A gay story: You Suck Warnings: Roleplay, Hate Sex, Office Sex, Exhibitionism, Degradation Kink, Masochism, Humiliation Kink, Mention of Sharing, BDSM, Creampie, Subspace, Rough Sex, Face Stepping, Cumming Untouched, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Public Sex, Power Struggle, Dacryphilia, Negotiated Scene, Switch, Verse, Dominant/Submissive Dynamic, Teasing.
Please note that all characters involved in this story are 18+, and are fully consenting.
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D O R I A N
Standing amidst the dinner guests at the end-of-the-year banquet for Anthem Advertising was bittersweet for Dorian. He had planned most of it, but he was far too on edge to actually enjoy himself. Being the head of advertising at an advertising agency hadn’t come easy for him–he’d worked his way up the hard way. He was a cook at a local diner on the weekends overnight during college, and he was a freelance website developer who worked primarily with small businesses to keep up with the portion of his tuition his scholarship didn’t cover. He had to prove himself to get the position, but at the same time… It’d been mainly by default.
For a while, there was a revolving door of employees and eventually, he’d been the only one left with sufficient experience to take over as head. Because he’d been promoted only because they had no one else to do the job, he felt a strong need to prove himself. He’d always been very goal-oriented, and he was much too proud to accept a half-victory like being promoted just because. So, he kept working and working. Until no one could say he’d not earned the position. He kept his appearance perfect at all times–every suit had to match his socks, his hair was in the same style every day, and he never had so much as a wrinkle in his clothes. By all rights, he was probably what most would consider ‘boring’ and that was fine with him. He wanted to make it to the top, so if he had to hold himself to perfection at all times it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
“Oh, what do we have here?” Dorian rolled his eyes and turned to glare at Silas who was smirking and drinking a glass of bourbon. “Did you actually stay up past eleven? I’m impressed, I was sure you’d be home watching the news in bed with your fifty cats.”
“I’m here, it’s past eleven. Is your joke supposed to be that I act old because the elderly watch the news and have an unreasonable number of cats?” Dorian asked and paused. “Or is it supposed to be funny that you think I watch the news before bed and have fifty cats?”
“I was comparing you to my grandmother, I must admit.” Silas laughed, tipping his head to the side a little. Dorian crossed his arms over his chest and by pure force of will alone, his heart didn’t speed up at the sound of his laugh. By sheer (bad) luck alone, he couldn’t smell the man’s cologne. But, he was standing close enough to him that he could see the specks of gold that littered his brown eyes, the stubble on his cheeks and he could see the scar peeking out of his hairline. Perhaps most annoyingly, this man was somehow above him on the totem pole and managed to come to even special events looking like he’d just gotten out of bed and rolled around in designer clothes.
“Well, some of us have things to do in the mornings,” Dorian said, scowling at him and turning away from him. He couldn’t keep looking him in the eyes. “You could’ve at least buttoned your shirt all the way. You look like you rolled straight out of a brothel.” Dorian snapped. It was true–Silas had a look whenever he’d just orgasmed and unfortunately for Dorian, he’d seen it enough times to recognize it.
“You can button them if they’re bothering you that much,” Silas said with a smirk, and Dorian shot him a look he hoped would make the man drop dead, but no such luck because he only met his eyes and chuckled a little. “Aren’t you quick-tempered tonight? Is someone feeling stressed?” He leaned forward a little, letting Dorian catch another whiff of his cologne. He scrunched up his nose and frowned at him, narrowing his eyes a little. The scent of his cologne was so nice, it smelled like everything that he wanted to be surrounded by, and that annoyed the fuck out of him.
“I’m fine,” Dorian said, sucking in a deep breath as Silas stepped just a little too close to him. His heart sped up in his chest and he felt his cock twitching in his pants. Silas leaned past him to grab a drink off of the table beside him and then leaned away, a knowing little smirk on his face. Asshole.
“It looks like you’re undressing me with your eyes.” Silas laughed. “If you want me to bend you over my desk again, I have no problem doing so,” Silas said halfway under his breath, but even so Dorian’s eyes shot around to see if anyone had heard him while glaring.
“Shut up. I’d rather choke on dry tortilla chips.” Despite him saying it, his heart was speeding up in his chest. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to punch Silas or shove his tongue down his throat. Both would shut him up, at least for a minute.
“That seems unpleasant. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. You couldn’t seem to keep your mouth shut,” Silas paused for a moment and then laughed. “Though that’s not so different from always is it? I must say your much more enjoyable to be around when you’re moaning and begging for more, though.”
“You’re insufferable.” Dorian snapped, and Silas shrugged a bit. “Absolutely infuriatingly insufferable!” Silas smiled, his eyes darkening a little.
“I know, it keeps me up at night.” Silas sighed dramatically, wiping at his eye as if he had the ability to cry. “But really that just sounds like your way of saying ‘please fuck me, master’?” Dorian suddenly felt as if he couldn’t breathe. He hated Silas so fucking much, he was so cocky and sexy and Jesus fuck the way his shirt was clinging to his muscles…
“Just meet me in my office in fifteen minutes and shut the fuck up.” Dorian snapped, turning around on his heels and storming off to his office, and slamming the door behind him. He threw himself down in his desk chair and leaned forward on his desk, resting his head down on it. He was so horny. Why Silas? Why was his heart racing in his chest and his cock straining against his pants? And most importantly, why had he prepared ahead of time for this exact situation?
