Brooklyn ADA Rafael Barba sank into his button tuck leather office chair as he reviewed the notes from his most recent courtroom victory. It was an illustrious win for him, and he was certain that his profile would soon rise higher in the eyes of the DA. As he flipped through his case files, a loud knock at his office door interrupted his concentration. "Come in," he said, not lifting his eyes from his files. Immersed in his work, he didn't notice that the door didn't open until there was another knock at the door. This time, the sound was louder, with a pause in between each knock. Irritated at the distraction, Rafael sighed as he pushed back his chair and got up to answer the door, wondering who it could be at this hour, certain that everyone else had already gone home for the weekend.
Rafael opened the door to Captain Steven Harris, quite possibly one of the most imposing men he had ever met.
"Counselor," Steve said, drawing out the word dramatically. "A police captain has to knock twice before you decide to open the door to him?" Steve said, as he brushed past Rafael.
"Captain Harris, how nice of you to stop by. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I just wanted to stop by and commend you on your victory in court today," Steve said. "Quite the dramatic performance, I must say. Very impressive. Very...ballsy."
"I do my best," Rafael said, the corner of his mouth twitching into an involuntary smile.
Steve strode back to the door, bumping into Rafael, purposefully causing him to stumble. He closed the door and flicked the deadbolt and turned back to Rafael, eyeing him from head to toe.
Rafael's heart thudded at the sound of the deadbolt being turned and locked. Steve walked over to him, his long legs crossing the room in only a few strides, and stood less than a foot away, invading his personal space. Rafael stood his ground, unflinching, and refusing to look up at his face. He stared at Steve's neck, now mere inches away from him.
"You should know that about me by now, Captain Harris. Everybody else seems to have recognized my talents," Rafael said, pausing for effect, "in the courtroom. What seems to be your problem?"
Steve looked down at Rafael and smirked. He quickly put on a stern expression, placed one hand on Rafael's forehead, cupped his chin with the other, tilted his head back, and forced him to look up at him. Rafael's face flushed with humiliation, he hated when Steve would use his height advantage over him. Steve, at 6'4, clearly enjoyed being significantly taller than Rafael, who claimed to be 5'9. Either way, it didn't much matter to Steve, he adored everything about Rafael including his comparatively tiny stature, but he only teased him about it when he felt like getting a rise out of him.
"Did no one teach you that when you are speaking to an authority the protocol is to look them in the eyes? One would think that with that illustrious education of yours, you would have some understanding of the most basic manners."
"I reserve manners and societal niceties to those I deem worthy, Captain." Rafael's eyes narrowed, but didn't blink as he matched Steve in a staring contest.
Cocky little fucker. "Really? I come out of my way to congratulate you and you treat me so rudely?" He bent his knees to make himself eye level with Rafael and glared, his hand tightening his grip on his chin. There was no way the little bastard was going to get away with such arrogance. Steve's stare was unrelenting and he tilted Rafael's head back a little further, prepared to wait him out. He needs to be taught a lesson.
A smile crept across Steve's face when Rafael finally blinked and swallowed. "I thought as much," he said, jerking him by the chin. "I had something special planned for you. I came all this way, only to be treated in such a rude manner. It's very unbecoming of you." He grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him even closer.
"What exactly did you have planned for me?" Rafael asked.
Steve felt his cock begin to throb and strain against his silk boxers. No one had ever turned him on like this before. Sometimes, just the very sight of Rafael was a recipe for a raging hard on. He was so intensely sexy, yet, he played coy well. Very well. Steve grabbed Rafael's hand and pressed it against his trousers. "I don't think that you deserve any accolades now, after speaking to me with such disrespect." He undid the button and zipper on his pants and forced Rafael's hand to fondle him through his boxers.
"Umm... oh..." Rafael squeaked, feeling Steve's semi hardened cock twitch in his hand. "I didn't mean to be -"
Steve removed Rafael's hand and pulled him into a tight bear hug. The smell of his cologne, Armani's Acqua Di Gio, made him want to rip off his suit and take him forcibly right then and there. Instead, he thrust his hardened cock into his stomach and slapped his face. "Don't lie to me. You were being very rude." The tiny gasping noise Rafael made aroused Steve even further, so he slapped him again before spinning him around and twisting his arm behind his back. "What do you have to say for yourself now?" Steve hissed, as he bent down and nipped behind his ear and bit at his earlobe.
"I'm sorry, Captain." Rafael winced in pain, but felt himself becoming aroused, curious to find out what Steve's plans for him were.
"That's better. You'd better watch the way you speak to me from now on," Steve said, twisting his arm a little more for emphasis. He let go of Rafael's arm and held him by his throat. He relished the feeling of the ribbed texture of Rafael's trachea against his fingers. Knowing that he was now in complete control turned him on and he was keenly aware of the amount of trust that Rafael had placed in him. Steve squeezed his neck, in awe of how he literally held Rafael's life in one hand.
His other hand made its way to Rafael's crotch and groped his cock. He unbuttoned his fly and yanked his zipper down and slid his hand slowly up his side and one by one, slipped his suspenders off. Groaning, he tugged Rafael's pants and briefs down. He released him and shoved him towards the desk.
Rafael tripped over his feet and fell, making a funny little gasping sound as he hit the floor. Steve stood over him and hesitated, he hadn't meant to make him fall, but he didn't utter the safe word, so he pounced upon him like a lion would its prey. He rolled him onto his back and lay on top of him, savouring the moment before devouring his feast. Rafael whimpered as he lay on his back looking up at him. His green eyes blinked, rather seductively, and his quivering bottom lip was driving Steve to the brink of insanity. He grabbed Rafael's wrists and pinned them over his head, holding them together with one strong hand.
