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"Tommy I have to work," Wilbur complained, trying not to focus on the way his boyfriend was watching him or how he was leaned over his desk, totally purposefully looking stunning. "Tommy, I have a deadline" he warned once more, voice losing a bit of sterness everytime he peaked up and saw the younger man. It was hard to remain firm with him when he looked like the physical embodiment of sunshine.
He was currently doing it on purpose of course, dressed in nothing but boxers and one of Wilburs hoodies. Tommy was no idiot when he wanted something and he knew how much wearing the older man's clothing would drive him wild. Though, in all fairness most things Tommy did drove Wilbur wild.
"You've been working for like, ever" Tommy complained, hating when Wilbur left to isolate himself and pen down some lyrics. Wilbur glared half heartedly at the blond, who was currently pouting down at him in that stupid cute way that always got him what he wanted.
"My god Toms, you're like a puppy. 20 minutes is not forever" he retorted, going against his better judgement and reaching out to place his hand on Tommy's. Tommy smiled a bit at that, already knowing he was about to get his way if he pushed just a bit more. He removed his hand from under Wilbur's and very deliberately pushed Wilburs composition book to the side.
"Mm but a break is good to keep the mind sharp" he explained.
"A break from what, I've barely gotten a few words down" Wilbur complained right back. Tommy raised a brow, glancing to the side to eye up the still open notebook. It was true unfortunately, he had about a line and a half down and Tommy did feel a bit guilty about that fact seeing as he was what kept Wilbur so distracted.
Though he didn't feel guilty enough to leave him to work.
"Mm, right, real shame innit" he mumbled, pushing Wilbur and his chair back slightly to make room for himself as he crawled onto the man's lap. He counted it as a 100% victory as instead of pushing him to the side or asking him to stop, Wilbur immediately moved his hands to support him and keep him from falling. He was always such a softie when it came to his lover.
"Has anyone ever told you you're needy?" Wilbur asked, not even noticing the way his body was already giving in to the blond, hands holding his ass and thumbs rubbing sweet circles into the skin of his lower back. It was natural holding him like this and keeping him as close as possible so he thought nothing of it when Tommy leaned his face into the crook of his neck and began kissing at the skin there.
"You tell me all the time, Will, but it's nothing I'm embarrassed about," he admitted. And that much was true. He never felt shame for his needy behavior because at the end of the day he knew how much Wilbur loved the feeling of being needed. Just one of the many reasons they fit together so well. Wilbur softly hummed at the answer, voice catching in his throat when Tommy began nipping at him. It was only then he realized he was doing it again.
"Oh my god I should have had like 3 songs done by now" he whined, making no moves to release the clingy blond man in his lap. He could feel the man's smirk against his neck before he pulled back and looked down at him, all wide eyed and innocent. Wilbur could tell how fake it was.
"Can I get a kiss before you go back to work at least?" He asked in a painfully sad voice that was almost convincing enough to make Wilbur believe it. Could what he was doing even be counted as tricking when Wilbur was so aware of it and was just letting it happen? Honestly by that point he had accepted defeat and was just letting the blond have fun with him, like a cat batting a mouse around before killing it.
"Of course love" he gave in, completely playing along with the blond, leaning in to catch his lips. He wanted the upper hand so he decided he would just kiss his lover breathless and fuck him stupid so that even if he lost the battle of wills he would still win in a way.
Kissing Tommy breathless was one of his strong suits and he knew that. The blond man talked a big game but if he had a weakness it was the simple act of kissing. He couldn't really help it. There was just something so pleasant about their lips fitting so perfectly together and something so pure about the way Wilbur cradled his face and moved against him. Sometimes it was enough to make him dizzy.
"You sure you can't take a little break?" Tommy asked, eyes half lidded as he pulled back, giving Wilbur that look that screamed he was fucked, as if he didn't already know. He only rolled his eyes, grinding up to let Tommy know just how hard he already was from the kissing and brief neck biting. Tommy didn't seem surprised, just grinning in response.
"I'm taking a fucking break you absolute fucking gremlin" he bit back, glaring slightly to show how annoyed he was. Not even annoyed at Tommy but annoyed at his own weakness that made him give in so easily.
"I know" Tommy practically gloated, wasting no time in yanking off the hoodie he wore and throwing it to the side. Wilbur only rolled his eyes, trying not to blush like teen and pulled off his own jumper, letting it fall to the floor below them. "Are we taking this to the bedroom or are you just craving another late night office clean up session?" Tommy asked, smug as ever. Wilbur rolled his eyes at the blond's attitude, arms wrapping securely around his back and ass as he stood and hoisted him up.
