A Solution Old as Time (part 13 of Strange Desires)
Title: A Solution Old as Time
Chapter: Part 13 of Strange Desires, but can be read as standalone
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Reita
Genre: Smut
Rating: 18+
Content: M/M, BDSM, humiliation, oral fixation, blowjob, silence, deepthroat, masturbation, exhibitionism, begging, denial, bodily fluids, leather kink, light foot worship, hair pulling, sorta public not quite, objectification
Summary: Blissfully unaware that the pandemic has only just begun, Ruki is already bored of video meetings, but Reita fortunately knows how to make them less tedious. It's totally a selfless act of service, of course, it's not like he enjoys being regarded as an object for Ruki's enjoyment or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~4,700
Comment: As usual with this series, you can read this without reading the previous parts in order if you'd like. This part is set during mid 2020.
Ruki groaned at his phone, tossing it next to him on the couch and leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling. “These business calls will be the end of me.”
“Oh no, another one?” Reita looked up from his book, lips curling in a pout. Ever since they had to cancel their 18th anniversary live because of the pandemic, there had been nothing but video calls and group chats constantly. Reita was reaching the point where he wanted to throw all electronics out of the house entirely.
“Don't worry, you're not invited. It's a Nil thing.” Ruki sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “Having meetings over a video call is so fucking boring.”
An idea popped into Reita's head, and he set his book down on the table, leaning on his knees. “We could do something about that, you know.”
Ruki looked over at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What are you suggesting?”
“Just that your office desk is really big, and I could probably fit under it.” Reita tried to be coy about it, shrugging nonchalantly, though his tongue darted out between his lips before he continued. “You could take the call in there, on your laptop. The camera only shows your upper body, nobody would see me.”
“You're right, that would make the call more interesting.” It would also be risky, but Ruki wasn't going to shy away from that. He'd made use of Reita's mouth in public before, and they had definitely run the risk of being exposed more than once, but there was one key difference this time. “But I can't moan, or give you commands, or in any way let it show on my face that you're sucking me off, or that poor staff member is going to be mortified.”
“What, are you worried you'll lose control?” Reita looked almost smug now, sparking something inside Ruki that wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
“More worried you won't be able to stay quiet enough.” He grabbed his phone again and unlocked it, typing up a message. “You have ten seconds to back out before I let him know I'm getting ready.”
Reita blinked, then blinked again, and when it was clear he wasn't going to say anything, Ruki sent the message and stood, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor. “My office, now.” The line felt almost cheesy, but Reita slid out of his seat and onto his hands and knees, crawling down the hallway, Ruki heading to their bedroom first. He didn't really feel like getting a blowjob in sweatpants, but fortunately he owned a pair of skintight leather trousers with a zipper that went all the way down to his taint in the front. It was practical for situations like these, where he didn't want to have to undress to get his dick out. They also felt really nice against his butt when he didn't wear any underwear, and he stroked his hands over the material and admired the view in the mirror.
He definitely looked good, but something was missing. His gaze drifted to the shoe rack and the pair of high heeled ankle boots he owned for indoor use only, and he grinned as he fetched them. He knew for a fact Reita loved when he wore them, and he would be lying if he claimed they didn't give him a bit of a thrill, too. They did wonders for his silhouette, and they matched his trousers nicely, both black and shiny and hugging his curves perfectly. It was the least he could do to repay Reita for what he was about to do.
Reita was kneeling in the doorway to his office, and he stared hungrily after Ruki's legs when he passed, though he stayed obediently still while he got set up. Ruki made sure to tilt the screen back properly, launching the program and checking the video feed to make sure he was only visible from the chest up before pushing his chair back, finally turning to Reita. His sharp eyes bore into him, and the way he practically squirmed in his spot, hands clenching in his lap was utterly delectable. “Here, fucktoy.”
Just as Reita had estimated, he fit snugly under the desk, maybe a little cramped, but in a way, it only added to the scene. He was there for Ruki's enjoyment, and his comfort was irrelevant, though he did shuffle his knees apart and try to find a position he might be able to stay in for a while. He had no idea how long this call would go on for, after all. “Permission to touch you, Sir?”
“I didn't cuff you, did I?” Ruki raised an eyebrow, tilting his head back in a way that made Reita feel deliciously small. “Use your hands and mouth however you like, as long as you're quiet about it. You can tap my leg twice if you need an out, but I can't stop a business meeting because you safeword. Once this call starts, there's no going back.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“I'm also not going to have an orgasm during a meeting, so if I push you away, that means you need to stop.” Reita pushed his bottom lip out in a dejected pout, and Ruki snorted. “Don't worry, I'll let you have my cum eventually, I just don't want to traumatise my poor colleague without his consent.” The soft jingle of the ringtone came from the laptop, and Ruki pulled his chair closer, spreading his legs and making himself comfortable. “Ready?”
“Ready, Sir.” Reita licked his lips, eager to start already, but he wanted to give Ruki a moment to settle into the call, first.
“Good evening. No, don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything. It's not like anyone's left the house since March, right?”
Reita didn't have to wait long to find out the reason behind the call. Manufacturing delays, just like with everything else. Nothing new, they just had to agree how to proceed from there, which meant it wouldn't be a long meeting. Reita grinned. He'd better get started. Ruki's legs looked so inviting, practically begging him to touch them, lick them, worship them the way they deserved.
He reached out with both hands at the same time, placing them on top of Ruki's feet and just appreciating the feeling of leather under his palms. He stroked up until he reached his shins, and the difference in texture between the boots and the trousers was small, but still noticeable. He trailed his hands downward again, fingers tracing the bumps of Ruki's ankles, then up over the backs of his calves, almost moaning before he caught himself. He went completely still, holding his breath and listening for what was being said.
