SIGYN
So, Nate's first week at Whitefeather, he
fired George. Then he reversed the decision, which I wrote out a headcanon for
... And the boys just revealed something else
The next
morning, George came to work early as Nathaniel had bidden. After making
absolutely sure there was no one else around, he made his way to Nathaniel's
office. He was amazed to see Nathaniel sitting at his desk with his fly open,
already hard and ready for him. His mouth watered as he dropped to his knees
and crawled under the desk, already anticipating the savory taste of Nathaniel
in his mouth. Nathaniel watched him with a glint in his eye, appraisingly, as
if to see if George would actually go through with it.
But he didn't
have to wonder long. George took Nathaniel into his mouth eagerly, perhaps a
little too eagerly, delighted to be offered this privilege. He moaned deep in
his throat; Nathaniel had clearly been anticipating this, too, and George could
taste the salty, delicious beads of precum on him.
Nathaniel
adjusted his position slightly so he could watch George. It felt good, and he
couldn't help but reach down to pet George's hair.
"That's it,
baby," he groaned, "wrap your pretty pink lips around me. You look so
cute with my cock in your mouth."
George flushed
with pleasure at the compliments. He grew more eager still, and it showed in
his technique. He did everything he could to bring pleasure to Nathaniel, and
as the beads of precum became more frequent and tasted stronger, George drew
back slightly, took a breath to brace himself, and took Nathaniel all the way
in, swallowing around him.
Nathaniel's eyes
shot open and he clapped a hand over his mouth as he cried out in pleasure and
surprise! Damn!
"Good,
Georgie," he husked, his hand involuntarily fisting in George's hair,
"I like watching you choke on my cock like that. You like this too, don't
you? You like sitting under your boss's desk having your mouth and throat
filled."
George blushed.
He couldn't deny it. His own cock was straining against his trousers, begging
for release. He loved the way Nathaniel talked dirty to him, loved how
Nathaniel was gripping his hair and forcing him to take eight inches of pure
throbbing bliss, in and out of his throat. He moaned, a strangled little moan
that turned into a soft, sustained hum, and moved his hands to hold Nathaniel's
hips. He looked up adoringly, and they locked eyes for a split second before
Nathaniel came in hot, powerful bursts down his throat.
Nathaniel was
screaming George's name, intermingled with every curse word in the book in at
least three languages. George thought he would melt from the attention. Right
here and now, he decided, he would do anything for Nathaniel, anything at all.
"I love
you," he whispered hoarsely, not intending to be heard, as he licked first
Nathaniel's tip and then his own lips. The corners of Nathaniel's mouth
twitched; had he heard George?
Nathaniel tucked
himself back into his fly and zipped up, perfectly composed. He reached into
his gym bag and pulled out his tank top-- George's breath hitched in his
throat-- then laid it in the chair on the other side of his desk. He brought
the chair around to his side, then turned it so the chair was facing his own.
He snapped his fingers and gestured, and George sat down. Nathaniel resumed his
own seat and gingerly laid a hand towel in George's lap.
George's breath
caught in his throat again. Surely Nathaniel couldn't be asking what George
thought he was asking? Wide brown eyes looked uncertainly into icy blues;
Nathaniel's eyes narrowed slightly and George realized that, yes, Nathaniel did
want to watch him get off. The idea was both thrilling and humiliating, and it
made him want Nathaniel even more.
He pulled
himself out of his slacks and began masturbating, looking away until Nathaniel
leaned forward and gripped his chin. George's eyes widened again, but this
time, he blushingly looked into Nathaniel's face as Nathaniel watched him.
"N-Nathaniel,"
he stuttered out as he got into it. A smirk crossed the other's impossibly
beautiful face, and George's stomach tightened. "Oh--oh, yes,
Nathaniel," he moaned, a little louder. "Fuck, Nathaniel, I love what
you do to me!"
"Did you
like tasting me?" Nathaniel asked, his voice silky soft.
"Ohhhh
yes," George moaned, squeezing himself just a little bit harder as he
continued to stroke, watching Nathaniel watch him. "You taste amazing. I'd
have you every day for breakfast if I could." He didn't know what he was
saying anymore, he was delirious, but damn, he was SO turned on!
"And what
would you do, if you could taste me again?" That same silky, almost
dangerous voice.
"Anything,"
George panted out. "I would do anything for you."
Nathaniel's
smirk widened as he leaned back in his seat. "Cum for me," he
commanded. "Scream my name like the desperate little cum dumpster you
are."
Normally, George
would have objected to being called such a thing, but somehow, right now it
turned him on even more. He did as he was told, releasing on command while
crying out Nathaniel's name over and over again. He saw some of his load hit
Nathaniel's face; luckily, Nathaniel had closed his eyes a split second before.
Shivering
slightly, George boldly leaned forward, crawling into Nathaniel's lap, and licked
Nathaniel's face clean.
"There you
go," he said softly. "Pretty as a picture." Then, without being
prompted, he cleaned up after himself.
Nathaniel opened
his eyes just as George was about to tuck himself back in.
"Wait,"
he commanded. "Stand."
George got back
to his feet, looking at Nathaniel uncertainly.
Looking into his
eyes, Nathaniel slowly ran his tongue over George's exposed cock, making George
gasp in delight. Then, Nathaniel tucked George back in and zipped his trousers.
"Nice,"
he said. "Now, go eat a proper breakfast before you clock in."
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