Steve ground against him and stared at Rafael's sexy pout, which was enough to make him want to explode. The way his upper lip protruded a bit from his lower one drove him wild. He violently thrust his hips against him taking pleasure in the moans Rafael emitted. The man's mouth was insanely sexy, and when Rafael bit his lower lip, Steve could no longer hold back. He pressed his mouth against Rafael's and bit at his upper lip, relishing the surprised whimpers coming from him. His tongue traced around his lips before forcing its way into Barba's mouth, brushing against his teeth and jabbing at his throat.
Rafael felt his cock come to life as Steve ravaged his mouth and thrust against him. Steve's brutal assault on his mouth was intense, relentless, and a major turn on. Steve showed him no mercy as his mouth deftly moved from Rafael's lips, to his neck, and back to his mouth. He was in such complete control and moved so quickly that Rafael didn't have time to react and return the favor. All he could do was lie there and accept whatever Steve decided to do to him. After a long, hard week in court, relinquishing control was exactly what he needed.
Steve finally took a break to breath. He let go of Rafael's wrists and propped himself up, his hands on the floor beside Rafael's head. "Would you like to find out what I had planned for you now?" he asked, panting, his forehead slick with a sheen of sweat.
"Yes. Yes... please."
"That's good, so polite."
Steve stood and hauled him to his feet. He forced him over to the desk and bent him over it, with one hand on the back of Rafael's neck, he held him in place. Rafael groaned when papers from his desk fell and scattered on the floor. Steve gripped his neck tighter and lightly slammed his face into the wood. "Never mind," he said. He pushed down his trousers and boxers enough to allow his cock to spring out, as if it had a life of its own, and knew what it wanted.
His other hand reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small container of lube. He squeezed some onto himself, and ran his hand up and down his length. His finger wiped the excess lube in and around Rafael's entrance. He felt Rafael tighten around his finger so he applied a little more lube and inserted two fingers into him and brushed his prostrate.
"Relax," he whispered to him. The tiny whimpers coming from Rafael caused Steve's cock to throb and pulsate. Gently, he pressed his throbbing head against his entrance and eased into him, eliciting the sexiest moans, gasps, and whimpers from Rafael.
Rafael's writhing and moans were enough to make Steve want to thrust his entire length into him and pound him mercilessly. But, he maintained self control and entered him slowly, allowing Rafael to adjust to his girth. Steve groaned as he slid in deeper, little by little, feeling the tightness of Rafael around his hard and slick cock.
Rafael gasped and wriggled under him, creating even more pleasure for Steve. The sight of him writhing as he was forcibly pressed up against the desk was nearly enough to make Steve blow his load. "Stop squirming," he hissed.
Steve fucked him, slow and gentle to start, but soon increased his pace and thrust deeper and deeper, encouraged by his moans of pleasure. Rafael couldn't take much more, and he reached down in an attempt to touch his own throbbing cock.
"No," Steve said, and pinned his wrist to the desk. "Don't you dare."
Rafael moaned and whimpered pathetically, just the way Steve liked. Steve had planned to take his time, but he knew that he couldn't contain himself much longer. After all, sometimes a quick, hard fuck was just as satisfying as a long, slow one. He pounded into him, forcing Rafael's cheek to slide on the desk. Steve felt pressure building in his cock and he increased his pace, until he exploded in Rafael. Slowly he pulled out and reached around to Rafael's cock and pumped it lazily, forcing him to beg for release.
"Steve. P please."
"What was that?" Steve loosened his grip and slowed down his pace.
"Oh god... Captain... please," Rafael pleaded. "Please..." Rafael impatiently reached for his leaking cock.
"No, I'm in charge here." Steve brushed Rafael's hand away and continued to pump him slowly, his hand wet with his pre cum. Despite his exhaustion, he found the energy to smirk at Rafael's whiny voice and flushed face. "What a whiny little mess you are."
"Come on... not fair..."
"I'll bet you're not so pathetic in front of a judge."
"Captain... I can't take it. Please," Rafael begged.
He finally gave in to Rafael's pathetic pleas. He tightened his grip on his pulsing cock and fingered him on the underside of its head. He increased his tempo and finally allowed Rafael to explode, his cum sprayed the floor, as Steve watched in appreciation.
Steve lifted himself off of Rafael and pulled up his boxers and pants. He sank into the chair and pulled him down on top him. The two sat together, each taking a minute to catch their breath.
Steve's fetish of dressing Rafael after sex kicked in. Rafael had found it very odd at first, but now it was something he looked forward to. Even though he had been victorious in court, it had been a long, hard day, and he needed to be looked after. Steve smoothed out Rafael's ruffled hair and wiped his bottom with some take out napkins. He pulled up Rafael's briefs and pants, zipped him up, and tucked his shirt into his pants. Steve gave him a quick kiss, straightened his tie, and pulled his suspenders back over his shoulders. "Good as new."
Rafael returned his kiss and reached for napkin to clean up the mess on the floor. Steve bent down and took the napkin from him. "I'll get it," he said, smiling.
Rafael kissed his cheek and massaged his shoulders while he wiped up the evidence. Rafael collected the files that had fallen to the floor and straightened up his desk. He began to read over one last file; Steve reached over and took the papers from his hands and put them on the desk. He hugged him tight and kissed the top of his head. "Put your work away, Rafael. We have dinner reservations in an hour."