Ruki didn't sound the least bit distracted, and Reita was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. He shifted forward, his head now between Ruki's knees, and rested his cheek against one leg, gliding his hands further up. Just touching Ruki like this, feeling the shape of his legs, showing his appreciation was exciting in itself. Doing it while Ruki was busy, talking to someone else and paying attention to the conversation more than Reita? It was nearly euphoric.
He tilted his head and kissed the inside of Ruki's knee, shifting so he could stroke his hands over his thighs, rubbing his thumbs into them as though he were going to massage him. He had other plans, however, and after a minute or two, he leaned closer, dragging his tongue up along first one side of the zipper, then the other. His crotch was warm and inviting, and Reita loved the taste of leather, so he did it again, stomach fluttering when he noticed a slight hitch in Ruki's voice. It wasn't obvious to anyone who wasn't listening for it, but Reita was quite familiar with the sound, and he knew it meant he was doing a good job.
He pressed his lips against the growing bulge and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly, taking care not to hurt Ruki. He bit his lip once he had his dick out, immediately licking a trail up the length of it while he took Ruki's balls in his hand. Above him, Ruki stuttered, asking the staff member if he could repeat the question, and it took all of Reita's willpower not to moan. One of the unfortunate things about the pandemic was that there weren't many opportunities to fool around in public for the time being, but this was a decent alternative.
The risk of being caught was most definitely present, especially when he lapped at Ruki's balls and he grunted softly. If they didn't watch their volume, if Ruki moved around too much, or he stopped responding to questions, the guy might get suspicious. Reita trailed his mouth along Ruki's dick, letting his bottom lip catch on the skin and wiggling his tongue under the head, grinning happily when Ruki's thighs pressed together, giving his head a squeeze. He rolled his balls in his palm, resting his thumb in the dip between them, his left hand moving to Ruki's thigh to keep him from crushing his head.
Ruki's dick was fully hard by now, and Reita took it in his mouth, carefully listening to his voice again. Ruki was keeping it together surprisingly well, still mostly coherent, though he was speaking slower than usual. Reita took him deeper, and his thigh twitched under his palm, a subtle signal he was enjoying the treatment. He held his breath and stayed there for a moment before pulling back to suck on the head again, swirling his tongue slowly around it.
As much as he loved having his throat fucked, Ruki holding him down and choking him with his cock, he couldn't risk gagging in case the laptop microphone picked it up. He was forced to limit himself to shallow strokes, gliding his lips over the skin and pressing his tongue against the slit. Even just that was more than enough, he could hear Ruki stutter above him again, excusing himself and asking a question that would require more than a single-word answer.
Reita rubbed his thighs together slowly, knowing Ruki couldn't say anything about it even if he noticed. He loved being reduced to a living, breathing sex toy for Ruki's enjoyment, and servicing him while he was working was a new kind of excitement that Reita hadn't explored before, at least not with other people present, sort of. He almost wished Ruki would mute himself for a second just to laugh at him for being such a pathetic, eager cockslut, maybe slap his cheek in that degrading way he usually did, when he wasn't holding Reita down by his hair. Almost, because as hot as it would be, Reita was really enjoying being ignored completely.
Even though Ruki was doing it out of necessity because he didn't want the staff member to know what was going on, he was essentially pretending Reita didn't exist, and that was arousing in its own way. Reita was devoting all his attention to him, stroking his thigh with one hand, rubbing his balls with the other, sucking his dick like he couldn't get enough, and Ruki didn't even acknowledge him. Reita would do this for hours of he could, would happily let Ruki chain him to the desk and keep him there an entire day as a depraved mouth slave.
Of course, just as he thought that, a shudder went through Ruki, and he nudged him with his foot, pressing gently on his stomach. It took all of Reita's willpower not to whine when he pulled back, gathering the drop of precum at the tip of his cock with his tongue and sitting back, licking his lips and admiring the view. Ruki's dick almost brushed the underside of the desk, standing proudly between his legs, and his balls looked deliciously heavy. Reita wanted so badly to lean back in, to accept the consequences and suck Ruki dry while he was still in the meeting, but he held himself back. Besides, maybe if Ruki cooled off a little, he could deepthroat him after the call finished.
He scooted further back and leaned down on his hands, pressing his lips to each of Ruki's boots in turn. Sure, he'd promised to stop sucking when Ruki got too close, but maybe he could get away with just this? He wasn't doing much, really, just leaving lingering kisses along the sides of Ruki's feet, keeping his mouth occupied and his head deep in subspace. From the sound of it, Ruki was starting to wrap up the call, going over the details one last time and making sure they were on the same page.
When they finally said their goodbyes and Ruki closed the laptop, Reita exhaled in a shaky sigh, sounding like he hadn't breathed for the entire duration of the call. He kind of felt that way, too, and when Ruki pushed his chair back and he was forced to take his mouth off his boot, Reita looked up with a lust-filled gaze. “How was your meeting, Sir?”
“More difficult than usual, but also more enjoyable.” Ruki tilted his head, studying Reita and beckoning him closer. “Sometimes, I wonder if you need dick more than you need air, with the way you suck like your life depends on it.”
Reita nodded eagerly, moaning when Ruki rolled his eyes. “Thank you for letting me pleasure you, Sir.”
“You're welcome.” He lifted his foot and rested it in Reita's lap, pressing down on his crotch, rubbing his sole over the bulge. When Reita raised his hips to grind against it, he reached out and slapped him, gripping his hair and yanking his head up. “So fucking needy, aren't you? Nothing gets you going like being used as a worthless little cocksleeve.” He leaned over him and spat on his face, and Reita shoved his hands into his lap, squirming deliciously.