When the door opened to his office fifteen minutes later, his head popped up and he watched Silas turn the lock on the door. As he walked forward, Dorian caught sight of the smirk on his face and glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest, and stood up from his chair when Silas was in front of him. For a moment, they didn’t really do anything, almost waiting to see who’d make the first move. Dorian moved first, reaching out and grasping the front of Silas’s shirt and yanking him forward, kissing him. It was a little stiff at first, his mouth was hard and unyielding, but then one of Silas’s hands fell to the small of his back and pulled him flush against his chest. And Dorian melted.
His mind shut off and his lips moved against Silas’s with a desperation that he’d absolutely blame on the singular glass of wine he’d had during the meal. He could taste the bourbon on his lips and tongue, and his cologne overpowered his senses and left him feeling desperate. His heart was beating in his chest, the air around them felt thick with desire and he started quickly working his fingers down the buttons of Silas’s shirt, immediately running over his skin as soon as it was opened. Silas’s hands pushed at his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders. Dorian pulled away, his heart hammering in his chest.
“I fucking hate you,” Dorian groaned as he started trailing kisses down Silas’s neck and chest, down over his abdomen, pausing to run his tongue along his happy trail. Silas groaned softly, lust-darkened eyes taking in his every move as Dorian ran his tongue along the v shape leading down into his trousers. Dorian worked the fastenings on Silas’s trousers before mouthing over his cock through his boxers.
“You look like you hate me,” Silas said with a smirk, and Dorian leaned up and bit down into his hip roughly. Silas groaned and threaded his fingers through Dorian’s hair and pulled him up, capturing his lips in a kiss and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Dorian moaned when Silas’s teeth bit down into his lip, a little too loudly. “Now now, you’re going to get us caught,” Silas tsked as he gripped Dorian’s wrist and turned him around, pressing his back against his chest as his hands moved down to his belt, and after opening it, he pulled the zipper of his pants down and let them fall to the floor with his boxers.
Dorian shivered a little as the cold air of his office bit at his skin, his dick twitching in annoyance at the chill. He gasped when he felt something wet and cold hit his hole and his head shot around to watch as Silas tossed a packet away from him with a smirk. “Don’t make a… mess,” Dorian hissed when Silas slipped one of his fingers inside of him. “Fuck,” He gasped, his teeth clenching as he tried to fight back a moan at the feeling.
Silas’s touch felt unnaturally good. No matter who he went to, no matter how they touched him, it never felt as good as when Silas touched him. He took him down to the barest parts of himself and left him exposed and aching, yet his body yearned for him. His mind gravitated to him, even when the man avoided him. He couldn’t escape the desire to touch him–and to be touched by him. The latter was honestly the most worrying of the two. He didn’t mind shoving Silas’s face into a mattress and plowing him–It served him right to have someone put him in his place. But yet, he still craved the feeling of Silas moving inside of him.
“Either fuck me or I’m fucking you!” Dorian growled, pushing back into his hand as Silas worked a second finger inside of him. He tensed and bit down into his lip to silence himself as Silas’s fingers curved and ground against his prostate almost immediately. Silas chuckled behind him as he applied more pressure onto it and Dorian let out a moan as pleasure consumed him for a moment.
“Always so impatient,” Silas said in a taunting voice. “I was doing this for your benefit, but if you feel so adamantly that I should stop, that’s fine. It’s not me who’ll have to figure out how to explain a sudden limp.” Silas said as he leaned over him. Dorian whimpered, muffling it with his hand as his hips started rocking back into his fingers. Silas didn’t bother stopping him, each movement of his hips had Silas’s fingers slipping deeper and deeper into him and he could feel his desperation reaching a boiling point.
“Well then, get a fucking move on!” Dorian demanded, gripping the edge of his desk in preparation. Silas had the gall–the audacity–to laugh and keep working his fingers inside of him. “Are you deaf?” Dorian continued as Silas ran the other hand along the sensitive spot along his lower back, causing him to momentarily lose gravity. “Now!”
“You want me to fuck you so much it makes you look stupid,” Silas tsked under his breath as he pulled his fingers out of his hole and pressed the tip of his erection against his hole. Dorian cried out when Silas snapped his hips forward and filled him in one smooth motion that left him breathless. “Make. Up. Your. Fucking. Mind.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust that sent sparks flying behind his eyes, his blood rushing through his veins. Adrenaline, lust, and euphoria crashed down over him.
“Fuck,” Dorian cried out, biting down on his arm in an attempt to muffle his noises as his eyes darted over to the door as if he could ward people away just by looking at it. Silas was much less concerned with discretion, he wasn’t gentle. Dorian was sure Silas didn’t have a gentle bone in his body, but he was absolutely desperate for him anyway. Every thrust jolted him forward, the fronts of his thighs were digging into his desk, but all he could do was moan and cling to the desk. It felt so good, to the point he worried he might lose his mind entirely. “Harder,” Dorian gasped, his head leaning forward onto the desk as he panted for breath.
