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The presidential suite on the highest floor was always reserved under a renowned top executive’s name. His reservations were listed around one to two nights a week, coincidentally almost always on a Friday.
The men at the front desk recognized his name and his face -they weren’t that difficult to remember. As soon as he entered through the front doors, all prim and dressed and exuding an air that screamed terrifying wealth, no time was wasted. Since the sky had been painted dark and the hands of the clock approached night time, the men in charge had been awaiting his arrival. All their guest needed to do was walk up to the front desk, take the key card waiting for him on a gold plate, then head to the elevator. Rarely was there ever a delay to the quick and smooth transaction. Despite the polite smile on his face and the pleasantries he spoke, they could tell he was a man who hated waiting.
The reason wasn’t that difficult to guess after seeing the fellow tall and handsome man who was consistently his sole company each visit.
Kyomoto Taiga was a man who preferred to spend his hours of respite in luxury. And his leisure is only complete when a certain dark-haired secretary was up with him all night playing in their little suite.
Matsumura Hokuto, his ever-reliable personal assistant, was known to always be fixed, stern, and stoic in his work, carrying himself in a way that repelled others away with the intimidating air he stood in. The moment they step into their room, however, all this flows down the drain when Taiga pushes him down the couch and sucks on his neck.
Taiga was aware that the hotel staff had an inkling of what their purpose was every weekend and he chuckles inside when he pretends he doesn’t see the ladies at the front grinning at their arrival. They could think what they want, he really didn’t care. He was the one spending his Friday night with his cock in his lover’s mouth, and truthfully, he had no shame.
All the lights in the suite were turned off. The only source of illumination they received was from the moon and the city lights reflecting outside the window, but it was enough to see each other’s bodies and pleasure-ridden faces. Taiga slumps on the leather, his fingers tangled in Hokuto’s hair and guiding him as he sucks on his cock. His mouth is open the whole time putting zero effort to hold back his moans. There was no need to when he knew they drove Hokuto on -he could feel the way the tent in his pants grew harder with his toes lightly pressed as a tease.
He had been waiting the whole day to finally get Hokuto’s lips to enclose him where it truly mattered. The long meeting this afternoon had been hell to him as he watched his pretty mouth move as he spoke on his behalf. Then there was Hokuto’s torturous idea of removing his suit jacket, merely wearing his dress shirt that was folded just below his elbows and doing a damned good job accentuating his broad shoulders and toned chest. The meeting goes in one ear and out the other. Taiga was too busy imagining the tie around Hokuto’s neck binding his wrists as he was bent over the table. They've done it before in his private office and he'd like to do it again, he thought. Then the rest of the hour, he was picturing how they would play with their little evening ‘date’ once they arrived in the hotel. Once everything ended and they finally did step into the lobby, Taiga thought, thank god it was a Friday; they could fuck all night without interruptions.
Taiga lightly twists his foot and Hokuto gasps, the vibration from his throat sending thrills up Taiga’s spine. “Goddamn…” he sighed, eyes rolling back as Hokuto’s tongue laps him, tracing his shape from the base up to his flushed tip. Soon, Hokuto’s grip which was damp and slicked with a mixture of spit and precum follows the rhythm in which his head bobs up and down. At the mercy of Hokuto’s fist, Taiga's toes curl at the twisting motions he did as he stroked him firm and full. Then in the split-second that Hokuto pulled away to gasp for air, he doesn’t dare to compromise his boss’s pleasure as he uses his other hand to swirl over his tip.
Like a man starved, Hokuto returns to engulf his arousal down to the base in one smooth motion and he gags when Taiga’s tip hits the back of his throat, but he doesn’t draw back. His eyes water at the size of Taiga twitching in his mouth and sliding in the deepest it could, and he growls when the fingers in his hair tug on him harshly. “So good, Hokuto…” Taiga sighed, struggling to keep his eyes open to watch the man below him so worked up and excited. Inside that warm and wet mouth, Hokuto’s tongue tasted him greedily, coaxing forth the precum from his slit when he laps up to play with his tip.
Body craving for more, Taiga raises one leg up and braces it against the couch. Without warning, he steadies Hokuto’s head through the fingers laced in his hair and thrusts his hips upward, earning himself the sweet sound of Hokuto choking on his cock. “Ahh…” Tip hitting the farthest it could, Taiga arches in ecstasy. Once he loosens his hold, Hokuto backs away and coughs violently, breathing desperately for air.
“Sorry, was I too rough?” Taiga asks, leaning down to kiss Hokuto’s forehead in apology.
