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Noiz sat at his work desk, getting ready to leave for his lunch when he heard a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Noiz called out, an inkling of irritation settling under his skin at the intrusion. It was about time for his lunch, so there was no reason for an employee to be bothering him at this time.
Before he could dwell for long, though, the knob turned and the door was pushed open gingerly. The sight he was greeted with made the simmering displeasure fade faster than he could blink, and was instead replaced with a warm feeling that settled deep within his chest. Aoba had popped his face through the crack with a shy smile, a gentle blush tinging his cheeks that stood out starkly against his pale complexion.
“Aoba?” Noiz adjusted his posture in his seat, sitting up a bit straighter.
Aoba’s smile grew and he stepped into the room fully, using his back to shut the door behind him. “I thought I’d bring lunch.” Aoba held up the bag in his hands. “Sorry that I didn’t let you know beforehand, I wanted it to be a surprise.” Aoba’s voice lowered in volume when he spoke the last sentence as though he were embarrassed by the thought. He was so cute.
“What’d you bring?” Noiz asked. While his tone of speaking gave nothing away, the feelings of affection pulsing through his body was almost overwhelming.
“Nothing fancy,” Aoba responded. He closed the distance to Noiz’s desk, setting the bag down on top of it and pulling one of the chairs closer so he could sit and eat comfortably. “It was kind of a last minute idea, so I just made sandwiches.”
Noiz watched Aoba pull out two containers, accepting one when he slid it over to Noiz’s side of the desk. He thanked Aoba for bringing lunch, and then the two of them dug into their sandwiches.
Lunch was peaceful and uneventful. Noiz complained a bit about his work day thus far, and Aoba told Noiz what he had been up to at home. Supposedly, he tripped over Ren while walking into the kitchen and nearly face planted on the floor. Noiz couldn’t help but laugh despite Aoba’s irritated grumbling.
Once they finished eating, the two of them continued to make comfortable small talk. Noiz had never been the most talkative, but with Aoba it was easy for conversations to flow.
Before long, Noiz’s lunch was over, and it was time for him to get back to work. Aoba gathered up the containers and put them back in the bag, walking around the desk to lean over and give him an innocent peck on the lips.
When Aoba stood up straight again, Noiz suddenly had a devious thought pop into his mind. Aoba turned on his heel, but Noiz stopped him from leaving by grabbing his wrist.
Noiz could feel Aoba stiffen slightly. He turned his head over his shoulder, setting Noiz with a confused stare. “Yeah?” He asked.
Without saying a word, he tugged Aoba closer to him. Aoba yelped adorably, dropping the bag to the ground with a clatter when he practically fell onto Noiz’s lap. “Noiz! You- what—,” he spluttered, placing the palms of his hands on Noiz’s chest to try and separate himself from the latter. Noiz’s insistent grip on his hips kept him from getting far, though.
“I have an idea,” Noiz murmured, wrapping his arms entirely around his waist to tug Aoba closer. He tucked his face into Aoba's neck, inhaling and savoring the comforting scent his boyfriend exuded.
Aoba squirmed in his hold. Noiz could feel his fluttering pulse under his lips. “You’re at work… anybody could walk in,” Aoba protested. Despite his disgruntlement, Noiz could tell from a mile away that Aoba wasn’t as opposed to this as he’d like to make it out to be.
“Then go lock the door.” Noiz lifted his face away from Aoba’s neck meeting his unsure gaze with his own determined one.
Aoba shifted, averting his gaze as he chewed on his bottom lip. Contemplating the idea, apparently. “You… are such a pervert.”
Even as he said those words, he moved to slip off of Noiz’s lap. Noiz loosened his grip around his waist so he could stand, watching Aoba walk over to the door on steady legs with a self satisfied smirk. Aoba paused at the doorknob before moving again, and Noiz could hear the quietest sound of a lock clicking.
He made his way back over to Noiz, and Noiz stopped him with a hand in the air before the other could sit back down again. Aoba made a questioning sound, and Noiz gestured to his still clothed body.
“You’re wearing too much. Strip,” Noiz requested, though it came out sounding more like a command.
Aoba shifted his weight from foot to foot awkwardly, and Noiz saw that his gaze was fixed on the large windows behind them both.