“You’re loving this, Dorian. Absolutely gagging for it,” Silas goaded, his fingers digging down into his hips hard enough that Dorian knew he’d have bruises. The noises falling off of his lips were hardly stifled, even with him biting down into his arm hard enough for tears to be prickling at his eyes. Fuck, fuck, someone was going to hear this–“What would your underlings think of this, hm? Seeing you with tears in your eyes and pleas for more coming out of their mouth.” Fuck, the thought of that should horrify him, but it sent a shockwave of excitement straight through him and he cried out a little louder on accident. Silas chuckled and leaned over his back, making his breath catch in his throat as Silas’s hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him up. “What a little slut.”
Dorian should be angry, he should be furious. Silas had no right to call him a slut… and yet, all he could muster was a weak no as his cock pulsed between his legs. The grip around his throat was just enough to make him off balance, he could feel the circulation being cut off and he just sank back against Silas. Silas laughed into his ear, his other hand moving, fingers tweaking his nipples roughly and Dorian moaned at the painful pleasure taking him over.
Silas was way too good at multitasking. Dorian couldn’t keep up. He was far too desperate, desire was coating everything, he could feel Silas’s muscular chest pressing against his back, feel his breath on his neck, his cologne swirling around him and making him feel dizzy. Silas’s quiet sounds in his ear were making his heart race. It felt too good to fight it–the passion, the heat, Dorian wanted him even if he hated him. Which honestly only made him hate him more, but perhaps that was a different problem altogether.
His composure was falling, crashing around him, his hand gripping Silas’s wrist as his moans grew louder as Silas sped up his thrusts. Silas was fucking him so hard, so deep–he couldn’t think. His brain had completely factory data reset, all he could focus on or think about was the way Silas felt inside of him–warm, so hard and thick, he swore it was his only arguably good feature. It was stretching him out and filling him so wonderfully. With every movement of Silas’s cock he was rubbing against his prostate and he couldn’t breathe.
“S-Silas, fuck,” Dorian cried out when Silas pulled out of him and rolled him over onto his back, immediately pushing back into him. “Fuck!” Dorian cried out, his hands gripping Silas’s shoulders as he reached deeper inside of him. Silas smirked down at him and braced himself on the desk by his head and started thrusting himself inside of him harder and faster.
“You’re a messy little slut, look at you,” the end of the statement was punctuated with a thrust that hit his prostate so hard sparks flashed behind his eyes and he was certain he was going to cum. The words made his eyes dart down to his cock and his face heated up. He was leaking all over his chest. For fucks sake, I can’t even deny it, Dorian mentally groaned. It was too good. Silas took one of his legs into his hand and pushed it up to his abdomen and fuck. He just melted.
“Fuck, Silas, please,” Dorian moaned, his back arching up as pleasure took over and he gave in. I surrender, he couldn’t deny it. Not when he was covered in precum with his dick in his ass. Not when the only thing stopping him from being caught was sheer luck. “Harder,” Dorian demanded, digging his nails into Silas’s shoulders in an attempt to motivate him to let go and just wreck him. He wanted it to hurt, he wanted to struggle to sit down so he’d remember this. He wanted it to keep him up, to remind him how he was weak for one person.
Fucking hell, I hate you, Dorian wanted to scream it. But did he even really mean it? He felt it wasn’t quite as accurate as he wanted it to be. Hating him was easier than admitting that he was under his skin, that he wanted to touch him and be touched by him. It gave him an excuse for the passion between them, the spark. It made him able to excuse everything because it didn’t mean anything anyway.
“You are such a little whore, huh?” Silas teased, his hand wrapping around Dorian’s cock and squeezing it. Dorian cried out Silas’s name, his arm falling down over his face. He was supposed to hate him, why did he want him so much? “Louder, Dorian, let everyone know who’s got you whining and whimpering like a little bitch in heat,” Dorian squeezed his eyes shut, his heart speeding up in his chest more as he threaded his fingers through Silas’s hair and pulled it roughly, but he had no rebuttal. As ashamed of it as he was, the words made his cock pulse and leak out precum. It pooled on his stomach and in his belly button a little, and he couldn’t fight off the blush if he had been made to. “Don’t be shy, scream for me. Let everyone know who’s got you bent over your desk begging for dick.” It was continual, the words clouding his mind and making him weaken more.
“F-Fuck off,” Dorian moaned, gasping when Silas put his hand down on his stomach and held him down. “Keep the muscles at bay, hulk,” Dorian demanded, but his words held little meaning. He wanted him to pin him down and fuck him until he cried until he couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck, he wanted this man to destroy him.
“You’re making such a mess,” Silas tsked, leaning over him to look into his eyes. “You’re getting less abrasive, I must be doing a good job,” Dorian glared at him and panted, wiggling his hips a little.
“What are you, my grandpa? Fuck me harder.” Dorian couldn’t give him the satisfaction, couldn’t admit he enjoyed this nearly as much as he did. He was bluffing, pushing. He couldn’t boost Silas’s ego any more than it was already boosted. Silas’s eyes sparked with interest or maybe just sadistic pleasure. Silas smirked, his hand tangling into his hair and he pulled it. Hard. “Fuuuck,” Dorian moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back as Silas’s speed somehow managed to increase. He had no idea where the man’s stamina came from, but he was sorely losing this battle of the wills.