“Please, Sir, fuck my throat?” He closed his eyes just in time when Ruki leaned forward again, saliva hitting his skin and sending another delicious wave of shame and arousal through him.
“Is that what you want? You want to finally be able to gag and sputter all you want, moan like a cheap whore around my cock?” Reita nodded, wincing when the firm grip on his hair caused his scalp to sting from the abrupt motion, and Ruki chuckled. “Eager little bitch. Alright, since you want it that badly.” Reita didn't point out that Ruki looked like he needed it just as much as he did, just parted his lips and let Ruki pull him onto his dick, relaxing his throat and moaning shamelessly. Ruki knew he didn't need time to adjust or warm up to it, he spread his legs and shoved him down until his nose was buried in his pubes and he couldn't breathe.
The head of his dick hit the back of Reita's throat, and he instinctively tried to recoil, muscles tensing as he fought off his gag reflex, quickly crossing his hands behind his back to keep them out of the way. Ruki groaned, burying both hands in Reita's hair and holding him down while he choked, coughing around his dick. “Fuck, I love feeling your throat convulse, trying to push me out, even though you're not really resisting. You're just fucking taking it, putting your need for cock, your need to serve over your need to breathe.”
Reita gripped his wrists tightly, pushing back against Ruki's hands and shivering in raw pleasure when he only pushed harder in return, even though Reita was almost shaking now. “You look so miserable, I love it. I'm not gonna stop, even if I have to shove my cock down your unconscious throat until I cum.” Reita whined, his vision going hazy, and Ruki let him up long enough to draw his breath, moaning when he sank back down again almost immediately. “Yeah, you love that, wish I'd make you pass out on my cock, huh?”
He tried to nod, but it was futile, he could do nothing but moan and gag, and now Ruki had started moving his hips, fucking his face with hard thrusts. “Your jaw's gonna be so sore later, your throat's gonna be completely raw. Just talking's gonna hurt, and I bet you'll still beg me to fuck your mouth again, hold you down and use you like a fucking fleshlight.” Ruki tipped his head back, his voice strained, and he had to pause after each sentence to breathe. “Fuck, that's it, slut. Take it, take my cum.”
He held Reita down when he came, sinking back into the chair and moaning like a pornstar, his cum filling Reita's mouth until it spilled over. He couldn't swallow with how deep Ruki's cock was, and cum trickled down his cheeks, his chin, some even dripping out of his nose, but he didn't fight it, just watched the bliss on Ruki's face until it faded to a sated expression. He was hard as a rock, himself, straining against his trousers, and when Ruki pulled him off his cock and shoved his leg between his, he rocked his hips against his shin with a shaky moan.
Ruki watched him grind against his leg for a while, planting his elbow on the arm of the chair and resting his chin in his hand. “The rougher I am with you, the hornier you get.” Reita nodded, eyes half closed, mouth open, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was drooling cum while he rubbed up against Ruki. “You should see yourself. You look drunk. Fucking cock junkie.”
Reita pulled back like he'd been electrocuted, shaking faintly, and Ruki grinned, knowing he'd been about to lose it just from the way he tensed. “May I please cum, Sir?”
Ruki hummed thoughtfully, pursing his lips like he was considering it. The longer he took to answer, the more Reita squirmed, and when Ruki finally uttered a single “No”, Reita just pressed his thighs together and exhaled a shaky sigh. Ruki laughed outright, gripping his hair and pulling his head up, admiring the blissful look on his face despite how much he was clearly struggling to hold back. “Pathetic, desperate little thing. Should I call him back, hm? Should I show staff how depraved you are, rutting against my leg like a mindless mutt because you love sucking my cock so much?”
“Yes, Sir,” Reita mumbled, resting his head on Ruki's thigh and absently rubbing his cheek against it. “Please, degrade me more.”
“Keep grinding.” Reita obediently repositioned himself, pressing up against Ruki's leg and slowly rubbing his crotch against it. His face twisted in concentration, and while it had to be difficult holding back from cumming, he didn't half-ass it or try to cheat. Ruki pressed his fingers into the back of his head, knowing the best way to let Reita know how proud he was of him would be to give him what he wanted. “Are you really so selfish you want me to bother that poor staff member just to satisfy your filthy fantasies? Do you think you deserve that?”
“No, Sir.” The pout was so evident in Reita's tone, Ruki couldn't help but laugh. “Please.”
“You're so fucking greedy. And you look so dumb right now, on your knees, grinding against my leg with my cum dripping down your throat.” He tugged on Reita's hair, tipping his head back and leaning over him so he could watch his hips thrust against the smooth leather. The outline of Reita's dick was visible through his trousers, but his arousal was mostly obvious from how strained his movements were, how unfocused his gaze had become. “You're nothing but a toy.” Reita whined and tried to pull away again, but Ruki held him in place, slapping his cheek hard. “I didn't say you could stop.”
“Sir, please, I nee-” Reita started, but stopped just in time before he landed himself in trouble. Ruki really emphasised the importance of wording when it came to certain phrases. “May I please cum?”
“No.” The grin on Ruki's face grew as he watched Reita battle with himself for a moment, like gasoline on the fire of his sadistic whims. “Actually, you know what? I'll be nice and give you a choice.” The curl of his lips was anything but nice, and Reita watched him warily. “I'll let you jerk off, but only after I leave. You can cum however you want, as long as you clean up after yourself. Or you can stay in subspace and I can keep degrading you, but you don't get to cum at all tonight.”
Reita's thighs clenched around Ruki's ankle, and he stilled for a moment, a low groan spilling past his slick, swollen lips. “Second option, Sir.”
It took Ruki considerable effort to feign a neutral expression, raising an eyebrow at Reita despite knowing his answer wouldn't change no matter what he said. “Sure you don't want some time to consider it?”