“..No. Just caught off guard,” Hokuto admits, his voice low and raspy through his coughs. Taiga gently massages his throat and plants kisses all over his face, apologizing one more time in a hushed tone. “I couldn’t help myself when you were sucking me so good,” Taiga confesses unashamedly, adding hints of praise that riled Hokuto up.
Meeting Hokuto's lustful gaze, the pale glow from the moon makes his eyes and wet lips shine enticingly. With his thumb, Taiga wipes away the drool trailing at the corner of his mouth. Messy , he thinks. So different from the Hokuto in the office who was always so intense and diligent with his work.
In the silence, the sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper pulling down, and the rustling of clothes echo in the living space. Still on the floor, Hokuto shifts to pull his pants off to finally free his filling cock from its restraints, his leaking tip glistening and asking to be touched.
"Taiga?" Hokuto murmurs, cheek pressed on Taiga’s inner thigh and his voice throaty from the abuse of his throat. The sound of a bottle cap popping open echoes around the room, immediately followed by a wet, slicking sound down below that made Taiga’s cock ache. "I wanna fuck you standing. Over there." Hokuto points toward the floor-to-ceiling window and Taiga smirks at his bold request.
“It’s a good thing we’re high up,” he jokes.
“No one will see with the lights off,” Hokuto says, then he pauses. “Unless you want to be seen, then…”
Taiga laughs at the uncertainty pulling Hokuto’s lips into a frown, then he cups his face in endearment. “Only you get to see me like this,” he purrs, hands smoothing down Hokuto’s bare chest. “And only I get to see you like this,” he adds, finger teasing an erect nipple.
Hokuto shivers, a tiny gasp escaping his lips. “I want to be inside you. Now,” he groans, voice sultry and dripping with impatience.
When Hokuto rises to his feet, Taiga bends down to press a kiss on his knees, knowing they were sore from kneeling on the floor all this time. Lovingly, he caresses the back of his knee and makes his way up his thigh. Feeling firm muscle and soft skin, he reaches the shapely globe of his ass and gives it a squeeze. Then he stands up from the couch and leads Hokuto to the window where the view of the city at midnight presents itself in a myriad of sparkling lights and grand structures.
Delicate hands resting on the glass, Taiga looks further down in wonder, thinking about how high up they were. For the past six months, they’ve reserved this room every Friday night -sometimes, even up to Saturdays if they were that horny- but Taiga never really bothered with the view outside their suite. Not like he would rather focus his attention elsewhere when his eyes were solely fixed on Hokuto all the time. Nonetheless, it was an intriguing scenery that fascinatingly brought a chill up his spine. He wonders about that.
To the right of his view, he locks eyes with Hokuto through his reflection on the glass. Even through there, the lust looming in his eyes was unmistakable. Hokuto presses his chest against his back, and he rests his chin on his shoulder, his curious hands exploring his heated skin. His touch descends to the bone of his hip, and it curves around his ass, finding the puckered hole that should be already stretched, wet, and ready for him.
On the way from their office, Taiga had already prepared himself in the car while they were delayed by the usual Friday traffic. At the passenger seat, Taiga was writhing as he lubed himself up and stretched himself. When Hokuto wasn’t steering the wheel, or while the traffic light was stuck on red, he’d reach over and join Taiga’s fingers, slicking his own up and prodding into his hole until he slips inside as deep as he could from his angle. Digits curl within him and rub against his walls, but when the light turns green, Hokuto pulls his fingers out and focuses on the road; Taiga curses at the emptiness and he sinks in his seat, loathing that he had to wait until they arrived at the blasted hotel.
The only thing consoling him was the sight of Hokuto’s bulge between his legs, clear and evident even in the darkness; being the tease he was, he gave him a little sense of relief and palmed him through his pants. They hated wasting time, and while a little foreplay was always good, they got so impatient soon after to be prepping and slowing down their momentum. Taiga wasn’t one to appreciate delayed gratification; when he’s craving for Hokuto’s cock in his ass, then he’ll get it the instant he wants it.
The tip of Hokuto’s hardness prods at his entrance and he sighs on the glass, bracing himself as Hokuto pushes in and slips inside deeper, inch by inch, stretching his walls with all his girthy glory. Once fully sheathed, Hokuto kisses the back of his neck, inhaling deeply to capture Taiga’s sweet smell that simultaneously calms him down and works him up. He pulls back slowly only to snap his hips up, causing the man in front of him to gasp in surprise.
A hand grips on Taiga’s cock and pleasures him back to full hardness, matching the rhythm of his hips with his strokes until his precum collects on his hands. Lewdly, Hokuto brings his coated fingers to his mouth, making a show of licking the fluids from his slender digits and sucking them up through his image on the window. Breathing heavily in anticipation, Taiga grunts when Hokuto releases his fingers with a wet pop. Then Hokuto slides his fingers along the curve of his jaw and slips them between his lips, invading Taiga’s mouth and playing with the wet hot cavern.