“You sure are quick with the insults but you’re lacking in delivery.” Silas laughed breathlessly and met his eyes with a fiery gaze. “Surely you can do a better job of humiliating me than comparing me to your grandfather? Unless you’ve also been fucking him. In which case, that’s more humiliating for you, isn’t it?” Dorian whimpered, turning his head to bite into Silas’s arm roughly.
“You’re way too coherent right now,” Dorian snarked, and Silas smirked a little.
“I guess that means you should amp up the ante, huh?” Why you fucking asshole… Dorian moved before Silas could stop him, pushing him away from him roughly. He stumbled a bit, giving Dorian the chance to push him down into his office chair and get back onto his dick before he even realized what hit him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Dorian seethed, cutting him off as he put his hands on Silas’s shoulders, holding himself up over him while simultaneously pinning him to the chair beneath him. Silas, the fucking prick, just looked up at him through arousal-darkened grey-green eyes, a knowing smirk tugging up the corners of his lips.
“Oooh, scary,” Silas drawled, his voice laced with sadistic amusement, “What are you going to do now?” The husky, warm honeyed tone he used made Dorian’s heart stutter a bit. “No matter what you do from here, there’s no bad outcome for me.” Silas hummed, raising his hands to grip Dorian’s waist, the grip hard enough to make his breath rush from his lungs.
Fuck, Silas was right about that, Silas never cared either way how things ended up. If Dorian ended up fucking him into his bed while cursing him out, Silas would take it just as happily as he’d give it. There was no way to win. Silas always ended up getting what he wanted from him, either way. Maybe that was why Dorian found his very presence in the same space as him annoying… maybe it simply stemmed from Dorian’s own need to feel above combined with the desire to also be below fighting each other.
Maybe it was just Silas, with his gorgeous face, charismatic personality that both men and women melted to, and the near-constant bedroom eyes that seemed to linger on him just a little too much for him to brush it off. Silas was the exact opposite of him in every way, though on paper when comparing them, they both look about evenly marked. Even down to height and body type, they were both pretty much just average. But fucking Silas… with his honey-hued blonde hair, an all-knowing smirk that made the corners of his eye crinkle, and eyes that felt like they could literally bash straight through every wall Dorian had ever constructed–
Okay, he was getting off the point, here. Dorian let out a groan, frustration, and pleasure swirling through him as he let his head hang forward, his hair hanging down over his forehead. He needed to clear his brain so he could think, but all he could really focus on at the present moment was holding himself still as Silas’s cock pulsed within him.
“So, Dorian,” Silas queried, “What’s your move now, hm? Are you going to be a good boy for me and cum on my cock?” Dorian growled, a groan bleeding into the end of it as Silas pushed his hips up, the grip of Silas’s hands on his hips kept him in place as the length of his cock rubbed against Dorian’s prostate.
“You fucking suck,” Dorian groaned, “Just fuckin’ plow me you shithead,” Dorian demanded, forcing his voice to stay steady as Silas’s hips snapped upward, the pressure against his prostate making sparks flash behind his eyes. “Is that all you’ve got? Losing your touch?” Silas outright laughed at that, one of his hands sliding along the curve of his spine, his fingernails lightly trailing along his skin, just enough to have gooseflesh racing his skin.
“Remember, you asked for this, Dorian,” Silas growled once his fingers reached the back of Dorian’s neck, his fingers tangling into his hair, yanking his head back and causing him to lose balance as he cried out. Silas seemed to fully expect that, shifting his grip, using the distraction to take control back, and lifting both of them out of the chair. Dorian let out a gasp, his legs moving to wrap around Silas’s waist. Before he could really latch onto him, though, Silas was raising him enough for his cock to pull out of him.
Dorian let out a growl, his eyes glaring down at Silas, breathless, too desperate to cum for Silas to be pulling out now. Silas moved quicker than Dorian’s mouth could this time, setting him down on his knees before stepping behind him and following him down. Once Silas was behind him, he roughly pushed him forward, a gasp and a grunt falling from Dorian’s lips one after the other as he caught himself with his hand.
“Asshat,” He seethed, letting out a quiet moan as he felt the head of Silas’s cock pressing against the rim of his hole. Silas blatantly ignored him this time, his hand settling on the back of his head, pushing his face down until it was pressing against the floor.
“Hush and put your hands behind your back,” Silas demanded, the words sending a spark of excitement through Dorian even as he tried to come up with a retort of some kind, his hands still moving to rest behind his back, eyes staring at the door of his office from beneath his desk, light slipping beneath the bottom of it and glaring on the shiny floor of his office. Silas’s hands grasped Dorian’s wrists in one hand, the other going to his hip to steady him as he pressed the tip of his cock against the rim of his hole.