“Please, humiliate me.”
“Last chance to change your mind.” Ruki leaned toward his desk, stretching his arm and grabbing a marker, popping the cap off and waving it in the air so Reita could see. “You can still take the orgasm, it's up to you.”
Reita's gaze fell on the marker, before he met Ruki's eyes again, not a hint of doubt in his voice. Not that there ever was. “I stand by my decision, Sir.”
“Of course you do. Sit still for a minute.” Ruki swept Reita's bangs back, holding them out of the way while he started writing on his forehead with the marker. “You like submitting to my will more than you like getting to cum.”
“Also love when Sir denies me.”
“I can tell by the way you moan and shudder when I tell you 'no'.” Ruki sat back with a satisfied grin, capping the marker and tossing it back on the desk, reaching for his phone instead. “Do you know what it says on your forehead?”
“Does it say 'cockslut', Sir?”
“Correct, good boy.” Ruki ruffled Reita's hair, sitting back and opening the camera app. “I'm not going to video call anyone, but I could always take a picture of you and send it to the other members.”
Reita bit down hard on his lip, sitting up straight and looking directly into the lens. “Please.”
Ruki made sure to get Reita's crotch in the frame, snapping the picture and sending it to the group chat so Reita could see the replies later, placing his phone back on the desk. “There, now our friends can see you in your natural element; hard and humping my leg, labelled correctly, cum and drool dripping down your face.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Reita whispered, pressing himself against Ruki's leg and imagining the way the others might react.
“Keep moving those hips, bitch.” Reita moaned at the way he spat out the last word, obviously thirsty for more. Ruki reached down to grab his dick, which was slowly getting hard again just from Reita's eager reactions. “Fuck, you're so blatant. You want me to tell you how you're just a fleshlight, don't you? Just a hole to be used, incomplete without a cock to fill your mouth.” Reita's eyes drifted down to Ruki's dick when he started stroking it. “Eyes up.”
He forced himself to meet his gaze, but his arousal was ramping up again, and just the sight of Ruki like that, legs spread, stroking himself while watching him embarrass himself made it hard to focus. “I don't know if I can keep this up, Sir.”
“Enjoying yourself too much?” Reita nodded, and Ruki raised his foot, pushing him away. “Strip.” Reita was quick to start peeling off layers, folding his clothes and leaving them on the floor, looking up expectantly when he was done. “Stand up, legs spread, hands behind your head.” Reita moved into position, but Ruki didn't give any other orders. He remained in his chair, watching every twitch and shudder of Reita's body, all the while stroking himself lazily.
If Reita had expected the cool air to help calm him down, he was sorely mistaken. Minutes passed, and his dick remained hard, head glistening with precum, despite Ruki not even saying anything. While Reita missed the degrading language and insults from earlier, just the way Ruki watched him made his cheeks heat up and his stomach flutter. Being naked and exposed in front of Ruki like this was shamefully hot in itself.
“I should make you stand in front of the window like that.” Ruki tipped his head to the side as if regarding him, and Reita's breath hitched, but he didn't move. “Let the neighbours see what kind of a pervert you are. What do you think?”
When Reita spoke, it was clear from how breathy his voice was getting that he was barely holding on. “Think you should cuff my hands behind my back, make me wear a ring gag, write 'free blowjobs' on my face, lean me out the window, and close it just enough that I can't get back inside, Sir.”
It was Ruki's turn to moan, the mental image of random pedestrians walking by and seeing Reita like that was incredibly hot. “Yeah? You want that, slut?” His hand moved faster over his dick now, his eyes burning into Reita's. “Wanna blow the whole damn neighbourhood, be a communal fucktoy?”
“Yes, Sir.” Reita was panting along with Ruki, his gaze flitting down to his cock once in a while, but never long enough to be scolded for it. Ruki looked like he was working up to orgasm, and Reita found it hard to remain in that position, his knees buckling with the desire to go down again. “May I suck you off?”
“No.” Ruki laughed at the dejected look Reita gave him, the fingers of his free hand digging into the arm of his chair. “Fuck, I love those puppy eyes of yours so much. You were the one who said you love it when I deny you what you want, remember?”
Reita didn't think he'd be regretting that so soon. “Please, Sir, please use me, fuck my throat.”
“Shut up.” Just then, Ruki had an idea, and he nodded to the pile of Reita's clothes. “Hand me your sock.”
Reita's heart hammered in his chest, but he grabbed one of his socks and crawled over to Ruki with it, holding it out to him. Ruki took it with a devious grin, leaning in close enough to spit on Reita's face, and the moan he got for it was all he needed. He milked his cum into Reita's sock, stroking his dick until he didn't have another drop to give, and Reita watched eagerly, practically squirming in his spot. He parted his lips as wide as he could, groaning when Ruki shoved the cum-soaked sock in his mouth, gripping his legs to keep from touching himself.
“You really like anything humiliating, don't you?” Ruki ran his fingers through Reita's hair, who trembled faintly. “Do I need to cuff you to keep you from touching yourself?” Reita shook his head, whining quietly when Ruki gripped his throat, tipping his head up. “Good, it would probably be difficult making us coffee with your hands on your back.”
Reita nodded, trying to get up so he could obey the implicit order, but Ruki held him down. He tucked his dick back into his trousers, pulling the zipper up and cupping Reita's cheek, feeling the way it bulged. “Such a cute pet you are. If you manage to make a pot of coffee and fix us some snacks without drooling into either, I'll let you take the sock out before we watch TV.” His grip on Reita's throat tightened without warning, his eyes almost glinting, voice dropping to a whisper. “But if I find so much as a drop of your saliva anywhere, I'll tie you down on the couch with a vibrator strapped to your dick for an entire movie, understood?”