“Nobody will see us,” Noiz assured.
Aoba huffed, but he nodded. Noiz watched him strip himself down, his mouth watering as each new sliver of skin was revealed. First, his boots, then his jacket, then his shirt. Then finally, the clink of a belt being undone could be heard, his jeans slipping off his hips with a tug or two. Noiz reached out, slipping two fingers into the waistband of Aoba’s briefs to pull him closer.
Aoba nearly whimpered, his lower lip quivering while his cheeks set themselves aflame. At Noiz’s insistence, he settled himself back down onto his lap, his thighs pressing against the plush armrests of Noiz’s large desk chair.
Noiz trailed his hands up Aoba’s sides, stopping at his chest to purposely swipe his fingers over his pert nipples. Aoba jerked, his chest pressing closer into Noiz’s touch. Noiz didn’t even think Aoba realized he did that, his subconscious mind searching and pressing for more attention.
Noiz lifted a hand to Aoba’s lips, tapping two fingers against his bottom lip. “Suck.”
Despite the embarrassed expression etched into his pretty features, Aoba opened his mouth obediently. Noiz slipped his fingers inside, and Aoba’s lips closed around them. He sucked on them diligently, his gaze becoming lidded as he swiped his tongue around the digits. Noiz couldn’t help but groan at the sight.
Aoba wrapped his hand around Noiz’s wrist, holding him in place while he pushed his tongue in-between the fingers in his mouth. Noiz’s mind supplied him with an image of Aoba sucking on his cock like that instead, and he pushed his hips up instinctively, the already straining bulge in his pants nudging Aoba’s ass with intent.
Aoba whined around his fingers, and Noiz suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled them out of Aoba’s mouth, only still connected by a thin line of spit. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Aoba’s reddened cheek while his spit slick fingers slipped around towards his backside.
Aoba slumped forward, his face smushed against Noiz’s shoulder. Wordlessly, Noiz got his fingers underneath his briefs, the warmth radiating off his skin making Noiz feel a bit dizzy. Aoba jumped a bit when Noiz slid his digits in-between his cheeks, brushing the tips of them against his entrance.
“Noiz,” Aoba breathed, his quiet plea reaching Noiz’s ears like a siren’s call.
Noiz hummed. He pressed his index finger against Aoba’s hole, burying it to the second knuckle with little resistance.
Aoba sighed, and that sigh turned into a breathy moan when Noiz pushed it in further. Noiz began to pump it in and out slowly, revelling in the feeling of Aoba’s inner walls hugging him like a vice.
It didn’t take long for Noiz to slip in a second finger alongside the first, twisting and scissoring the digits to stretch Aoba out an appropriate amount. Aoba clung onto him like a lifeline, the shaky sighs and bitten back moans escaping his lips only encouraging Noiz further.
“Feel good?” Noiz asked, curling his fingers in an exploratory manner. He wouldn’t be able to hit Aoba’s prostate from this angle, but Aoba enjoyed penetration enough to get off without direct stimulation to it.
Aoba shook his head stubbornly, face still obscured by Noiz’s shoulder, but he didn’t have to see his expression to feel how he was trembling. Aoba normally wasn’t this far gone with only a couple of fingers, but Noiz could assume that the possibility of being caught was playing into his arousal.
Noiz lazily explored his walls for a couple more minutes, losing himself in the almost comforting activity of taking Aoba apart piece by piece. His cock was straining uncomfortably in his pants, and he was sure there was already a wet spot on his briefs.
Aoba finally lifted his head, setting Noiz with a pleading stare. “P-Please,” he whispered shakily.
Noiz smirked. Aoba shivered when Noiz slipped his fingers out, his hips shifting on Noiz’s lap in a desperate search for more friction. Noiz tapped his hips, then pulled the elastic of Aoba’s briefs away from his skin. He let it go and a quiet snap reached his ears. Aoba visibly pouted.
“Take them off,” Noiz said, referring to his briefs.
Still pouty, Aoba slipped off of Noiz’s lap just long enough to pull his briefs off, stepping out of them and abandoning them on the floor. Noiz took this opportunity to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, wasting no time pulling his already leaking cock out of its confinement. Aoba watched his movements carefully, seemingly enraptured by the way Noiz jerked himself off slowly, spreading the precum from tip to base.
