Insanity. There was no other way to describe Viren's current state of mind. Aaravos' presence had driven him into insanity. From the very first time Viren had laid eyes on him, the startouched elf was the only thing he could think about— the only thing he wanted to think about. Viren lowered the phone with shaking hands. They were actually going to go through with it, and, if Crow Master did his job, no one would interrupt them under any circumstances. Still, to be safe he started to walk over to the door to lock it, but Aaravos' voice made him stop.
"No," he said. "Leave it."
"But anyone could walk in," Viren protested. The large smirk on the elf's face made Viren's stomach turn. Aaravos leaned back in the leather chair, laying his hands over the armrests. The way his legs parted made Viren forget about what they had been discussing.
"It's more fun that way," Aaravos answered. The smile fell from his face and he ordered, "Come here."
Viren glanced at the lock on the door, but obeyed his CEO. He stood in front of the elf, shifting in uncertainty, and his eyes drifted down to the cock ring on his desk. Everything about this situation terrified him, but, gods, did he ever want it. Aaravos was the second man Viren had found himself infatuated with. The first had been Harrow. They had known each other for many years, becoming extremely close. It had been because of Harrow that Viren had even started working for this company. His life fell apart after his divorce and Viren was in desperate need of a better paying job to take care of his children. Harrow had offered him a position as a salesman here, which he gladly accepted. Over the years that they had worked together, their relationship began to deteriorate. Viren was still uncertain why they had drifted apart, but the last time he had spoken to Harrow, an irrevocable wedge was driven between them. And then, Harrow was gone. Transferred to a different branch without any warning and Viren was promoted to manager. It took Viren quite some time to recover from the loss of his best— and only— friend. He held no ill-feelings towards Harrow, though. But their broken relationship was a cruel reminder that people always ended up disappointing him, one way or another, and that had been the day that Viren stopped letting people into his heart.
Until Aaravos.
Though, if he was being honest with himself, Viren had no idea how he felt about the elf before him. There were no feelings of love, like there had been for Harrow. No. This was a different sort of attraction. Strictly physical. A primal lust.
Aaravos considered him for a moment then commanded, "On your knees." Viren hesitated, but lowered himself in front of the elf. He chewed the inside of his lip, not sure what to do next. Fortunately, Aaravos seemed prepared to guide him. "Take it out."
With trembling hands, Viren unbuckled the designer belt and carefully tugged it free from the loops around Aaravos' navy blue pants. He fumbled with the dark button at the top of the waistband then pulled the zipper down. With a deep breath, Viren reached behind the silk briefs that Aaravos was wearing. His startouched flesh was hot.
Aaravos inhaled sharply as Viren's hand enclosed around him. He gently pulled it out of the underwear and his eyes widened. The elf had yet to get hard, but he was already so big. Impressive size aside, Viren found himself staring at the beautiful member, noticing the way the flesh around the shaft seemed to go from light to darker near the tip, and the way it seemed to glitter in places, like the stars in the night sky. Viren wanted to taste it, so he put his other hand on Aaravos' thigh and leaned down. His tongue dragged itself over the head and Aaravos' hand gripped Viren's hair tightly. Ignoring the discomfort from the elf's grip, Viren moved his head lower and licked the base of Aaravos' cock, which was starting to swell in response to the intimate touch. "Devour it," Aaravos ordered, tugging on Viren's hair.
He flinched from the rough contact, but nodded. His lips went back to the tip and Viren opened his mouth, taking the cock into him. He let it slide into him until it hit the back of his mouth and, for a brief moment, Viren felt like he might gag. Pulling his head back, he started to suck on it, trying to get a better taste of Aaravos' flavour. The elf moaned, putting his other hand on the top of Viren's head. He gently guided Viren back and forth in a slow motion, grip tightening as his dick hardened.
Viren tried to pull away. The erection was too big for his mouth. It was stretching his jaw out.
"No," Aaravos said, forcing Viren's head back down. He let out another moan as his strong hands pushed and pulled Viren's head up and down in a quick motion.
There was nothing Viren could do to fight the motion. He merely gripped onto Aaravos' suit pants as the large cock shoved its way down his throat. Faster. Harder. It felt like Viren's throat was being ripped apart. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, taking the abuse without protest.
Finally, Aaravos let out a cry and his cock trembled in Viren's mouth. A hot liquid struck the walls of his throat then filled his mouth as the elf pulled his dick out from between Viren's lips. A silver, glittering cum was excreting from the tip of Aaravos' cock.