"Get comfy" he mumbled, pushing his shit to the side and shoving Tommy's back down against the wooden desk. It was uncomfortable and the edges of the wood were digging into his upper back and his thighs but all he could do was smirk. He watched Wilbur, eyes full of excitement because despite how harsh the action was it told him everything he needed to know. Tonight would be fun.
Wilbur seemed determined now, but what he was determined to do may have been beyond his boyfriend's understanding. His movements were quick and rough as he finished undressing them both, and he was rather uncareful whenever he grabbed Tommy to move him or reposition his limbs. Tommy couldn't tell if he had actually pissed the man off this time or if he was just trying to be quick to get back to work. Either way he would lay back and happily accept his fate.
"Wilbur please~" he practically whined as Wilbur pushed his legs up against his chest and grabbed his hands to make him hold them there. Wilbur didn't say anything in response, just spitting crudely into his hand and pressing two fingers into the blond in one quick motion. This was leading Tommy to believe that he did in fact push Wilbur too much. The thought was thrilling and didn't worry Tommy like it probably should have.
Wilbur didn't waste a lot of time on prep, because right now it wasn't foreplay it was just a necessity. As soon as he deemed Tommy loose enough to handle him he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his boyfriend's thigh and lining his cock up. He pushed in, using one slow thrust to get as deep as he could. It sent shivers up the blond's spine, causing him to bite his lip and arch his back up slightly.
He wanted to wrap his legs around Wilbur like he normally would, to pull him in and keep him as close as he could. But something told him that wasn't the right move so instead he just held his legs in place and watched Wilbur with needy eyes. He would let Wilbur be as close as he decided. Luckily for him Wilbur was someone who loved to be close, so despite the coldness of his actions he found himself pressed to Tommy as much as he could be.
He was different then his usual self in some ways though. One hand firmly pinned Tommys shoulder down with the other bruised his hip, rather than both gently holding his sides. His face was pressed against Tommy's chest, staying in place rather than peppering random kisses wherever his lips could reach. It wasn't bad by any means, but it was unusual.
"Will- fuck, 'm so close" Tommy squeaked out, and instead of helping him along with his hand Wilbur just pulled him impossibly closer and thrust in with a bit more force. Tommy moaned, loud and hard. This was something he had really needed, but one thing was missing. One thing he didn't think he would need as much as he did. "Wilby, please" his voice was no longer a lust heavy cry, but a desperate plea. He didn't need to say anymore, the nickname told Wilbur exactly what his boyfriend needed and he wasn't cruel enough to deny him, no matter how pissed he had been.
"Shh, you're doing so good Toms" he cooed, knowing that the blond just needed to feel loved when he was this close. "I love you so much, especially when you look so pretty and pink for me" the tease was light and forced Tommy's pink cheeks to darken. Wilbur smiled against his skin, leaning up a bit more to press a hot kiss against his throat. He whimpered at the feeling before sobbing out a few more moans as he came. Wilbur just continued to fuck him through his high, leaving him a stupid little mess just as he had intended to.
"Will, can't-" Tommy's voice was barely there and broken. Wilbur stopped immediately, being gentle as he pulled out of the younger man. Usually he could deal with over stimulation after he came but in all fairness Wilbur wasn't usually so rough with him. He was quick to lean back down, kissing Tommy's hot red cheeks.
"Shit, 'm sorry love" he apologized. "You did so well, you're ok" he promised. He was truly incapable of staying mad at the blond, far too devoted to him. Tommy winced as he attempted to sit up, placing a hand on Wilbur's shoulder to steady himself.
"It's ok Wilby" he mumbled, voice still hazy. Wilbur watched him as he wobbled off the desk, standing in front of him on clearly shaking legs. "Just sit and write" he instructed, pushing the taller man gently to get him to sit back down. He raised a brow at Tommy, who would usually be way clingier after sex. Especially rougher sex.
"You don't wanna clean up and cuddle for a bit?" He asked. When he had gave in to Tommy's demands he had done so knowing he would be spending the rest of the night with the blond. Tommy huffed out a small laugh, sinking down to the ground and partially squeezing himself under Wilbur's desk. He offered a small smirk as he grabbed the man's thighs and dragged him and his chair forward.
"Wilby, get to work. You have a deadline" he reminded, seemingly back to his bratty teasing self in an instant. Wilbur watched him with curious eyes, letting out a shocked little moan when Tommy wrapped his eager lips around his almost forgotten erection. He had been so focused on his boyfriend's feelings that he had neglected himself, and the blond wouldn't allow that. With a small nod he pulled his notebook back to the center of the desk and grabbed his pen, trying not to focus on how good Tommys felt around him. He found himself ignoring his work anyway, way too caught up in grabbing the man's curls and thrusting into his mouth.
Even when Tommy let him work he made it so hard to focus.