Day 10 [smut]
Title: Penthouse
Pairing: ohmiya
Rating: Hard R
Notes: This was so rushed because I had to crank out 2 drabbles today sorry
Ohno Satoshi fastened his safety bungee, plopped himself on the small wooden cart, and began to propel himself upward by tugging on a fastened rope attached to a pulley. He liked to start at the bottom and work his way up slowly. On the first floor he watched an associate spin on his office chair until he was scolded by his sempai who walked in the room unexpectedly. Ohno chuckled and moved on. It never failed to amaze him at what people did when they thought no one was watching. If the highrise ever invested in tinted windows he might just have to switch careers.
One of his favorite pastimes was to imagine what the people inside the little windows were saying when they moved their mouths. On the fifth floor a manager was sitting at his desk reading a newspaper when a lanky blond burst into the room. He motioned to a suit in a drycleaner's bag, made a downward sloping motion with his hands and pointed to the mangager's shoulders. Ohno imagined the blonde was complimenting the manager on his arm muscles. Or maybe he wanted him to wear shoulder pads. Unamused, by this room Ohno moved on quickly giving the window a quick soak before rising to the penthouse.
The top floor was always his favorite. A dark haired man with hands that reminded him of milk buns, was always crouched behind a desk. Ohno noticed his hands were always occupied with something, either a laptop, hidden game or cellphone. Today the man was angled just so that Ohno couldn't see what he was doing. Curious, Ohno raised his cart as high as it could go. The higher altitude allowed him to see what Nino had his hands full of.
Ohno gasped, the man had his pants pulled down and was jerking off behind his desk. Didn't he care! He was at work. Ohno looked into the room and saw the door wasn't even locked. Ohno felt guilty for watching. He knew he should leave, but he was oddly fixated at the staff in front of him. What could cause the man to do this at work? Ohno wondered. Perhaps he lived in a cramped apartement or maybe he got off on the idea that someone could walk in on him at any time.
With this thought in mind Ohno's hand wandered inside his overalls. Was he actually going to do this? Ohno looked around him. Strangely there was no one in sight at 50 feet off the ground go figure. For the fist time in his life, Ohno felt nervous standing on the wobbly wooden cart. He carefully slid his boxers off both legs under the overalls and slid them out a pant leg. Then he pulled down the zipper on the overalls (thank goodness he bought the one's with the easy bathroom latch) and pulled his throbbing fresh free.
The man inside the office was getting close. He threw his head back in his office chair and Ohno could see what the man was working with more closely. Ohno swallowed, his exposed flesh twitched in the afternoon breeze, but he continued. He imagined the man inside looked up and noticed him came to the window and thrust against it leaving smudges on the window. Ohno cried out and released, splattering the window as he came.
Ohno reassembled himself and took out his squeegee. With a few scrapes the evidence that he was ever there was obliterated.
The next day Ohno went to work as usual, but when he reached the penthouse he found a sticky note taped to the outside of the window with 7 digits scrawled in fine writing. Ohno wondered if he could handle the real thing, after he had been imagining for so long.
Pairing: ohmiya
Rating: Hard R
Notes: This was so rushed because I had to crank out 2 drabbles today sorry
Ohno Satoshi fastened his safety bungee, plopped himself on the small wooden cart, and began to propel himself upward by tugging on a fastened rope attached to a pulley. He liked to start at the bottom and work his way up slowly. On the first floor he watched an associate spin on his office chair until he was scolded by his sempai who walked in the room unexpectedly. Ohno chuckled and moved on. It never failed to amaze him at what people did when they thought no one was watching. If the highrise ever invested in tinted windows he might just have to switch careers.
One of his favorite pastimes was to imagine what the people inside the little windows were saying when they moved their mouths. On the fifth floor a manager was sitting at his desk reading a newspaper when a lanky blond burst into the room. He motioned to a suit in a drycleaner's bag, made a downward sloping motion with his hands and pointed to the mangager's shoulders. Ohno imagined the blonde was complimenting the manager on his arm muscles. Or maybe he wanted him to wear shoulder pads. Unamused, by this room Ohno moved on quickly giving the window a quick soak before rising to the penthouse.
The top floor was always his favorite. A dark haired man with hands that reminded him of milk buns, was always crouched behind a desk. Ohno noticed his hands were always occupied with something, either a laptop, hidden game or cellphone. Today the man was angled just so that Ohno couldn't see what he was doing. Curious, Ohno raised his cart as high as it could go. The higher altitude allowed him to see what Nino had his hands full of.
Ohno gasped, the man had his pants pulled down and was jerking off behind his desk. Didn't he care! He was at work. Ohno looked into the room and saw the door wasn't even locked. Ohno felt guilty for watching. He knew he should leave, but he was oddly fixated at the staff in front of him. What could cause the man to do this at work? Ohno wondered. Perhaps he lived in a cramped apartement or maybe he got off on the idea that someone could walk in on him at any time.
With this thought in mind Ohno's hand wandered inside his overalls. Was he actually going to do this? Ohno looked around him. Strangely there was no one in sight at 50 feet off the ground go figure. For the fist time in his life, Ohno felt nervous standing on the wobbly wooden cart. He carefully slid his boxers off both legs under the overalls and slid them out a pant leg. Then he pulled down the zipper on the overalls (thank goodness he bought the one's with the easy bathroom latch) and pulled his throbbing fresh free.
The man inside the office was getting close. He threw his head back in his office chair and Ohno could see what the man was working with more closely. Ohno swallowed, his exposed flesh twitched in the afternoon breeze, but he continued. He imagined the man inside looked up and noticed him came to the window and thrust against it leaving smudges on the window. Ohno cried out and released, splattering the window as he came.
Ohno reassembled himself and took out his squeegee. With a few scrapes the evidence that he was ever there was obliterated.
The next day Ohno went to work as usual, but when he reached the penthouse he found a sticky note taped to the outside of the window with 7 digits scrawled in fine writing. Ohno wondered if he could handle the real thing, after he had been imagining for so long.