“You’ve said what I’m going to allow, any further comments from you and you’ll sorely regret it,” Silas growled, thrusting his hips forward as he used the grip on his wrists to pull him back toward the thrust, the length of his cock slipping inside of him all the way to the base in one swift plunge. Dorian let out a cry, his eyes rolling back as he felt Silas’s cock bash into his prostate, precum dripping from the head of his cock and down onto the floor below him.
“P-Please,” Dorian managed to choke, his pride not really wanting to let him admit to wanting him to continue. Admitting he wanted this from Silas went against everything he stood for, everything he had spent years reciting to himself every time the devilishly handsome man showed up in his field of vision.
“Mmm, now that’s what I like to hear from you,” Silas muttered. Dorian swore he could hear the smirk in his voice, the slight air of condescending amusement that lingered in the words. Dorian didn’t really have time to call him out for it, though, because right after he said it, he began thrusting his hips forward at a brutal, unrelenting pace, the hand curling around his wrists squeezing tighter as his hips pistoned, pulling his body back to meet each movement.
Dorian tried to hold his composure, tried not to immediately melt into the floor like putty, but the pleasure that was swirling through his body had him feeling fuzzy and ready to do absolutely anything to cum. Fuck, fucking hell, this was why he hated him. He couldn’t stand feeling out of control, even though for some insane reason, sometimes the only relief he could find was when Silas fucked his brain straight into a puddle.
“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dorian cried out, resting his forehead against the floor of his office, feeling pleasure rush through him with every thrust of Silas’s hips, his eyes rolling back as he focused in on the feeling of Silas’s cock moving within him. He wasn’t able to focus on anything other than the power exchange, his brain completely fogging over as he fought the urge to let out a whine, his back arching some without him even thinking.
“See how much easier it is when you just shut your smart mouth?” Silas asked, squeezing his hand around Dorian’s wrists, thrusting forward into him hard enough to make his entire body clench as he felt himself growing close to his orgasm. Dorian found himself moaning his agreement, not even thinking about it, melting below Silas just a little more, his thighs trembling slightly as he tried to fight back the urge to beg.
To beg to cum, to beg for more, he couldn’t really be sure what he wanted exactly. He just wanted something, everything, nothing, fuck he didn’t damn well know. He didn’t handle emotions well, clearly. He was just doing the best that he could to keep from saying something stupid in the heat of passion, not wanting to let the calmness of his mind spread elsewhere, though it was already happening. Slowly, surely.
He could feel it creeping through him like a fog, making him feel tingly in a very specific way, making his joints feel loose. He hated this, and he loved this. He’d become all too accustomed to being fucked by Silas, to fucking Silas, to feeling like this below him, and something entirely different when he was on top of Silas. It was enough to make his head swim. Silas. Fucking Silas. The bastard… Dorian let out a moan as Silas yanked him back to meet his thrust halfway, his eyes rolling back as pleasure zinged through his body and made his fuzzy brain go haywire.
He could feel Silas’s length as it moved within him, relentless and rough, each one jolting his body slightly, though the strong grip around his wrists was holding him mostly in place. He couldn’t think, thoughts jumbled and incoherent, laced with unimportance. Everything felt somewhere between oversaturated and undersaturated, though he wasn’t wholly certain how that even worked and he was the one who thought it. Nothing made sense when he was like this… and maybe he… kind of, maybe, liked that.
It made him feel so out of control in the best ways possible, his brain and body melted beneath Silas. He hated this, he loved this, he wanted nothing more than this.
“Such a whore for cock,” Silas goaded, the all-too-familiar biting tone that slipped into his voice had Dorian’s cock pulsing. “Can’t even keep your mouth shut with a dick stuffed inside you, huh? Feels good, doesn’t it, Dorian?” Dorian let out a weak moan, his body trembling slightly as he tried to hold himself back from his orgasm, his eyes rolling back. He let out a groan, his mouth falling open, his back arching more.
The next thrust of Silas’s hips was angled slightly, and when the head of it bashed into his prostate, Dorian completely melted into a tiny little puddle. He let out a loud cry, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip in an effort to silence himself, eyes darting wildly toward the door of his office. He couldn’t help but be nervous, though the party was going on quite a distance away. How long had they been gone?
Probably too long, but Dorian couldn’t be fucked, honestly. All he wanted was to cum, everything else be damned. He was going to cum, oh god, he was so fucking close.
“H-Harder,” Dorian managed to gasp out as Silas pulled his hips back, a whine falling from between his lips as he felt Silas pull out of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassment washing over him as it registered to his brain that he’d whined but there was nothing to old his momentary clarity in place so that thought slipped from his mind almost as soon as he’d thought it. “Please, please,” Dorian whispered, his cheeks flushing brightly as Silas chuckled from behind him.
“Shh, shh, now,” Silas grumbled, releasing his arms before shifting his weight, bringing one of his feet up to nudge Dorian’s head over, pinning him into place with a sadistic grin on his face. “Be a good little whore and take what I give you,” Dorian let out an annoyed noise, he swore his cock didn’t twitch a little in response to the words, nor did a line of precum leak out of him. He swore. Silas turned his lower half, resting his side against the cold floor. “Pull your legs up more, show me your hole.” Dorian moaned, his knees pulling up to his chest thoughtlessly, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip a little desperately, trembling.