“C’mere,” Noiz encouraged.
Aoba practically flopped back into Noiz’s lap, his chest heaving with anticipation. With his free hand, he grabbed Aoba’s hip, kneading the plump flesh with calloused fingers. Aoba shuddered as he got the hint, lifting his hips up and reaching behind himself to line up Noiz’s dick with his entrance.
Aoba lowered himself slowly, his lower lip pulled between his teeth as he focused solely on his goal. Before long, the head of Noiz’s cock breached Aoba’s insides. Noiz groaned, both hands now grasping Aoba’s hips for support as he slowly engulfed his length.
Noiz felt like mini fireworks were going off in his mind when Aoba finally bottomed out. He briefly thought about scrapping his idea, throwing him onto the desk and fucking him senseless instead, but he had come too far to back down.
Aoba’s fingers flexed against his shoulders as he adjusted to what must have been an uncomfortable stretch. Noiz prepped him carefully, but he had only used two fingers and the absence of lube certainly wasn’t helping.
After a couple moments of silence which was only interrupted by Aoba’s hitched breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. “I’m… I’m going to move now,” he whispered, his thighs tensing around Noiz’s as he prepared to lift himself.
Noiz clicked his tongue and shook his head. Tightening his grip on Aoba’s hips, he purposely ground him down, watching the way his eyebrows pinched together as a quiet moan was forced out of him. “You’re going to stay still.”
A blank look passed over Aoba’s face as he processed the information before his cheeks caught on fire. “You— what?” He whisper-shouted incredulously.
“You’re going to keep me warm while I do paperwork,” Noiz explained with a matter of fact tone, belying the fire simmering just under his skin.
Aoba spluttered for a moment longer, unable to string together a coherent sentence in his shock.
Noiz lifted a hand, running his fingers through Aoba’s hair gently. Despite himself, Aoba melted into the touch. “Be good for me?”
Aoba pouted with his lower lip jutted out, but he didn’t protest anymore. Resigning himself to his fate, he snuck his arms around Noiz’s neck and buried his face into the crook of it. Noiz, attempting to ignore the welcoming heat of Aoba’s insides, used the desk to pull his chair closer.
With one hand, he traced aimless shapes into Aoba’s bare skin, while the other picked up his pen to begin going through the overwhelming pile of paperwork on his desk.
Noiz didn’t realize how hard this was going to be until it was too late.
Ever since he gained the ability to feel, physical contact felt like a brand against his skin. He welcomed it, specifically from Aoba, but it led him to be exceptionally sensitive.
Aoba behaved himself for the most part, but every now and then he would whimper pitifully, shifting his hips in a desperate attempt to convince Noiz to change his mind. Noiz would bite back a moan, grabbing onto Aoba’s hips tightly and holding him still. Aoba took that as Noiz silently telling him to be good and stay still, but in reality, Noiz was struggling not to cum prematurely.
Aoba just felt so good. His inner walls molded to Noiz’s cock perfectly, as though he were made for it. He was always tight, which was a bit impressive considering how often they fell into bed with one another. All of that was making it difficult for Noiz to think straight, his pen hovering over a sheet that he’d been staring at with unfocused eyes for what felt like an eternity.
Aoba moved again, a gentle rock of his hips that was minuscule in reality but felt downright sinful thanks to how pent up Noiz felt. Noiz grit his teeth together and leaned over, sinking his teeth into Aoba’s exposed shoulder in an almost frantic attempt to stave off his orgasm.
It was almost embarrassing just how quickly he was hurtling towards the edge, the earth threatening to stop spinning with each slight shift of Aoba’s body.
Aoba yelped at the sudden pain that radiated through his shoulder, his insides tightening around Noiz’s dick unintentionally.
Noiz cursed under his breath, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple as he fought off the urge to rut up into Aoba like a dog until he came.
Noiz took deep breaths to calm himself, forcefully dragging himself away from the point of no return. He hadn’t even realized that his ears were ringing, because once they stopped he could hear Aoba’s pitiful whimpers, clearly beginning to grow desperate.
