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If the room wasn't already this silent, Thoma would've rushed out to break from such thick tension but really, he couldn't. It would be terribly rude to do so.
But he does.
He stands up, takes his basket with several cleaning supplies and makes his way to the door, only to be stopped by—
"Thoma"
His name reverberated through his entire system as the root of that voice sat on the desk with paper scattered across, his hand diligently signing and noting. The very voice that shatters Thoma's whole being, allowing this Mondstadtian to crumble to his knees and grow vulnerable to everything the man has for him.
Kamisato Ayato. Current head of the Kamisato clan. Graceful and anything correlating to perfect. He can smile and act like everything is doing good. He can put on a show for everyone else and stop it all at once with just his presence. He was domineering in level towards the rest of the people in this house but besides all that, he's a great brother, even if he couldn't always be here for his sister and only Thoma knew that. However, something else that only Thoma knew is how he really is. Beneath such a perfect and idealistic facade lay a sadistic and... Inappropriate individual. Perverse in nature but shameless about it. For who? Thoma. Only for Thoma himself.
Thoma hums. "Yes..?" He turns around to face the man, holding up the best smile that he could, perfectly knowing with the mere tone of his voice that the man was up to no good.
"Do you have anything else to do after this?"
"None that I know of! Why?"
Ayato makes a gesture for Thoma to come forward, in which he does but a bit slower than usual. Every step felt like it was being dragged, slowly as his foot landed against the wooden boards.
"Remove your pants"
Thoma stutters, glancing at the Kamisato head, eyes looking dead straight at him.
"Remove your pants" he repeats and Thoma tries to chuckle out but quickly regrets.
"Did I say something funny?"
"N—no, I was just—"
"Then proceed. You wouldn't dare disobey me, would you? I'm sure you know the consequences of disobeying the head of the Kamisato clan"
His hands stop with his work, allowing his body to lean into the desk and rest his chin on his palm, gazing at the now flustered blonde.
He's quiet when his hands let go of the basket, carefully removing things that dangled on his waist, together with his belt and a few sashes. Then, off with his trousers.
Shaky hands slid past his legs as he tosses the articles of clothing to the side, sucking in his breath before squeezing his legs together.
"Turn around"
Thoma swallows but he slowly does, feeling the breeze brush past his naked lower regions. How he shivered at the slightest winds sent goosebumps to him but also the man sitting by the desk.
"How cute" Ayato smiles and pats his laps, a cue for Thoma to come near.
As always, obediently as ever—he walks towards the latter, feet heavy on the floor. Ayato gazed at the smooth and naked legs this servant had, thrill and adrenaline rushing through his veins.
For Thoma, it was shame. This isn't new but they were in his office. A place anyone could barge in at any moment.
Ayato turns in his seat, tapping his lap a few times. Thoma glanced down and noticed the obvious hard on, carving itself on his pants, the shape prominent.
His heart beat fast as the latter pulls one leg to straddle him on his seat, Thoma using the back rest as some sort of support as he places both knees to Ayato's thighs.
The place is quiet.
"Keep yourself up while I prepare you"
"B—but Ayato this place is—"
Something prods at his rim and Thoma looks down to catch the Kamisato head smiling ever so innocently. "You did not refuse to strip for me, did you?"
Thoma felt his breathing catch up, body shaking as the finger carefully pushes itself in. "Oh my, how careless of me!" Ayato says, pulling his hands off and opening his cupboards. It seemed like he was searching something but nothing. "I suppose you'll have to use something else as lube"
He brings his hand to his chin, thinking before looking up. "Perfect"
"Pardon?"
Ayato brings his hand upwards. "Open your mouth" a simple command that Thoma follows.
Ayato then skillfully slides his fingers in, feeling Thoma's legs tremble as he pushes one then two digits in, playing with the wet muscle. His tongue goes slack and as did his jaw, allowing Ayato to further press and coat his fingers.
Moments later, he brings it out and notices the slight spark on Thoma's eyes as tears began to brim his eyelids. His throat bobs as the blonde looks down, realizing just how much he was leaking.
White oozed out slowly as heat flowed through every part of his body, most especially his stomach—a pit forming as Ayato continues to drag his fingers to the rim, circling before plunging it in—earning a resounding gasp and a jerk from the latter.
"Steady"
Thoma nods, placing both hands on the chair's backrest, focusing on how it feels.
Slick fingers made their way into him, one at first with slow thrust then entered the second one—stretching him just a bit more, his breathing picking up.
He whines for a bit, moving his hips to the rhythm as his cock leaked nonstop. Ayato didn't seem to mind, in fact—he liked to see the honesty of the latter's body. His erection was so red, painful—practically begging to be touched.