“Please, Silas,” Dorian pled softly, his voice shaking and tight, “I’ll be good, want to cum, can I cum?” Silas snorted, shaking his head.
“You’ll wait until I decide you deserve it,” Dorian let out a groan, his head swimming as he melted down below Silas, feeling his cock beginning to tease the rim of his hole. His brain was a mess, all he wanted was Silas back inside of him. “You’re so loud,” Silas scolded, his hand coming down onto Dorian’s left ass cheek hard enough that it made tears prickle at the corners of his eyes, a moan forcing its way from his lips as pleasure washed over him. “What if someone hears you, comes looking, and catches you drooling on the floor with my cock inside of you?” Dorian let out a moan, shaking his head.
“Tsk tsk, such a whore… but you’ve got a damn nice ass. I bet at least a couple of them would want a chance with you,” Dorian gasped out a cry as Silas suddenly thrust into him fully, deeply, so roughly that it jolted him a bit even pinned into place.
“N-No, they… f-fuck,” Dorian cried as Silas immediately began thrusting his hips forward, setting a breakneck pace that had Dorian’s prostate taking an absolutely brutal beating. Each time the head of his cock made contact with it, sparks flickered behind Dorian’s eyes, and his body tensed from trying to hold back his orgasm. He was dangerously close, sinking into the pleasure without a moment of hesitation.
“They would,” Silas taunted, “Any cock will do for little whores like you, hmm?” Dorian let out a groan, his eyes flooding with tears as he tried to fight back his orgasm desperately, “They’d probably like you better this way, such a good boy, taking exactly what he’s given.” Dorian was too far gone, he couldn’t fight it.
“I-I can’t, I can’t hold it, fuck, fuck, I can’t hold it,” Dorian sobbed out, his entire body clenching as Silas’s cock collided with his prostate, knocking him straight into his orgasm. He couldn’t fight it, he couldn’t help it, there was fuck-all that he could do to stop it.
The pleasure surged through him like lightning, every cell in his body vibrating erratically as his neglected cock pulsed out line after line of cum between his legs and his chest, some dripping down onto the floor. He couldn’t think, everything was so far away, all he knew was he was absolutely lost to the pleasure and wanted more. So much more. He needed more.
“Damn whores,” Silas grumbled, bringing his hand down on Dorian’s ass roughly, sending a shock through him as he felt the slap of his palm against his bare ass. This time, Silas put strength behind it, it wasn’t just a light smack and it had Dorian melting beneath him. He hated that he loved this, but he was so addicted to it what the hell could he do at this point? He had tried fighting it, he’d tried hating him… maybe that wasn’t effective.
“A-Ah, Silas, Silas, I’m sensitive!” Dorian gasped as Silas wrapped his hand around Dorian’s softening cock, his hips still thrusting relentlessly. Dorian let out a cry, his eyes rolling back into his hand as Silas began jerking him off, pinpricks of overstimulation rushing through him in waves as Silas pinned him in place.
“You wouldn’t be if you were a good boy,” Silas tsked, the stern tone in his voice making Dorian’s body vibrate as he let out a breathless moan. “You love this shit, look at you, even after jizzing you’re like a bitch in heat.” Dorian would deny it if he weren’t so senseless right now, but even then… Silas might still have a point. He just wasn’t able to care about that right now. Maybe when he was limping around the business party later trying to hide his discomfort he’d begin to care. Currently, nothing was registering but how damn good he felt.
Dorian let out a sob as Silas twisted his wrist while jerking him off, the thrusting of his hips never faltering, his entire body screaming at him from the painful pleasure. He could hear nothing but the sounds he was desperately trying to muffle and skin slapping skin, so loud that it was somewhat covering his noises. He didn’t know whether to be grateful for that, or more worried, but he didn’t have the brain processing power to even think about that right now.
“Y-You’re an asshole,” Dorian sobbed, tears sliding down his face, his eyes rolling back as his back arched, his body trembling. He was twisted in ways he really wasn’t too fond of, but given the position had some benefits, he was able to overlook his aching back if it meant Silas fucking him into oblivion like this. Silas laughed at that, applying more pressure with his foot on the side of Dorian’s face, angling the thrust, and slamming his hips forward so hard that it punched a sob out of his mouth again.
His cock had gone from severely neglected to over-stimmed in seconds and he kind of wanted to pull his hair out. He felt as if he were going to go insane, his entire body tingling and sparking with pleasure, sensation bursting at the seams of his very being. He was so so dizzy, so lightheaded, the pleasure was so much, and as much as he hated Silas, he also didn’t. He confused even himself, sometimes, but that didn’t even matter right now. Nothing matters more than the pleasure he never wanted to escape from, the fire-hot passion he really wanted to burn in. It was intoxicating, exhilerating, to hate someone and love someone in the same breath.
“An asshole you really love to have buried inside of you,” Silas taunted, his fingers roaming along the cheek of his ass, dipping down toward his hole. Dorian let out a moan when he felt Silas’s fingertips brush along the rim of his hole. “Such a little cock dumb slut, Dori. Look so much sexier when you’re sobbing, you like being stuffed full, huh?” Dorian moaned again, his cheeks burning slightly.