“Hoku…” trailing off into a moan, Taiga arches against Hokuto’s body when the man thrusts his hips at a steady pace, in and out, deeper and deeper. Flushed and elated, he pants hot and heavy breaths on the fingers in his mouth. When his fingers are fully coated with saliva, Hokuto pulls them out, a wet strand connecting them glistening then splitting apart as he lowers his hand back down to dampen and play with his cock once again.
“Bend down a little,” Hokuto whispers to his ear, and Taiga nods, bracing himself against the glass and doing as he’s told. The sight of Taiga naked and bent over, exposing the dips of his back highlighted by the shadows -it did nothing but to fuel Hokuto’s needs. Once more, he draws back to the tip and slams in hard, the force compelling Taiga to cushion his head with the back of his hand in case he bumps his head on the glass from Hokuto’s thrusts.
Gradually, Hokuto speeds up his pace and his thrusts turn more frantic. He searches for the perfect angle and curses under his breath when he immediately finds the spot that rewards him with a high-pitched moan.
“Fuck..yes..there-!” Taiga demands and soon, he was moving back on his own to meet his thrusts. The room echoed with slick strokes, skin slapping, and fervent grunts, and it was a good thing that they were one of the only ones in the floor; but whether or not they were alone, neither of them could care about stifling their moans and toning it down. They’d let the whole floor hear that they were having the night of their fucking lives, and they’d do it with zero shame.
Taiga never thought he’d get his ass rammed while overlooking the city, and the thrill of getting pressed on the window while he couldn’t see the bottom was making his cock impossibly harder. They were pretty high up that it would be difficult for anyone to see their debauched state even with the lights on. A hard thrust to his prostate drives him forward that he almost bumps his head on the glass. Fuck. All of this felt too good and it was driving him crazy. He wasn't afraid of heights. Falling down the highest floor mid-fuck should be a good way to go right? Right? Taiga laughs under his breath. Fuck me , he thinks. Hokuto's cock up his ass was working wonders to his sanity.
Taiga was thankful that the hands on his hips were keeping him up and balanced or he’d collapse from his weak and shaking legs. A hard thrust causes his knees to buckle, and Hokuto immediately wraps his arms around his waist to prevent him from dropping to the floor. Gently, he lowers both of them to the ground so they were now propped on their knees.
Making sure Taiga was settled and okay, Hokuto continues and drives deep into him. Taiga shouts, the head of Hokuto’s cock instantly aiming at the perfect spot. He begs for more, more, more, and Hokuto eagerly gives him what he wants, rocking back and forth into Taiga’s body that clamped so deliciously tight around his shaft. Panting, Taiga watches as his breath fogs the glass, his view of the city blurring and turning into mere specks of light. Through half-lidded eyes, he looks up to find Hokuto’s reflection and he melts at the intensity of his gaze. Shit, he wasn’t gonna last any longer.
In the end, Hokuto comes first. He bends down to bite on Taiga’s shoulders to muffle a choked cry and Taiga feels his body tense up like violin strings when he fills him up, splashing hot white inside his clenched hole. Not even giving himself time to catch his breath and reorient himself, Hokuto snakes his hand over to grasp his cock and strokes him hard and full. Overstimulated, Taiga writhes in Hokuto’s hold and his fingers claw futilely on the glass. With his eyes squeezed shut, his climax slams hard into him like he had just fallen down the building, and with a loud cry, he comes long and hard, thick spurts spilling onto the floor and his own chest.
Like a puppet cut off from its strings, Taiga slumps down on the floor, not caring that he was probably laying on his own cum. Senses muddled from his high, his eyes are dazed when he stares at the first thing he sees which is the moon outside, clear and bright and no longer partly obscured by clouds.
Hokuto joins him on the floor, resting his head on Taiga’s chest where he could feel his hammering heartbeat. He tilts up a bit to kiss along Taiga’s collarbone to help soothe him in his afterglow.
“Hey,” Hokuto starts, his voice soft and breathy.
Taiga rips his gaze away from the moon and tucks his chin to look at his partner draped all over him. “What is it?”
“Are we reserving tomorrow night too?” Hokuto asks.
Taiga runs the question in his mind, considering. He smirks deviously. “Depends on your performance in bed tonight, baby.”
The night was still young and they were far from done. With the city lights still bright and flashing, their bodies dance in the sheets, alive and sparking with white-hot desire.