Reita could already tell it was going to be a great evening.
Chapter: Part 13 of Strange Desires, but can be read as standalone
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Reita
Genre: Smut
Rating: 18+
Content: M/M, BDSM, humiliation, oral fixation, blowjob, silence, deepthroat, masturbation, exhibitionism, begging, denial, bodily fluids, leather kink, light foot worship, hair pulling, sorta public not quite, objectification
Summary: Blissfully unaware that the pandemic has only just begun, Ruki is already bored of video meetings, but Reita fortunately knows how to make them less tedious. It's totally a selfless act of service, of course, it's not like he enjoys being regarded as an object for Ruki's enjoyment or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~4,700
Comment: As usual with this series, you can read this without reading the previous parts in order if you'd like. This part is set during mid 2020.
Ruki groaned at his phone, tossing it next to him on the couch and leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling. “These business calls will be the end of me.”
“Oh no, another one?” Reita looked up from his book, lips curling in a pout. Ever since they had to cancel their 18th anniversary live because of the pandemic, there had been nothing but video calls and group chats constantly. Reita was reaching the point where he wanted to throw all electronics out of the house entirely.
“Don't worry, you're not invited. It's a Nil thing.” Ruki sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “Having meetings over a video call is so fucking boring.”
An idea popped into Reita's head, and he set his book down on the table, leaning on his knees. “We could do something about that, you know.”
Ruki looked over at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What are you suggesting?”
“Just that your office desk is really big, and I could probably fit under it.” Reita tried to be coy about it, shrugging nonchalantly, though his tongue darted out between his lips before he continued. “You could take the call in there, on your laptop. The camera only shows your upper body, nobody would see me.”
“You're right, that would make the call more interesting.” It would also be risky, but Ruki wasn't going to shy away from that. He'd made use of Reita's mouth in public before, and they had definitely run the risk of being exposed more than once, but there was one key difference this time. “But I can't moan, or give you commands, or in any way let it show on my face that you're sucking me off, or that poor staff member is going to be mortified.”
“What, are you worried you'll lose control?” Reita looked almost smug now, sparking something inside Ruki that wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
“More worried you won't be able to stay quiet enough.” He grabbed his phone again and unlocked it, typing up a message. “You have ten seconds to back out before I let him know I'm getting ready.”
Reita blinked, then blinked again, and when it was clear he wasn't going to say anything, Ruki sent the message and stood, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor. “My office, now.” The line felt almost cheesy, but Reita slid out of his seat and onto his hands and knees, crawling down the hallway, Ruki heading to their bedroom first. He didn't really feel like getting a blowjob in sweatpants, but fortunately he owned a pair of skintight leather trousers with a zipper that went all the way down to his taint in the front. It was practical for situations like these, where he didn't want to have to undress to get his dick out. They also felt really nice against his butt when he didn't wear any underwear, and he stroked his hands over the material and admired the view in the mirror.
He definitely looked good, but something was missing. His gaze drifted to the shoe rack and the pair of high heeled ankle boots he owned for indoor use only, and he grinned as he fetched them. He knew for a fact Reita loved when he wore them, and he would be lying if he claimed they didn't give him a bit of a thrill, too. They did wonders for his silhouette, and they matched his trousers nicely, both black and shiny and hugging his curves perfectly. It was the least he could do to repay Reita for what he was about to do.
Reita was kneeling in the doorway to his office, and he stared hungrily after Ruki's legs when he passed, though he stayed obediently still while he got set up. Ruki made sure to tilt the screen back properly, launching the program and checking the video feed to make sure he was only visible from the chest up before pushing his chair back, finally turning to Reita. His sharp eyes bore into him, and the way he practically squirmed in his spot, hands clenching in his lap was utterly delectable. “Here, fucktoy.”
Just as Reita had estimated, he fit snugly under the desk, maybe a little cramped, but in a way, it only added to the scene. He was there for Ruki's enjoyment, and his comfort was irrelevant, though he did shuffle his knees apart and try to find a position he might be able to stay in for a while. He had no idea how long this call would go on for, after all. “Permission to touch you, Sir?”
“I didn't cuff you, did I?” Ruki raised an eyebrow, tilting his head back in a way that made Reita feel deliciously small. “Use your hands and mouth however you like, as long as you're quiet about it. You can tap my leg twice if you need an out, but I can't stop a business meeting because you safeword. Once this call starts, there's no going back.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“I'm also not going to have an orgasm during a meeting, so if I push you away, that means you need to stop.” Reita pushed his bottom lip out in a dejected pout, and Ruki snorted. “Don't worry, I'll let you have my cum eventually, I just don't want to traumatise my poor colleague without his consent.” The soft jingle of the ringtone came from the laptop, and Ruki pulled his chair closer, spreading his legs and making himself comfortable. “Ready?”
“Ready, Sir.” Reita licked his lips, eager to start already, but he wanted to give Ruki a moment to settle into the call, first.
“Good evening. No, don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything. It's not like anyone's left the house since March, right?”
Reita didn't have to wait long to find out the reason behind the call. Manufacturing delays, just like with everything else. Nothing new, they just had to agree how to proceed from there, which meant it wouldn't be a long meeting. Reita grinned. He'd better get started. Ruki's legs looked so inviting, practically begging him to touch them, lick them, worship them the way they deserved.
He reached out with both hands at the same time, placing them on top of Ruki's feet and just appreciating the feeling of leather under his palms. He stroked up until he reached his shins, and the difference in texture between the boots and the trousers was small, but still noticeable. He trailed his hands downward again, fingers tracing the bumps of Ruki's ankles, then up over the backs of his calves, almost moaning before he caught himself. He went completely still, holding his breath and listening for what was being said.