He had no idea how long they’d been sitting like that. He gazed at the still impressive stack of paperwork. Noiz had gotten through maybe two sheets before his mind short circuited, and the pen was no longer anywhere to be seen. It might have rolled off the desk.
“Noiz, please,” Aoba begged, losing his usual coy attitude in his desperation.
Aoba tightened around his cock one last time, and that was all it took for Noiz’s vision to white out, his mind splintering as he came with an almost pained groan. It felt like he was floating through space, completely separate from the real world.
Once he finally came back down, he was slumped against the back of the desk chair, his chest heaving.
Aoba must have lifted himself from the safety of Noiz’s neck at some point, because he was currently setting Noiz with a look that he couldn’t quite decipher in his post orgasmic haze.
Then, Aoba began to tentatively rock his hips, the stimulation on Noiz’s softening cock sending sparks through his body. “Aoba, fuck,” he cursed, his voice coming out dry and unsteady.
Aoba averted his gaze, a look of shame washing over his features. “…I haven’t gotten to cum yet,” he muttered, all without stopping the steady yet mind numbing pace of his hips. Noiz could feel his thighs trembling. He must already be close.
Noiz’s hands flew to Aoba’s waist, digging his fingers into the soft flesh so harshly that he was expecting to see the beginning of bruises forming there when he finally let go. He didn’t do it to stop Aoba, only to ground himself.
With enough time, Noiz’s spent cock began to twitch back to life, the constant stimulation leaving him with no other option. The near painful sensations began to fade back into something pleasant, and Aoba’s little gasps only added to it all.
Using his grip on Aoba’s hips, he lifted him until only his tip remained inside, then let go. Aoba slammed back down, tossing his head back as a guttural moan was ripped through his throat.
Noiz wanted to hear that again.
So he did it. Again. And again.
He was now entirely hard again, and hurtling towards a second orgasm at an almost impressive pace. Aoba was otherworldly, his fingers digging into Noiz’s scalp desperately while he cried out, seeming to forget that they were technically in public.
“N-Noiz, I’m gonna—,” his voice was cut off with a choked sob, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“Do it,” Noiz encouraged, and that was all it took for Aoba’s body to tense.
He came with a drawn out cry, his back arching beautifully. Aoba’s cock spilled all over Noiz’s dress shirt, dirtying it to the point of no return.
Without giving Aoba anytime to recover, Noiz buried his face in his shoulder and began to plunge his hips up into Aoba’s warmth. Aoba moaned weakly, his blunt fingernails scrabbling at Noiz’s suit jacket in a futile attempt to hold on.
Noiz’s second orgasm of the day wasn’t as mind shattering as the first, but it still pulled a guttural moan out of his throat as he emptied himself once more inside of Aoba.
Aoba shuddered, his body slumping against Noiz’s once he finally came down from his high and exhaustion seeped into his joints.
Noiz pressed his lips against Aoba’s damp temple, sighing as he caught his breath. “I didn’t know you were so kinky,” he teased.
Aoba straightened up at that, the sleepy expression being wiped off of his features in favor of an indignant one. “You—!” He exclaimed, flicking Noiz on the forehead in retaliation.
“Ow,” Noiz complained before chuckling quietly.
Aoba’s face visibly softened, and he leaned in until their lips brushed against each other. It was the first time they had kissed since Aoba greeted him when he first arrived to his office.
“Well? Did you like it?”
Aoba flushed, but then he seemed to get a devious thought, because a teasing smirk began to pull at the corner of his lip. “It was alright, but could you last a bit longer next time?”
Noiz clicked his tongue and shook his head in exasperation, but he secretly loved it when Aoba teased him like that. He lifted Aoba’s hips, finally slipping out after who knew how long.
Aoba whimpered quietly, but he didn’t complain. Aoba kissed Noiz one last time before he stood, his knees threatening to give out under him.
“I should really get going now, you have a job to do.” Aoba gathered his clothing, flushing when a drop of Noiz’s cum began to slide down his inner thigh.
Noiz raised a brow. “Better make sure you keep it all inside.”
Aoba spluttered for the second time that day, his cheeks flaming. “Don’t say shit like that!”
Noiz chuckled despite Aoba’s complaints. He was too cute.