Viren swallowed once, the hot juice tickling his throat. Then he swallowed again, trying to clear his mouth of the fluids, but some managed to leak through his lips, dribbling down his chin. He sank to the ground, letting his arms fall to his side and started up at Aaravos. The elf was panting in his chair, a look of absolute satisfaction on his face. His golden eyes drifted down to Viren and he smiled. He leaned forward, holding Viren's face in his hands then licked the cum off of his chin. "Well done, Viren," he purred. "Now it's time for your reward." The elf tucked himself back into his briefs and zipped up his pants. Then he gently pulled Viren back onto his feet. "Get onto the desk," he instructed.
"What?" Viren asked, barely audible from the rawness in his throat. Not bothering to explain, Aaravos picked him up and set him down so he was sitting on the surface of the desk. Without waiting for Viren to recover, the elf tugged the human's pants and underwear off his hips.
Viren shivered from pleasure as those strong startouched fingers wrapped around him. The elf held up the cock ring and gave him a grin that almost seemed sadistic. "You can't take it off. Only I can. Do you understand, Viren?"
He nodded. He would do anything the elf asked of him. The ring slipped on without much resistance and Viren looked down at his dick, embarrassed by the much smaller size. If Aaravos was disappointed in Viren's size, he showed no sign of it as his mouth enclosed around the plain cock. Not expecting the euphoric wave that rushed through his body, Viren let out an alarmed wail. He pitched forward, hands gripping onto Aaravos' shoulders tightly. Viren was hard within seconds and the ring pinched the base of his cock tightly.
"Fuck," he groaned, eyes widening as Aaravos began to suck. His breaths came out in short gasps and it felt like he was losing all control of his body. Viren's back arched and his hands moved up into Aaravos' beautiful hair. The elf bit down gently. Another cry burst from Viren's mouth and his fingers curled around Aaravos' horns. Viren watched through vision blurred with tears as those horns moved up and down, matching the rhythm of pleasure coursing through Viren's body.
He was going to cum. He wanted to. His body was climaxing, but there was no release. "Aa-Aara," he gasped, body burning with rapture. "The ring," he tried. The ring needed to come off so he could cum, but Aaravos ignored him. Instead of taking the ring off, Aaravos looked up at him and stuck a finger into Viren's mouth. Then a second. The human licked them, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. He was disappointed when Aaravos retracted them after only a short moment.
His eyes went wide again as the elf's wetted finger forced its way into Viren's asshole. His body shrank into itself from the pain, but after a few seconds, the only thing he felt was intoxicating bliss. Unable to support himself, Viren lay back on the desk. "Fuck," he moaned again, putting an arm over his eyes. He felt like he was going to die.
Aaravos' second finger slid into Viren's ass and his body buckled. His back arched then fell back against the desk as Aaravos' mouth continued to encompass his cock and his fingers spread open his asshole. "Aaravos, please," Viren begged. "Take it off."
The elf slipped his fingers out of Viren's hole and pulled his lips away from his throbbing dick. His flesh was red and painfully swollen. Aaravos smiled down at him, seemingly satisfied by the sight of the writhing human beneath him, and pulled off the ring.
Viren flinched as waves of cum burst out of his cock. His body went limp against the desk as the relief of release hit him. The fluorescent light in the ceiling above Viren flickered as he stared up at it, unable to move his body.
The elf leaned over him, setting the ring on Viren's exposed stomach. "You did well today, but next time I'm not going to be as kind."
Viren forced himself to sit up, panting. He was glad that Aaravos had liked him enough to want another go, but his words concerned Viren. Not as kind? What did the elf have planned for him?
Aaravos straightened his tie and retrieved his belt from the floor. He slipped it back on then smoothed out his hair. His sharp, golden eyes examined Viren for a moment then he lift a finger in the air. "I almost forgot. I have another gift for you."
Viren watched him in concern, but was surprised when the elf pulled out a slip of paper from the interior pocket of his suit jacket. He took it from Aaravos' fingers.
"My private phone number," the elf explained. He started walking to the door and added, "Feel free to call me whenever you have a situation you might need help with." He winked then opened the door just enough so he could slip outside.
Viren slid off the desk as the door clicked shut, feeling disappointed that Aaravos had left so abruptly. He pulled up his pants then looked at the phone number on the small piece of paper. His fingers crumpled it into a ball then held it over the trash bin, where it hovered for a minute.
With a sigh, Viren smoothed out the paper and tucked it into his suit jacket pocket. Who was he kidding? Aaravos was like a drug to him and his addiction was only growing stronger. He was going to need that phone number. Probably sooner than he cared to admit.