Ruki didn't sound the least bit distracted, and Reita was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. He shifted forward, his head now between Ruki's knees, and rested his cheek against one leg, gliding his hands further up. Just touching Ruki like this, feeling the shape of his legs, showing his appreciation was exciting in itself. Doing it while Ruki was busy, talking to someone else and paying attention to the conversation more than Reita? It was nearly euphoric.
He tilted his head and kissed the inside of Ruki's knee, shifting so he could stroke his hands over his thighs, rubbing his thumbs into them as though he were going to massage him. He had other plans, however, and after a minute or two, he leaned closer, dragging his tongue up along first one side of the zipper, then the other. His crotch was warm and inviting, and Reita loved the taste of leather, so he did it again, stomach fluttering when he noticed a slight hitch in Ruki's voice. It wasn't obvious to anyone who wasn't listening for it, but Reita was quite familiar with the sound, and he knew it meant he was doing a good job.
He pressed his lips against the growing bulge and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly, taking care not to hurt Ruki. He bit his lip once he had his dick out, immediately licking a trail up the length of it while he took Ruki's balls in his hand. Above him, Ruki stuttered, asking the staff member if he could repeat the question, and it took all of Reita's willpower not to moan. One of the unfortunate things about the pandemic was that there weren't many opportunities to fool around in public for the time being, but this was a decent alternative.
The risk of being caught was most definitely present, especially when he lapped at Ruki's balls and he grunted softly. If they didn't watch their volume, if Ruki moved around too much, or he stopped responding to questions, the guy might get suspicious. Reita trailed his mouth along Ruki's dick, letting his bottom lip catch on the skin and wiggling his tongue under the head, grinning happily when Ruki's thighs pressed together, giving his head a squeeze. He rolled his balls in his palm, resting his thumb in the dip between them, his left hand moving to Ruki's thigh to keep him from crushing his head.
Ruki's dick was fully hard by now, and Reita took it in his mouth, carefully listening to his voice again. Ruki was keeping it together surprisingly well, still mostly coherent, though he was speaking slower than usual. Reita took him deeper, and his thigh twitched under his palm, a subtle signal he was enjoying the treatment. He held his breath and stayed there for a moment before pulling back to suck on the head again, swirling his tongue slowly around it.
As much as he loved having his throat fucked, Ruki holding him down and choking him with his cock, he couldn't risk gagging in case the laptop microphone picked it up. He was forced to limit himself to shallow strokes, gliding his lips over the skin and pressing his tongue against the slit. Even just that was more than enough, he could hear Ruki stutter above him again, excusing himself and asking a question that would require more than a single-word answer.
Reita rubbed his thighs together slowly, knowing Ruki couldn't say anything about it even if he noticed. He loved being reduced to a living, breathing sex toy for Ruki's enjoyment, and servicing him while he was working was a new kind of excitement that Reita hadn't explored before, at least not with other people present, sort of. He almost wished Ruki would mute himself for a second just to laugh at him for being such a pathetic, eager cockslut, maybe slap his cheek in that degrading way he usually did, when he wasn't holding Reita down by his hair. Almost, because as hot as it would be, Reita was really enjoying being ignored completely.
Even though Ruki was doing it out of necessity because he didn't want the staff member to know what was going on, he was essentially pretending Reita didn't exist, and that was arousing in its own way. Reita was devoting all his attention to him, stroking his thigh with one hand, rubbing his balls with the other, sucking his dick like he couldn't get enough, and Ruki didn't even acknowledge him. Reita would do this for hours of he could, would happily let Ruki chain him to the desk and keep him there an entire day as a depraved mouth slave.
Of course, just as he thought that, a shudder went through Ruki, and he nudged him with his foot, pressing gently on his stomach. It took all of Reita's willpower not to whine when he pulled back, gathering the drop of precum at the tip of his cock with his tongue and sitting back, licking his lips and admiring the view. Ruki's dick almost brushed the underside of the desk, standing proudly between his legs, and his balls looked deliciously heavy. Reita wanted so badly to lean back in, to accept the consequences and suck Ruki dry while he was still in the meeting, but he held himself back. Besides, maybe if Ruki cooled off a little, he could deepthroat him after the call finished.
He scooted further back and leaned down on his hands, pressing his lips to each of Ruki's boots in turn. Sure, he'd promised to stop sucking when Ruki got too close, but maybe he could get away with just this? He wasn't doing much, really, just leaving lingering kisses along the sides of Ruki's feet, keeping his mouth occupied and his head deep in subspace. From the sound of it, Ruki was starting to wrap up the call, going over the details one last time and making sure they were on the same page.
When they finally said their goodbyes and Ruki closed the laptop, Reita exhaled in a shaky sigh, sounding like he hadn't breathed for the entire duration of the call. He kind of felt that way, too, and when Ruki pushed his chair back and he was forced to take his mouth off his boot, Reita looked up with a lust-filled gaze. “How was your meeting, Sir?”
“More difficult than usual, but also more enjoyable.” Ruki tilted his head, studying Reita and beckoning him closer. “Sometimes, I wonder if you need dick more than you need air, with the way you suck like your life depends on it.”
Reita nodded eagerly, moaning when Ruki rolled his eyes. “Thank you for letting me pleasure you, Sir.”
“You're welcome.” He lifted his foot and rested it in Reita's lap, pressing down on his crotch, rubbing his sole over the bulge. When Reita raised his hips to grind against it, he reached out and slapped him, gripping his hair and yanking his head up. “So fucking needy, aren't you? Nothing gets you going like being used as a worthless little cocksleeve.” He leaned over him and spat on his face, and Reita shoved his hands into his lap, squirming deliciously.
“Please, Sir, fuck my throat?” He closed his eyes just in time when Ruki leaned forward again, saliva hitting his skin and sending another delicious wave of shame and arousal through him.
