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It’s a crazy, fucked up world and Black has developed a tenuous relationship with Todd’s business. His glaringly obvious aim is to strong-arm Todd’s company and its resources into more morally principled avenues. Todd is allowing it because he’s a whore for Black and if it gets Black to come around more often, he’ll pretty much agree to whatever. Todd’s underlings are allowing it because they can’t say shit about how Todd runs his own fucking empire.
With Black advising him, he’s curtailed certain policies financially, in the same way that Black has led him to curtail certain behaviors personally. And frustratingly enough, business is, of all things, continuing to thrive.
Despite his very apparent disdain for every person that Todd works with, Black has shown an innate aptitude for business. Acumen so beneficial that everyone just has to ignore that his lip is constantly curled to make his distaste for them known.
Recently, Black has rearranged funding that was being funneled into a certain fundamentalist politician’s campaign away and into some other activist network, and he seems so gratified by the deal that Todd thinks it’s a safe bet to get him to follow him home this week.
While it’s been a few days since Black was last in the office, it’s easy enough to get him in the living room when he shows up at Todd’s place, in their almost customary spots sitting across from each other rather than next to one another.
Black’s bare feet find their way into Todd’s lap. He looks unmoved, one arm across the back of the couch.
Todd is determined not to react. "Tough day? Arguing with White?” He asks, placing his thumb under the arch of Black’s foot and digging it in to see if he can get a shiver in return for the action. Black is full body tension at all times. Todd kneads to release the stress there.
Black is never forthcoming about his brother and that gang that Black is off and on involved in now that White has taken point there. Today, of course, doesn’t bring an end to his refusal to open up about it.
Black presses down with his toes, directly over Todd’s crotch, and finds the line of his zipper just enough that it digs into his skin a little.
Todd’s whole body goes lax, because he’s always up for it, whatever and whenever Black wants.
Even if he wasn’t getting it on the regular, he wouldn’t be fucking anyone else, because no one else could compare. Black has ruined him for anyone else at this point.
Black fits his foot over the outline of Todd’s cock from toe to heel, and pushes down enough that Todd knows he must feel the heat of him even through his clothes. And Todd’s certainly thought it before, but every centimeter of Black is perfect, his feet no exception.
Todd’s thighs open, allowing Black to more firmly get his foot between his legs. Heel to his balls, toes to the head of his cock. And Black grinds down.
Todd has thickened up, cock going fat in his slacks.
Black maintains eye contact as he rocks his foot down. Todd knows by now how he looks when he’s getting fucked-- lips parted, head tilted, face flushed. Pupils dilated and hazy. And he knows Black likes it--that at least part of what Black gets out of their nebulous arrangement is the satisfaction of watching Todd come undone, being the one to make him take it. Once, Black got him up against a vanity in one of his bathrooms, making him face the mirror, line of the counter cutting sharp into his hips and stomach. With Black’s fingers in his mouth from behind him, he'd told him directly in his ear, “look at yourself, look at just how good you look.”
If only Todd could manage to convince him to join in on board meetings, Black might act up like this. Discreetly work his cock under the table. His own brand of throwing a tantrum, trying to make Todd come undone in front of all his shareholders. But at the same time, he would know Todd would enjoy every minute of it. Holding back, holding it in, the humiliation. Going red-faced and soft-mouthed while he did his best to discuss company policy like nothing was amiss.
Todd’s fingers go to the top of Black’s foot, pressing it down so he has something to rock into. The shape of him is a perfect fit.
With impressive dexterity, Black nudges the button of Todd’s slacks with one toe. “Pants open,” he demands.
Immediately Todd snaps the button undone, slides the zipper free. The head of his cock is made apparent by the dark wet spot on his briefs.
“Now down,” Black continues.
And Todd stands, lets Black’s foot fall gently in between his legs on the couch while he slides his pants off of his legs and then sits back down.
When he goes for the waist of his briefs, Black brings his foot back up and taps him on the hip. “Leave them on,” Black instructs.
Todd’s hips jerk involuntarily at the tone and the implication.
Black returns to his cock, and allows it when Todd cups the top of his foot so he has something to fuck up into. The feel of Black’s skin is so blazingly hot even with a layer of fabric and the pressure is just right. He starts to feel desperate and begins to rut up into the sole of Black’s foot.
Black doesn’t just sit back either, he participates, dragging his foot all the way up along Todd’s cock and back down again. “You like this?” He asks.
“Yes. Fuck." Todd manages to roll his eyes even as his orgasm builds and he’s starting to feel wild with it. “You know I like it.”
Black grinds down with more force, and then Todd’s eyes are instead rolling back because he can’t take it, it’s so ridiculously good. He manages to look Black in the eyes. “I’m going to come,” he says, because Black likes to hear it.
Black just continues pressing his foot down as Todd starts to twitch, cock jerking, filling his briefs up with come. By the time he’s done, he feels fucking soaked through and he wonders if Black can feel the dampness. After it’s over, he always comes to awareness realizing how heavily Black has got him panting. How caught up he gets that it’s like he forgets to breathe during it all.
“Good boy,” Black says. Todd whines a little in his throat.
Black gets up and fingers open the elastic on Todd’s briefs, peering in to inspect the mess that he’s responsible for. He lets it snap back, a little sting against Todd’s stomach.
Black is hard, the bulge of him obvious in his pants from where he’s standing. Todd’s mouth waters a little.
Black notices him watching and says, “not today.”
And that’s its own sort of satisfaction, imagining Black back at his own place, taking care of himself, where he’ll undoubtedly be thinking of Todd while doing it. Probably in detail down to picturing the serious rug burns on Todd’s knees, the saliva on his chin, the feel of Todd’s hands spread on Black’s naked thighs.
Todd is still too weak-kneed to get up and risk looking off-center and stupid. He waves in the general direction of the entryway. “See yourself out then.”
Black comes to him, tilts his chin with one finger and nips a sharp kiss on the corner of his lip. And then, for today, he heads out.