“Don’t you, Dori?” Silas goaded, and Dorian groaned, not able to say yes so he just fucking tried to nod his head. He was so far gone, he wasn’t even thinking anymore. He loved this, loved this so fucking much and he loved Silas and he wanted to cum again, oh god, he felt like he might be getting close again.
“Mm, listen to yourself,” Silas teased, leaning forward a bit, applying more pressure to his cheek. Dorian squeaked a little, his cheek pushing harder into the hard floor. He really needed to consider getting a carpet if this was going to be such a common occurrence. Fuck, he just thought about that like he wanted this to happen again, and he really wanted to say he didn’t plan for this to ever happen again, but… he kind of wanted it to even as he thought it.
“I want to cum,” Dorian moaned, half out of it, his free hand reaching out to pull at his honey-colored hair, pulling at it with a desperate cry of pleasure. He was so overstimulated he didn’t know if he was actually close or if he was just so sensitive that it felt like it, but he was too content to care. He felt like he’d lost all sense at this point, where was his pride? His sense of self? Gone, poof, goodbye.
Now he felt like nothing, and maybe… just maybe… he liked that. The weight of his responsibilities fell away, his body limp and pliant, mind empty. He didn’t have inhibitions, thoughts, fears, not seriously, at least. And… Maybe that was relieving in some way or another. He didn’t have to worry. The social constructs shattered to pieces around him, pride unnecessary when he didn’t have the weight of appearances hanging over him.
“S-Silas,” Dorian moaned, his eyes rolling back as his fingers pulled at Silas’s hair desperately.
“That’s better, hmm? Finally, giving in to me, Dori? Gonna let me take care of you?” Dorian moaned thoughtlessly, his head nodding beneath Silas’s foot as he gripped tighter onto Silas’s hair, tugging at it desperately, his teeth sinking down into his bottom lip to keep from pouting. “Mmm, good boy, pull your legs up more,” Dorian let out a whimper and pulled his legs up to his chest more, the thrusting of Silas’s hips so constant and steady that Dorian couldn’t keep track of every one of them when the waves of pleasure combined with them.
The feeling of Silas’s cock moving along the sensitive walls of his insides had his eyes rolling back, his body jerking slightly as he tried to keep from letting out the scream that was desperately trying to claw its way to his mouth. They would certainly be caught then. He gasped as Silas’s grip tightened around his cock to the point that it made him squeak.
“Pay attention,” Silas demanded, only pushing him closer, deeper into the fog. “You want to cum for me, Daring D?” Dorian moaned, pushing his hips back as much as he could, trying to get Silas deeper, more, he wanted to feel him moving within him when he finally managed to make his way up the elevator to his apartment and stumble into bed. He was going to be sore as hell, but he had no regrets.
“W-Want to,” Dorian groaned, his hand pulling at the hair he was grasping. “Can you go harder? Please?” Silas smirked in response, giving him a heated look that made his blood heat up, his hips movements going harder, hard enough that each one made his back ache just the slightest bit, but it wasn’t enough for him to complain. Not when it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to remember every moment of this.
“That’s what I want to hear,” Silas groaned, his hand stroking along the length of Dorian’s cock, his grip loosening enough for Dorian to shudder as he felt the faint remnant of the much rougher grip lingering on his skin. “Look how happy you get when you’re sufficiently fucked, just like a good little whore. Taking the boss’s cock, huh? I guess you want a promotion, huh?” Dorian whined, his eyes rolling back as he choked on a moan, tears streaking hotly down his cheeks, mouth agape. He could feel the little puddle of drool forming beneath his cheek now, the realization made his fuzzy head feel just a little bit blanket.
“N-Ngh… no!” Dorian managed to get out, prompting Silas to chuckle. Dorian didn’t miss the slight hitch in his breath or the pulsing of his length within him, the combination made his heart stutter in his chest. He didn’t want a promotion, he didn’t rightfully know what exactly he wanted, but he knew it wasn’t that. He just…
“Oh, so you’ll just take any cock then?” Dorian cried out as he brought his hand down to cover his mouth with his hand in an attempt to silence himself, his eyes rolling back into his head as he shook his head desperately.
“N-No,” Dorian gasped, “Ngh, no, only yours, harder, please,” Silas groaned, his hips rutting forward and stalling slightly before he continued on, his cock pulsing, Dorian could practically feel how close he was to cumming and it sent happiness flooding through him in his haze. He thoughtlessly started clamping his muscles around the length of Silas’s cock, his body trembling as he relished in the pleasure that was encompassing him. He felt like he was flying, sinking, falling, but he wasn’t strong enough to care about that right now.
“Only mine?” Dorian moaned in response, his eyes rolling back as he tried to collect himself, his head swimming. He just, he was so close he had no idea what was holding him back from cumming. Well, logically, probably that he’d only just cum, but he wasn’t in the headspace to think about that. Right now, everything was hazy and disjointed, the reason didn’t matter as much as the experience itself did and the experience itself felt really good.
“Wanna cum,” Dorian slurred out, his hand falling down from Silas’s hair to grip the thigh that rested beside him. Bringing one of his knees up more, Dorian managed to pull his foot from between Silas’s leg and his body, resting the sole of his foot on Silas’s thigh. This time when Silas’s hips thrust forward Dorian’s eyes flew open a choked moan falling from his lips as liquid fire raced his spine.