“Is that what you want? You want to finally be able to gag and sputter all you want, moan like a cheap whore around my cock?” Reita nodded, wincing when the firm grip on his hair caused his scalp to sting from the abrupt motion, and Ruki chuckled. “Eager little bitch. Alright, since you want it that badly.” Reita didn't point out that Ruki looked like he needed it just as much as he did, just parted his lips and let Ruki pull him onto his dick, relaxing his throat and moaning shamelessly. Ruki knew he didn't need time to adjust or warm up to it, he spread his legs and shoved him down until his nose was buried in his pubes and he couldn't breathe.
The head of his dick hit the back of Reita's throat, and he instinctively tried to recoil, muscles tensing as he fought off his gag reflex, quickly crossing his hands behind his back to keep them out of the way. Ruki groaned, burying both hands in Reita's hair and holding him down while he choked, coughing around his dick. “Fuck, I love feeling your throat convulse, trying to push me out, even though you're not really resisting. You're just fucking taking it, putting your need for cock, your need to serve over your need to breathe.”
Reita gripped his wrists tightly, pushing back against Ruki's hands and shivering in raw pleasure when he only pushed harder in return, even though Reita was almost shaking now. “You look so miserable, I love it. I'm not gonna stop, even if I have to shove my cock down your unconscious throat until I cum.” Reita whined, his vision going hazy, and Ruki let him up long enough to draw his breath, moaning when he sank back down again almost immediately. “Yeah, you love that, wish I'd make you pass out on my cock, huh?”
He tried to nod, but it was futile, he could do nothing but moan and gag, and now Ruki had started moving his hips, fucking his face with hard thrusts. “Your jaw's gonna be so sore later, your throat's gonna be completely raw. Just talking's gonna hurt, and I bet you'll still beg me to fuck your mouth again, hold you down and use you like a fucking fleshlight.” Ruki tipped his head back, his voice strained, and he had to pause after each sentence to breathe. “Fuck, that's it, slut. Take it, take my cum.”
He held Reita down when he came, sinking back into the chair and moaning like a pornstar, his cum filling Reita's mouth until it spilled over. He couldn't swallow with how deep Ruki's cock was, and cum trickled down his cheeks, his chin, some even dripping out of his nose, but he didn't fight it, just watched the bliss on Ruki's face until it faded to a sated expression. He was hard as a rock, himself, straining against his trousers, and when Ruki pulled him off his cock and shoved his leg between his, he rocked his hips against his shin with a shaky moan.
Ruki watched him grind against his leg for a while, planting his elbow on the arm of the chair and resting his chin in his hand. “The rougher I am with you, the hornier you get.” Reita nodded, eyes half closed, mouth open, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was drooling cum while he rubbed up against Ruki. “You should see yourself. You look drunk. Fucking cock junkie.”
Reita pulled back like he'd been electrocuted, shaking faintly, and Ruki grinned, knowing he'd been about to lose it just from the way he tensed. “May I please cum, Sir?”
Ruki hummed thoughtfully, pursing his lips like he was considering it. The longer he took to answer, the more Reita squirmed, and when Ruki finally uttered a single “No”, Reita just pressed his thighs together and exhaled a shaky sigh. Ruki laughed outright, gripping his hair and pulling his head up, admiring the blissful look on his face despite how much he was clearly struggling to hold back. “Pathetic, desperate little thing. Should I call him back, hm? Should I show staff how depraved you are, rutting against my leg like a mindless mutt because you love sucking my cock so much?”
“Yes, Sir,” Reita mumbled, resting his head on Ruki's thigh and absently rubbing his cheek against it. “Please, degrade me more.”
“Keep grinding.” Reita obediently repositioned himself, pressing up against Ruki's leg and slowly rubbing his crotch against it. His face twisted in concentration, and while it had to be difficult holding back from cumming, he didn't half-ass it or try to cheat. Ruki pressed his fingers into the back of his head, knowing the best way to let Reita know how proud he was of him would be to give him what he wanted. “Are you really so selfish you want me to bother that poor staff member just to satisfy your filthy fantasies? Do you think you deserve that?”
“No, Sir.” The pout was so evident in Reita's tone, Ruki couldn't help but laugh. “Please.”
“You're so fucking greedy. And you look so dumb right now, on your knees, grinding against my leg with my cum dripping down your throat.” He tugged on Reita's hair, tipping his head back and leaning over him so he could watch his hips thrust against the smooth leather. The outline of Reita's dick was visible through his trousers, but his arousal was mostly obvious from how strained his movements were, how unfocused his gaze had become. “You're nothing but a toy.” Reita whined and tried to pull away again, but Ruki held him in place, slapping his cheek hard. “I didn't say you could stop.”
“Sir, please, I nee-” Reita started, but stopped just in time before he landed himself in trouble. Ruki really emphasised the importance of wording when it came to certain phrases. “May I please cum?”
“No.” The grin on Ruki's face grew as he watched Reita battle with himself for a moment, like gasoline on the fire of his sadistic whims. “Actually, you know what? I'll be nice and give you a choice.” The curl of his lips was anything but nice, and Reita watched him warily. “I'll let you jerk off, but only after I leave. You can cum however you want, as long as you clean up after yourself. Or you can stay in subspace and I can keep degrading you, but you don't get to cum at all tonight.”
Reita's thighs clenched around Ruki's ankle, and he stilled for a moment, a low groan spilling past his slick, swollen lips. “Second option, Sir.”
It took Ruki considerable effort to feign a neutral expression, raising an eyebrow at Reita despite knowing his answer wouldn't change no matter what he said. “Sure you don't want some time to consider it?”
“Please, humiliate me.”