"A—Ayato I think—"
"I don't think I allowed you to call my name in such manner" he twists his fingers, pressing upwards and feeling that set of nerves—Thoma suddenly bucking his hips as a response, together with a perfectly synched whine. "Sir. Call me Sir Ayato for today, okay?"
Thoma nods.
"I said, call me Sir Ayato for today. Okay?"
Again, the fingers in him curls at the exact same spot—nearly edging Thoma as he grasps onto the latter's head. "Y—yes sir"
Pleased, Ayato pops his fingers out.
"Well then..." A much too quick movement for Thoma's liking. "I guess that's enough stretching for you"
Ayato then repositions Thoma to stand, removing his own cock from its restraints and showing the hard-on in all its glory. Thoma gulps at the size. He definitely can't get used to that.
"Sit"
"S—sit?" Thoma stammers but the Kamisato Head merely nods.
"No, no. Face away from me"
Thoma looked at him with a confused face. Exasperated, Ayato took matters to his own hands and twists the blonde then brings him down to his lap—carefully slipping his cock into the stretched out hole.
Thoma gasps, squeezing at the table in front of him as he sinks down—face contorting into a mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling his rim go wide before finally feeling that landing on the latter's lap.
Without warning, Ayato moves his chair, as a result—moving into Thoma unexpectedly. Thoma moans, seeing sparks as his body suddenly spasms. "Be a good boy and warm my cock for me okay? No touching yourself and no distracting me"
"But what if—"
"No one will come in unless permitted or they're a hot headed stubborn individual who dares to go against my authority"
Thoma shivers, feeling Ayato's words against his ear. He was close, very close.
"Though, perhaps you'd want that? Be seen by the world as the Kamisato clan's little slut? Used for his delicious body?"
Again, he shivers. Ayato is delighted but before he even does anything, he goes back to work, readjusting himself.
Thoma, on the other hand sits there—his erection standing hopelessly on his thigh, hard and leaking. He had to fight the urge not to grind or tighten around the man even if he was right there. He wanted to remove his shirt, play with his nipples and put on a show like usual.
But he was forbidden.
For now, he'll be a good boy.
Sitting up a bit properly, he tries to find a comfortable position but was suddenly stopped by a tight hand, steadying his hips. "Don't try anything, Thoma"
The said man tenses as he nods, fiddling his fingers as he stared down, realizing just how naked his lower regions are. It's totally exposed, with his cock leaking and his legs smeared with the slightest of his own jizz.
Minutes pass and Thoma finally somehow, gets the hang of it—though that was until Ayato abruptly grinds into him, brushing against his prostate.
"Are you close?" Ayato whispers to the blonde.
Thoma nods silently, leveling his breathing as he kept his arms on the table—holding on for dear life. He tries his best not to clench but Ayato could see through just how pained the latter's cock was. Oh how sweet the small little whimpering noises were for Ayato with every small move he makes.
"S—sir Ayato—"
"Mhm?"
"How long will—th—the paper work g—hNGH—"
Tears spilled his eyes when Ayato grinds upwards once again and all Thoma could do was cup his mouth, throw his head backwards and grind back, his spine arching wildly.
"Be a good boy and be patient"
Thoma vigorously nods but lust clouded his mind, wanting more—wanting another heavy and deep thrust inside him.
Ayato gave it.
He drags his hips upwards, pressing into the latter's ass as his dick brushes against his prostate once more. Thoma moans past his mouth, struggling to even keep his own voice from getting too loud.
Thoma wanted to check how many paper the latter had to do but his eyes are too blurry to even see or make out of anything. His head spun madly with every beat of his heart increasing.
His cock twitched, angry and red from lack of attention.
"A—Ayato... please—" he finally cries.
Ayato breaks.
Almost immediately, he drops his brush and placed both hands on the blonde's hips, grounding him into his dick. Moans and loud screams spill from Thoma's mouth.
Ayato grinds once again then lifts the blonde up, only to slam him back down—building up a rhythmical pace.
It wasn't too much to build on. They were both close and they knew. Thoma's hands were everywhere, panicking on where to place them as one is on the chair and the other on the table. His legs hung above the ground with only Ayato's support that carries him.
More and more, their breaths mingle with each other as slowly but surely, they finally reach their end—orgasming to the fullest.
Thoma screams, voice cracking as his eyes blew wide open, rolling back. His back arched as white flew out from his tip—spilling and staining the table and the floors.
They both stay there for awhile, panting before Ayato makes the first move to clean them up—slipping Thoma off gently and filled with care.
"Can you walk?" He asks, his past sadism gone.
"Yeah, just a bit—" Thoma staggers, holding onto the table for support. "—a bit sore"
Ayato offers a small smile. "We can get you cleaned up first before I resume my—"
"No need! I can do this myself" Thoma says, waving his hand as he picks up his clothes, offering a kind smile.
Ayato looks at him with worry but it'll be fine. He'll be back for some cleaning on his floors and desk.