He'd been fairly surprised when his phone had buzzed. Although he wasn't supposed to use it, let alone have it at work he'd kept it in his office cubicle while working. Tucked it under a notepad discretely. Noting the message was from Hanamiya, a video clip, he'd reached for his earphones and had begun to play only to pause seconds later with a deep twist in his gut at the sensual sight that he had been sent for personal pleasure.
No doubt Hanamiya had only done it to inconvenience him, knowing his easily sprung lover would struggle to resist the urges.
When lunch had come a well-spent ten minutes in the mens stall jacking off had preceded a simply reply of "Cute". The casual attitude of which he knew would rile up the dark haired man intensely. When he was angry he got oh-so creative in bed and he struggled to deny the fact that he had begun to enjoy the infliction of pain in very, very mild doses.
One such example was when he'd returned home, barely a minute through the door and the shorter male was calling him a few choice pet names that Teppei had somehow persuaded the other to agree upon not repeating them in public. Then there had been a rough bite to his throat and soft kisses with each removal of a button until lips curved a perfect 'o' about his— Oh sweet mother of passing— and sucked until he felt more then a little legless.
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Now he felt like he'd a bunch of carrots rammed up his ass albeit at the right angle, how was he going to get back up let alone walk?
…He loved Makoto, the silly sod that he was.