“Last chance to change your mind.” Ruki leaned toward his desk, stretching his arm and grabbing a marker, popping the cap off and waving it in the air so Reita could see. “You can still take the orgasm, it's up to you.”
Reita's gaze fell on the marker, before he met Ruki's eyes again, not a hint of doubt in his voice. Not that there ever was. “I stand by my decision, Sir.”
“Of course you do. Sit still for a minute.” Ruki swept Reita's bangs back, holding them out of the way while he started writing on his forehead with the marker. “You like submitting to my will more than you like getting to cum.”
“Also love when Sir denies me.”
“I can tell by the way you moan and shudder when I tell you 'no'.” Ruki sat back with a satisfied grin, capping the marker and tossing it back on the desk, reaching for his phone instead. “Do you know what it says on your forehead?”
“Does it say 'cockslut', Sir?”
“Correct, good boy.” Ruki ruffled Reita's hair, sitting back and opening the camera app. “I'm not going to video call anyone, but I could always take a picture of you and send it to the other members.”
Reita bit down hard on his lip, sitting up straight and looking directly into the lens. “Please.”
Ruki made sure to get Reita's crotch in the frame, snapping the picture and sending it to the group chat so Reita could see the replies later, placing his phone back on the desk. “There, now our friends can see you in your natural element; hard and humping my leg, labelled correctly, cum and drool dripping down your face.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Reita whispered, pressing himself against Ruki's leg and imagining the way the others might react.
“Keep moving those hips, bitch.” Reita moaned at the way he spat out the last word, obviously thirsty for more. Ruki reached down to grab his dick, which was slowly getting hard again just from Reita's eager reactions. “Fuck, you're so blatant. You want me to tell you how you're just a fleshlight, don't you? Just a hole to be used, incomplete without a cock to fill your mouth.” Reita's eyes drifted down to Ruki's dick when he started stroking it. “Eyes up.”
He forced himself to meet his gaze, but his arousal was ramping up again, and just the sight of Ruki like that, legs spread, stroking himself while watching him embarrass himself made it hard to focus. “I don't know if I can keep this up, Sir.”
“Enjoying yourself too much?” Reita nodded, and Ruki raised his foot, pushing him away. “Strip.” Reita was quick to start peeling off layers, folding his clothes and leaving them on the floor, looking up expectantly when he was done. “Stand up, legs spread, hands behind your head.” Reita moved into position, but Ruki didn't give any other orders. He remained in his chair, watching every twitch and shudder of Reita's body, all the while stroking himself lazily.
If Reita had expected the cool air to help calm him down, he was sorely mistaken. Minutes passed, and his dick remained hard, head glistening with precum, despite Ruki not even saying anything. While Reita missed the degrading language and insults from earlier, just the way Ruki watched him made his cheeks heat up and his stomach flutter. Being naked and exposed in front of Ruki like this was shamefully hot in itself.
“I should make you stand in front of the window like that.” Ruki tipped his head to the side as if regarding him, and Reita's breath hitched, but he didn't move. “Let the neighbours see what kind of a pervert you are. What do you think?”
When Reita spoke, it was clear from how breathy his voice was getting that he was barely holding on. “Think you should cuff my hands behind my back, make me wear a ring gag, write 'free blowjobs' on my face, lean me out the window, and close it just enough that I can't get back inside, Sir.”
It was Ruki's turn to moan, the mental image of random pedestrians walking by and seeing Reita like that was incredibly hot. “Yeah? You want that, slut?” His hand moved faster over his dick now, his eyes burning into Reita's. “Wanna blow the whole damn neighbourhood, be a communal fucktoy?”
“Yes, Sir.” Reita was panting along with Ruki, his gaze flitting down to his cock once in a while, but never long enough to be scolded for it. Ruki looked like he was working up to orgasm, and Reita found it hard to remain in that position, his knees buckling with the desire to go down again. “May I suck you off?”
“No.” Ruki laughed at the dejected look Reita gave him, the fingers of his free hand digging into the arm of his chair. “Fuck, I love those puppy eyes of yours so much. You were the one who said you love it when I deny you what you want, remember?”
Reita didn't think he'd be regretting that so soon. “Please, Sir, please use me, fuck my throat.”
“Shut up.” Just then, Ruki had an idea, and he nodded to the pile of Reita's clothes. “Hand me your sock.”
Reita's heart hammered in his chest, but he grabbed one of his socks and crawled over to Ruki with it, holding it out to him. Ruki took it with a devious grin, leaning in close enough to spit on Reita's face, and the moan he got for it was all he needed. He milked his cum into Reita's sock, stroking his dick until he didn't have another drop to give, and Reita watched eagerly, practically squirming in his spot. He parted his lips as wide as he could, groaning when Ruki shoved the cum-soaked sock in his mouth, gripping his legs to keep from touching himself.
“You really like anything humiliating, don't you?” Ruki ran his fingers through Reita's hair, who trembled faintly. “Do I need to cuff you to keep you from touching yourself?” Reita shook his head, whining quietly when Ruki gripped his throat, tipping his head up. “Good, it would probably be difficult making us coffee with your hands on your back.”
Reita nodded, trying to get up so he could obey the implicit order, but Ruki held him down. He tucked his dick back into his trousers, pulling the zipper up and cupping Reita's cheek, feeling the way it bulged. “Such a cute pet you are. If you manage to make a pot of coffee and fix us some snacks without drooling into either, I'll let you take the sock out before we watch TV.” His grip on Reita's throat tightened without warning, his eyes almost glinting, voice dropping to a whisper. “But if I find so much as a drop of your saliva anywhere, I'll tie you down on the couch with a vibrator strapped to your dick for an entire movie, understood?”
Reita could already tell it was going to be a great evening.