Fic: Unprofessional
Title Unprofessional
Rating R
Fandom Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Characters -
Pairing Perry/Harry
Summery Sometimes Perry is not the picture of professionalism.
It was beyond unprofessional, obviously. One does not fantasize about his underlings and employees, especially not when said employee and underling is a complete and utter moron. There were times during the day when Perry would actually stop and wonder how the hell Harry even managed to get himself dressed in the morning. Granted, it was usually into sweatpants and a hoodie, seeing as Harry rarely was allowed to leave the house. He had no car and damn it if Perry was letting him drive anything he personally owned and cared for.
Still, there were also times when Harry would wander through the house in low-slung sweatpants and a tight black tank-top, looking for all the world like the finest piece of ass ever to grace La La Land. At these times, Perry would casually drop whatever he was doing and ogle Harry's canting hips as he left the room, no doubt off to do some other inane thing.
Perry bottled these moments, stored them for later when he wasn't working; at night when he felt like the only thing to get his mind off the most recent case or whatever it may be would be a little fantasy and maybe some lotion.
Some nights he'd pretend he was fucking up into Harry's tight ass, making him bounce and writhe because yeah, fucking Perry Von Shrike usually ended well if Perry had anything to say about it. And Harry would be yelping and grunting like he couldn't, really couldn't get enough of his cock until-
Sometimes he'd think about eating Harry's ass out, making him come from just his mouth; make him scream in that throaty way he does when something really hurts. He always liked that scream, even though it usually meant headaches later when he was cleaning up the blood. But here, Harry'd be screaming for an entirely different reason. He'd scream because Perry would know what he was doing, because he'd never been fucked by someone's mouth before, because his hips just couldn't stop bucking back until-
Other times, and he liked this one in particular, in his mind Harry was sucking him off, really slowly, because he'd never know how to do it. But he'd encourage him, pet that unkempt hair, maybe grab his head and fuck into his throat, feel that scream around him, make that little asshole imbecile swallow everything, press his nose into his pelvic bone and make him snuffle wetly, throat constricting painfully. Or the alternative, imagine just how devastated and debauched the idiot would look when Perry came all over his dumb face.
So this was unprofessionalism at its finest. Really, the only thing that'd be able to top it would be if Perry actually did bend Harry over the office desk and fuck some sense into him after he forgot to take the name down of a new client, along with the meeting place ("It was something Mexican sounding?").
That would be so unprofessional.
End.
Rating R
Fandom Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Characters -
Pairing Perry/Harry
Summery Sometimes Perry is not the picture of professionalism.
It was beyond unprofessional, obviously. One does not fantasize about his underlings and employees, especially not when said employee and underling is a complete and utter moron. There were times during the day when Perry would actually stop and wonder how the hell Harry even managed to get himself dressed in the morning. Granted, it was usually into sweatpants and a hoodie, seeing as Harry rarely was allowed to leave the house. He had no car and damn it if Perry was letting him drive anything he personally owned and cared for.
Still, there were also times when Harry would wander through the house in low-slung sweatpants and a tight black tank-top, looking for all the world like the finest piece of ass ever to grace La La Land. At these times, Perry would casually drop whatever he was doing and ogle Harry's canting hips as he left the room, no doubt off to do some other inane thing.
Perry bottled these moments, stored them for later when he wasn't working; at night when he felt like the only thing to get his mind off the most recent case or whatever it may be would be a little fantasy and maybe some lotion.
Some nights he'd pretend he was fucking up into Harry's tight ass, making him bounce and writhe because yeah, fucking Perry Von Shrike usually ended well if Perry had anything to say about it. And Harry would be yelping and grunting like he couldn't, really couldn't get enough of his cock until-
Sometimes he'd think about eating Harry's ass out, making him come from just his mouth; make him scream in that throaty way he does when something really hurts. He always liked that scream, even though it usually meant headaches later when he was cleaning up the blood. But here, Harry'd be screaming for an entirely different reason. He'd scream because Perry would know what he was doing, because he'd never been fucked by someone's mouth before, because his hips just couldn't stop bucking back until-
Other times, and he liked this one in particular, in his mind Harry was sucking him off, really slowly, because he'd never know how to do it. But he'd encourage him, pet that unkempt hair, maybe grab his head and fuck into his throat, feel that scream around him, make that little asshole imbecile swallow everything, press his nose into his pelvic bone and make him snuffle wetly, throat constricting painfully. Or the alternative, imagine just how devastated and debauched the idiot would look when Perry came all over his dumb face.
So this was unprofessionalism at its finest. Really, the only thing that'd be able to top it would be if Perry actually did bend Harry over the office desk and fuck some sense into him after he forgot to take the name down of a new client, along with the meeting place ("It was something Mexican sounding?").
That would be so unprofessional.
End.