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"Stupid, good for nothing officers!" he yells with the loud slam of the door.
"Welcome back, Lloyd," says the boy with a smile. "Meeting didn't go well?"
"Understatement of the century," he grumbles. He goes to his desk, scattering papers across the surface in search of something, banging his fist down when he seemingly can't find it. "And now they want me to submit this stupid thing when I shouldn't have to and it's going to take up ages of my time!" He falls into his chair with a huff.
The boy spins in his seat across the room, desk full of his own work, but observing Lloyd carefully. Hunched over, head in his hands, legs sprawled out in front of him. He can tell his anger not just from his words, but from the tension of his shoulders, the clicking of his claws.
He stands up. Walks behind his boss' chair and lays his hands on his broad shoulders. "That's no problem for you," he says sweetly, "but is there anything I can do to help you make the most of your time?"
Lloyd shrugs away from his hands. His voice is still seething. "I don't need your shrill voice in my ear. Leave me alone."
The boy sighs, a resigned smile on his face. He shuffles to take off his lab coat, silently dropping it on the floor behind him. He makes his way to Lloyd's desk, pushing his shoulders back to make room between him and the surface. "Look, you're never going to get any work done like this," he says quietly, standing bare armed in front of him. Scars litter him like stars in the sky, and Lloyd traces them like constellations.
His boss looks up at him with an expression he's unable to parse. "I really don't have time for this," he grunts. But, he doesn't move, instead his eyes gazing at the figure in front of him up and down. "Strip.”
He obliges far too eagerly, throwing his pants to the side with abandon and watching as Lloyd undoes his belt.
"Get on," he says, leaning back in his chair. He's mildly surprised, and maybe even disappointed, that Lloyd won't just bend him over and take him that instant, but listens. He climbs onto his lap, straddling. He takes his cock easily, almost shamefully so. He's so used to taking him when he's hard, feeling him soft is practically nothing. Yet, he has to remind himself that his boss, when soft, is probably about as big as some other men when hard… He shakes it off.
Lloyd doesn't react when the boy settles on him, waist to waist. His arms are around the boy, practically forcing him to cling to him as tight as possible. Lloyd brings his hands diligently back to the work in front of him, pen in hand. It clicks for the boy, what his role is right now. For a moment, he thinks everything will be alright. He can stay for as long as Lloyd wants.
Until, that is, his cock starts to swell. Slowly, but surely, he can feel a push against his insides. He tries to subtly shift his weight to improve the situation, but can only push down a whine from the friction. It doesn't take long for his cock to fill out and for the boy to push his head into his superior's shoulder in a desperate attempt to find more patience in himself. Lloyd, all the while, acts completely unaffected. It's almost more impressive that he manages to be hard while so focused on paperwork
He really does hold on for as long as he can, he does. His boss has important work to do, and he's there to help, not distract. But, when Lloyd readjusts himself in his chair, he can't help the moan that escapes. The scent of Lloyd deep in his senses, the feeling of him pushing against his insides, it all drives him crazy. His cunt must be leaking all over Lloyd, and he would do fucking anything for his boss to get done with whatever he's doing and bend him over and take him completely. "Lloyd, please," he whines.
"Hm? I'm busy," he says thoughtlessly. But, just when the boy can feel his heart start to sink, he moves his hips again. He hears Lloyd put his pen down and move something to the side.
"Ah," he gasps. He's shaking, but clears his throat and leans back to meet Lloyd's eyes. "Please, Lloyd, t-the faster we're through, the faster I can get back to work. You wouldn't want to sacrifice my productivity, would you?"
Lloyd barks a laugh, gazing at the boy through narrow eyes. "I taught you too well. You're almost convincing."
"Being only a fraction like you makes me leagues better than everyone else, right?"
"Hmph. Very well," he says, and all in the same moment grabs the boy's hips and hoists him onto the desk effortlessly. A yelp escapes the him. "Let's get this over with."
No longer on even ground, his superior hovers above him, grinning and gripping the boy's hips with a vile strength that brings both a sense of fear and need to him. He will never have complete trust that Lloyd won't just kill him one of these days. Some of his scars are just too deep to rationalize it. Yet, now that fear is just the constant pulsing undercurrent to his arousal. He's long accepted it.
When Lloyd starts to thrust it feels almost good enough for him to cum on the spot. He wails and grips at the desk to try and keep steady while Lloyd pounds into him, the sound of skin slapping together louder than the creaking of the desk. Lloyd grabs at his hips to lift them up and the angle brings another loud moan from his throat.
He can tell Lloyd's probably thinking of whatever pissed him off earlier when he moves violent in his pace, nails and claws digging into him and bringing the boy's hips closer every time. He loves fucking Lloyd when he's angry, getting hit with the full brunt of his frustration at a pace unmatched by any other feeling. He's invisible to his boss in these times. The edge of the desk digs into his ass in a searingly painful way, but it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as his bruised insides.
"Ah, Lloyd-" he pants his name over and over and that snaps the attention back to him. Lloyd glares at him and snarls. The words die in his throat when a hand is at his neck. He presses down without warning, without a moment's notice for a spare breath. Claws threaten the delicate skin.
His superior fucks into him all the same, only now staring down at him with sharp canines bear and a waiting composure. Who knows how long he'll choke him today - until his breathing his raspy, until his face turns blue, until his eyes roll back. Fuck, he might as well choke him until he dies today. Nothing stopping him.
But, no, after careful seconds tick by and his noises start to get a little too disgusting, the pressure on his throat is relieved. The claws still hover, tracing the side slowly as he heaves and gasps for the air he so dearly missed.
As thank you, he presses his legs to Lloyd's back, moving his hips to get him as close as possible, to match his pace. Lloyd groans when he clenches on his cock the best he can, and when he feels him start to grow erratic in his pace, he crosses his legs to trap Lloyd as deep as possible. To get his cum as deep as possible. The build up he's felt from the very beginning finally releases itself as the boy is left twitching and moaning underneath his superior. In his orgasm-hazy mind he swears he could cum from the sheer thought of Lloyd releasing inside him. He's such a cum-hungry slut that the idea alone is enough to send him over.
Funny, how Lloyd doesn't even have to degrade him like that verbally anymore. His inferiority is simply all consuming.
Lloyd clutches the desk as he spills into him, muttering a few curses to himself. He pants and glances down at the boy.
"It would seem that did help my mood somewhat," he says, standing more straight. The gush of fluids from his cunt when he pulls out is more humiliating than the whine that leaves him. "I've got to get this done. Off you go." He regains his composure so swiftly, the dishevelled boy always has to do a double take. He hops off the desk despite shaky legs, trying to register the location of his belongings. When he shuffles back to the other side of the room and sits at his desk, he glances back at Lloyd. He's immediately back to his paperwork, shoulders much looser and the wrinkle gone from between his eyebrows. The boy sighs, looking down at the work in front of him. But, he takes out a pen and gets to it.
Such are the duties of Lloyd's faithful assistant, getting the hardest of tasks done while the cum pools between his thighs.