adding a heavy thrust burying himself deeper into the other.
Eventually he leans down to the others ear on the opposite side of where the phone is set.]
If you cum on my desk, I am going to make you lick it up.
[Thats not a threat, it's an absolute promise.]
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It's not nearly as brutal a pace as he was frankly expecting, and his body is reacting positively - Iggy rocks back when Adam thrusts periodically, biting his lip every time so he doesn't cry out. It's getting more and more difficult not to. His breathing, too, is trying to get away from him. The entire thing is the most exquisite torment.
Adam's voice in his ear again, making his whole body shiver.
He nods, not really giving a shit in the moment if he does have to. He just wants Adam to keep fucking him until he can't take it anymore. Still, he doesn't touch himself yet, not confident he could do so and stay silent.]
i am suuuuper sorry for being crazy slow basically all i have done is draw horses for days D:
And he likes trying new things, like fucking call boys on conference calls.
And that is why he likes Iggy, because he'll more than willingly do it and if he tells him to lick his cum while he finishes his business. He would. And if he does then he'll pay him, cash in hand, every time.
He picks up his pace a little doing his best to keep things even, steady, and quiet. It results in deep, penetrating, thrusts. It's sensual, admittedly, a deeper fuck than he's had in a long time. It's needed to keep the tell tale sound of fucking that he usually gets off too lately and that's a nice change of pace.]
you never ever have to apologise I never mind
[The softest exclamation, but Iggy quickly brings his wrist up to his mouth to bite. It's the depth, and the fact that Adam's cock is hitting him just right.
He can't help himself - he puts his forearm on the desk and bites it, freeing up his other hand so he can finally touch himself. It's exquisite and he shakes with the pleasure.]
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Instead his hands smooth over Iggys back as those slow, deep, thrusts continue dancing across that pale skin. Every rise of spine every dip of rib properly enjoying the shaking beautiful mess underneath him.
He's thankful the conversation continues unknowing but Adam can hear the key points in the upbeat voice and knows his time is limited so those thrusts deepen and nails dig into the flesh he'd been so softly admiring.]
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He cums hard, but quiet. His whole body arches beneath Adam, dips, arches again. His legs quake but he stays upright, bent over.]
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Before he can finish he pulls out hovering just over the other while taking a firm grip on his own cock so that he can finish on the others back. Painting lines of cum across his back in several even releases.
His heart pounds in his head as he admires his handiwork beneath him slowly milking his cock in its entirety before pulling himself off the other, shaking himself a few times before tucking himself away and straightening himself out a bit.
It's time perfectly with a series of questions seemingly posed in which Adam is forced to answer. He is somewhat breathless, the only hint that something was just a little off but it takes him little time to recover.]
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When Adam starts speaking again he peels himself off the desk. He examines it, then kneels.
Without checking to see if Adam is watching - because he knows he is - Iggy leans over and licks up the mess he's made.
It's unpleasant, but you'd never know from his expression.]
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He used to love. He swears. He used to be a kind, thoughtful, lover he believed in true loves and fairytales.
Now he fucks, cause it's easier than love, and he pays well to do it how he wants. When the other bends and starts to lap up his cum from the dark wood of the desk Adam watches with contentment. Actively engaging in the conversation as the other cleans his mess. Adam's hand falls to run his hands through Iggy's hair in soft and silent encouragement.]
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