[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.]
[Tasting cold jizz and wood polish, Iggy sits back. He lets Adam stroke his hair for a while before he squeezes the older man's thigh.
Iggy stands, pulling his pants up enough that he won't trip before he goes to fish tissues from his suit jacket. He mops himself up as best he can before he goes to get dressed.]
[It's weird, when the other goes to leave he is almost disappointed but it can't last forever and Adam has work to do.
As the other starts to sort himself out Adam reaches into a tidy pile of things he'd removed from his pockets prior to settling in to do business. From his wallet he pulls 12 crisp hundreds and sets them to the edge of the desk with a soft tap before settle back into work now.
Before the other can leave with it he will pull him in for a kiss. A soft peck to the cheek, familiar yet curt. Before he pulls away entirely Adam will whisper in his ear one last time.]
There's more if you're waiting for me at the penthouse.
[But that choice is Iggy's, as it usually is. Sometimes he indulges and other times he doesn't Adam is satisfied either way. But for whatever reason tonight he's hoping he will be.
But he does little to suggest that is his favoured outcome as he turns back to his business at hand.]
[He isn't entirely sure of what he'll find when he gets to his flat. He may find Iggy, or he might not. He looks a little less put together now. His tie has always been odd but his suit coat sits draped over his arms and his dress shirt slightly more unbuttoned than it had been when he had been sitting in his office.
When he steps into the livingroom and spots Iggy draped onto his couch in one of Adams silken robes he offers a genuine smile.]
Why if it isn't the little church mouse.
[He offers as he empties his pockets at a large glass bowl sat by the entryway door as he crosses the room towards the other leaning in to hook a finger under the young mans chin and leans in to place a lingering kiss to his lips. When he parts he saunters into the kitchen just to the side of the large living area idly pondering just what it is he wants.]
You want a drink my love? Perhaps something stronger?
[You name it and Adam probably has it in his house, which is a big difference than the modest sampling back in his office.]
[The smile Iggy shoots back is no less genuine. Aaron got as the office sex is, he actually enjoys talking to Adam.
Who looks good. A boy could catch feelings if he wasn't careful.
He kisses back and then watches Adam walk away, not moving from the couch.]
Mmm. That depends on you, baby. You want conversation for a bit, or round three straight away? If the former, yes please. The latter and I'd appreciate an upper. Someone rode me hard enough to tire me a bit.
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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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Iggy stands, pulling his pants up enough that he won't trip before he goes to fish tissues from his suit jacket. He mops himself up as best he can before he goes to get dressed.]
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As the other starts to sort himself out Adam reaches into a tidy pile of things he'd removed from his pockets prior to settling in to do business. From his wallet he pulls 12 crisp hundreds and sets them to the edge of the desk with a soft tap before settle back into work now.
Before the other can leave with it he will pull him in for a kiss. A soft peck to the cheek, familiar yet curt. Before he pulls away entirely Adam will whisper in his ear one last time.]
There's more if you're waiting for me at the penthouse.
[But that choice is Iggy's, as it usually is. Sometimes he indulges and other times he doesn't Adam is satisfied either way. But for whatever reason tonight he's hoping he will be.
But he does little to suggest that is his favoured outcome as he turns back to his business at hand.]
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He smiles at the kiss, and the offer. He doesn't reply, just pauses at the door to blow a cheeky little kiss.
Ourside of the office he takes a moment to fix his hair again - it might be obvious why he's here, but he won't give it away by his appearance.
Outside of the building entirely, Iggy lights up a cigarette and considers. He should have time, he thinks...
When Adam does arrive at the penthouse, he'll find Iggy lounging on his couch in a silk robe.]
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When he steps into the livingroom and spots Iggy draped onto his couch in one of Adams silken robes he offers a genuine smile.]
Why if it isn't the little church mouse.
[He offers as he empties his pockets at a large glass bowl sat by the entryway door as he crosses the room towards the other leaning in to hook a finger under the young mans chin and leans in to place a lingering kiss to his lips. When he parts he saunters into the kitchen just to the side of the large living area idly pondering just what it is he wants.]
You want a drink my love? Perhaps something stronger?
[You name it and Adam probably has it in his house, which is a big difference than the modest sampling back in his office.]
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Who looks good. A boy could catch feelings if he wasn't careful.
He kisses back and then watches Adam walk away, not moving from the couch.]
Mmm. That depends on you, baby. You want conversation for a bit, or round three straight away? If the former, yes please. The latter and I'd appreciate an upper. Someone rode me hard enough to tire me a bit.
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He moves in the kitchen with a quiet ease. He knows what he wants after a lengthy business meeting. He offers the same to Iggy.]
There is no reason we can not do both. Warm sake and a few lines?
[He offers but truthfully it sounds so good his plan is to do it regardless.]
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