Everything around him fizzled away, the world narrowing down to the feeling of Silas’s cock buried inside of him, his orgasm ripping through him with the strength of a tsunami. He could barely think, or breathe, nothing existed except for the pleasure that was absolutely wrecking him. He was so out of it, all he could do is gasp as he felt Silas’s hips movements stutter, the feeling of his cum flooding his body only making his haywire brain go a little more fuzzy and out of focus.
“Good boy, you took it so well, Dori-o, you’re so good,” Silas moaned, making him moan in response, thoughtless, his body melting more as Silas finally slowed to a stop, his foot leaving the side of Dorian’s face. Dorian blinked, staring out sightlessly at the wall, grunting in response to something Silas said that he couldn’t quite make out, his vision blurring at the edges. Every inch of his body felt alive still, felt so stimulated that it had him twitching slightly. He felt so heavy as he lay there, he didn’t even try to reposition himself though the position was definitely not the most comfortable one he could’ve ended up in.
For what felt like a long time, but what in reality only a few short minutes, Dorian just lay there drooling on the floor, his body curled up and limp on the floor. He was so relaxed he couldn’t even begin to process his location, the chance of getting caught, or anything else. All he could do is let the release from reality give him a moment of peaceful serenity.
“Oooooh Dori-ooooo,” Silas sang playfully as he slid up behind him, nuzzling into the back of his neck, prompting Dorian to moan and shake his head thoughtlessly. He wasn’t ready for that lulling voice to lead him back yet, just a few more minutes. “Daring D,” Silas purred into his ear, his tongue snaking out to run along the shell of his ear teasingly.
Dorian let out a moan, his aching cock twitching between his thighs, his body so overstimulated that every little touch of Silas’s body had him melting into it without a thought.
“Mmm, that’s it, Baby, c’mon,” Silas murmured, his hand running along his side tenderly, fingers taking care to very lightly run along the ridges of his ribcage, chest pressing forward into Dorian’s back. “Open them pretty blue eyes for me, lemme see ’em,” Dorian let out a huff, shaking his head as he focused on the feeling of his cheek. He could still feel the pressure from where Silas had rested his foot on it, and the dull reminder made his body fight to sink deeper into the fog.
“Doriooo, my little Doritoooo,” Dorian snorted at that, even in his haze not able to fight back the laugh that tried to force its way from his mouth. Finally giving in, only so he could give Silas shit, Dorian let his eyes pop open.
“I really do hate you,” Dorian rasped, putting his hand on the floor beside him in an effort to move at least a little. Silas chuckled at that, his hand reaching up to wrap around his, pinning it into place. Dorian tried to keep his brain clear, but if he were being honest, he’d never really had a clear brain to begin with so he was not successful.
“Yea, yea,” Silas answered, “Then get outta my bed at night, blanket hog,” Silas teased, pressing a kiss to the tip of his ear. Dorian groaned, letting his head lull to the side as Silas pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “We’ve gotta get you cleaned up and then I’ve gotta turn back on the cameras, Dori, can you get up for me, babe?” Dorian grunted in response, his eyes darting up to look at Silas from over his shoulder.
“Maybe,” Dorian replied, pausing slightly for dramatic effect, “If your thick ass wasn’t holding me down. Get the fuck up then bitch at me, Fucker,” Silas laughed, shaking his head as he pulled away, landing a smack on Dorian’s left ass cheek as he managed to push himself up off of the ground, his body still shaking slightly. “Fucks that for?”
“Bein’ a bitch, Dorito,” Silas said, smirking as he offered Dorian a hand. Dorian stared at it for a moment before taking it, somewhat begrudgingly, and letting Silas help him up off of the floor. “I’ve gotta go cut the cameras back on before the security guy gets back from the errand I sent him on.” Dorian groaned, resting himself back against the edge of the desk.
“You didn’t,” Dorian said, and Silas shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, my Doritos a little freak who wants to fuck at work events,” Silas pointed out, “So, I being the ever-diligent and accommodating lover that I am, made it happen. Maybe I sent the security guy out on an errand to grab more security cameras from the main office which is an hour away one way with traffic. So, be a little more grateful to your lover.” Dorian rolled his eyes.
“You’re so fucking insufferable, Silas,” Dorian sighed, bringing his hand up to rest on the bridge of his nose. “Go turn the cameras back on, you moron,” Silas cackled, his head tilting slightly as he winked at him.
“Next time you wanna fuck me?” Silas teased and Dorian glanced up at him, nodding his head.
“I’ll wreck you thrice as hard as you wrecked me,” Dorian responded, and Silas laughed, smirking as he nodded his head.
“Fantastic, back to your usual self I see,” Silas drawled playfully, “I’ll be back. Stay where you are.” Dorian nodded his head, watching as Silas walked out of the room, dress clothes somewhat ruffled. Even with the cameras off, Silas’s appearance was pretty telling. Dorian smirked to himself and let his head fall back as he laughed to himself. Silas was about crazy, but Dorian… well he didn’t mind that.