Executive Assistant (3)
Title: Executive Assistant 3 - The Prisoner of Azkaban
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 they wanted Nino and Sho to kiss of all things...
Whatever they’re serving at this New Year’s Party is going straight into his bloodstream. Nino hasn’t felt this good in ages as Sho nervously drags him away from the rest of the schmoozing execs and sycophantic middle managers, away from the temp workers who are just there for the free food and the salarymen who want to bag themselves a cocktail waitress.
His body’s looser, freer than it should be, especially around the higher ups, but fuck it, it’s New Year’s Eve, and there won’t be any emails to fret over until Monday morning. That, and Sho smells good. Probably the new cologne his wife bought him for Christmas - well, after she called the office asking Nino for advice, the poor oblivious woman.
They’re in a smaller banquet room in the rear of the building, away from the crowd smoking their cigars in the main hall. Sho’s got him by the arm, and damn if the man doesn’t look like a pin-up in his tuxedo. Nino’s is a rental.
His breath smells like brandy. “Been thinking,” Sho tells him, tugging on Nino’s bow tie teasingly.
“Be careful you don’t hurt yourself,” Nino says back, wondering why his boss is being so damned affectionate tonight. Sho’s got him against the wall, eyes focused (as much as they can be after x number of drinks) on Nino’s mouth - maybe someone slipped him some ecstasy.
“You do so much for me, Kazunari.” Alarm bells are sounding in Nino’s brain - first names? But he doesn’t move because he feels Sho’s cock pressing against his hip, and he’s not going anywhere. “I was thinking I should do something for you.”
He shifts, increasing the friction between their bodies. “Raise would be nice. Cost of living adjustment maybe.”
Sho shakes his head. “No, no, no, not that.” Nino’s eyes are wide open when Sho kisses him, earnestly and sincerely. Far more sincerely than he probably kissed his wife on their wedding day. It’s a little sloppy on account of them both being piss-ass drunk, but he’s always wanted a chance to suck on Sho’s bottom lip. He enjoys his chance. A lot.
His boss is pulling on Nino’s pants - of all the fucking times, Sho, Jesus Christ, Nino’s thinking, and yanking down the zipper. Sho’s hand doesn’t exactly know what to do when he grabs hold of Nino’s cock, but it doesn’t matter. Happy new year, indeed.
Last year during the party, a confused Sho had asked him ten separate times if Nino had made sure the New Year’s cards had gone out. This year has seen a marked improvement as Sho’s jerking him hard, a bit too hard for comfort’s sake, but Nino’s exploring the depths of Sho’s mouth with his tongue and doesn’t much care. At least he’s not using the hand with his wedding band.
He wants his boss on his knees, sucking him off, but Nino’s too much of a realist to ask him nicely or grab him by the hair and shove him to the banquet room carpet. Instead Nino closes his eyes, imagines that Sho’s sucking him instead of using his hand, that he’s got him so far in his throat he’s crying, and Nino moans.
Sho’s licking his neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that Nino will have to attend to in the morning, but fuck, getting some reciprocation once is nice. He comes hard, bucking against Sho’s hand, staining the rental tux. It’s been Valentine’s Day since day one working for Sakurai Sho - feels like White Day today as Sho finally takes his hand back, cleaning himself with a handkerchief.
“Kazunari, I…”
Nino stops Sho there before he embarrasses himself by claiming he loves him or that he’ll leave his wife. Why sully the victory? “Thank you.”
Sho nods, not meeting Nino’s eyes as he leaves the banquet room. If Nino was a teenage girl, he’d probably squeal or something. He settles for a genuine smile as he heads for the bathroom to try and get his tux clean. It’s not like he’s getting a raise.
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 they wanted Nino and Sho to kiss of all things...
Whatever they’re serving at this New Year’s Party is going straight into his bloodstream. Nino hasn’t felt this good in ages as Sho nervously drags him away from the rest of the schmoozing execs and sycophantic middle managers, away from the temp workers who are just there for the free food and the salarymen who want to bag themselves a cocktail waitress.
His body’s looser, freer than it should be, especially around the higher ups, but fuck it, it’s New Year’s Eve, and there won’t be any emails to fret over until Monday morning. That, and Sho smells good. Probably the new cologne his wife bought him for Christmas - well, after she called the office asking Nino for advice, the poor oblivious woman.
They’re in a smaller banquet room in the rear of the building, away from the crowd smoking their cigars in the main hall. Sho’s got him by the arm, and damn if the man doesn’t look like a pin-up in his tuxedo. Nino’s is a rental.
His breath smells like brandy. “Been thinking,” Sho tells him, tugging on Nino’s bow tie teasingly.
“Be careful you don’t hurt yourself,” Nino says back, wondering why his boss is being so damned affectionate tonight. Sho’s got him against the wall, eyes focused (as much as they can be after x number of drinks) on Nino’s mouth - maybe someone slipped him some ecstasy.
“You do so much for me, Kazunari.” Alarm bells are sounding in Nino’s brain - first names? But he doesn’t move because he feels Sho’s cock pressing against his hip, and he’s not going anywhere. “I was thinking I should do something for you.”
He shifts, increasing the friction between their bodies. “Raise would be nice. Cost of living adjustment maybe.”
Sho shakes his head. “No, no, no, not that.” Nino’s eyes are wide open when Sho kisses him, earnestly and sincerely. Far more sincerely than he probably kissed his wife on their wedding day. It’s a little sloppy on account of them both being piss-ass drunk, but he’s always wanted a chance to suck on Sho’s bottom lip. He enjoys his chance. A lot.
His boss is pulling on Nino’s pants - of all the fucking times, Sho, Jesus Christ, Nino’s thinking, and yanking down the zipper. Sho’s hand doesn’t exactly know what to do when he grabs hold of Nino’s cock, but it doesn’t matter. Happy new year, indeed.
Last year during the party, a confused Sho had asked him ten separate times if Nino had made sure the New Year’s cards had gone out. This year has seen a marked improvement as Sho’s jerking him hard, a bit too hard for comfort’s sake, but Nino’s exploring the depths of Sho’s mouth with his tongue and doesn’t much care. At least he’s not using the hand with his wedding band.
He wants his boss on his knees, sucking him off, but Nino’s too much of a realist to ask him nicely or grab him by the hair and shove him to the banquet room carpet. Instead Nino closes his eyes, imagines that Sho’s sucking him instead of using his hand, that he’s got him so far in his throat he’s crying, and Nino moans.
Sho’s licking his neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that Nino will have to attend to in the morning, but fuck, getting some reciprocation once is nice. He comes hard, bucking against Sho’s hand, staining the rental tux. It’s been Valentine’s Day since day one working for Sakurai Sho - feels like White Day today as Sho finally takes his hand back, cleaning himself with a handkerchief.
“Kazunari, I…”
Nino stops Sho there before he embarrasses himself by claiming he loves him or that he’ll leave his wife. Why sully the victory? “Thank you.”
Sho nods, not meeting Nino’s eyes as he leaves the banquet room. If Nino was a teenage girl, he’d probably squeal or something. He settles for a genuine smile as he heads for the bathroom to try and get his tux clean. It’s not like he’s getting a raise.