A/N from A.C.: Chappie idea comes from the wonderful Kickcows. Thank you, darling! Sorry it's such a short chapter though!
A loud shuddering moan let out in the office of the Warden, "Dear fuck, Tseng…" He bucked his hips up, pushing deeper inside the man riding his pulsing length. He pressed his chest against Tseng's back, groaning deep in his throat as he slammed into the older man's prostate, causing him to whine softly.
"R- Rufus…" The brunet's back arched when one of the blond's hands came around to pick at pert nipples. The other arm wrapped around the older man's waist, pulling him back against him.
Rufus nipped at the guard's ear, growling out, "What did I say…" He ground his teeth on the fragile flesh as he gave a hard thrust against Tseng's sweet spot, "about calling me by… my name..?"
Tseng's muscles clenched deliciously in apology at the mistake before his head fell back against the younger man's shoulder, "Ngh… s- sorry, Sir…"
The young Warden thrust up faster, moving his hands to tightly grip the Wutaiian guard's hips, digging his well-manicured fingernails into pale flesh. The older man dug his nails into the arms of the black spinny chair that they were situated in and rocked his hips desperately, so close to the edge. Rufus let out a deep groan, his fingernails digging in and breaking flesh, as he thrust faster, pushing in as deep as he could go.
"I'm so… fucking close…"
"Please, Sir…" The guard begged, leaning forward a bit so he could push back against the Warden's moving hips.
Rufus bit down hard on the older man's neck and pushed as deep into the other man as he could. He gave a muffled shout of his release, continuing to rock his hips until the guard was filled. He released the guard's neck and immediately pulled out of the older man, pushing him away from the chair. Tseng stumbled a bit, weak on his feet, still short of his climax.
He looked back at the Warden, pure unadulterated need shining in his deep brown eyes, "S- Sir…"
"Clean yourself up." The blond hissed, "Get dressed and go do your job."
Tseng swallowed down the pain from the harsh order and limped over to the couch in the office where his clothes had been removed. He glanced over at the Warden and watched as he tucked himself away. The guard finished dressing himself and walked with a small limp over to the door.
"Sir… Do you need anything..?" He wondered how he could keep his voice cold and emotionless even though his heart burned with need to be pleasured by the younger man.
"No, Tseng. Go do your job." The harsh voice came back at him and the guard nodded.
The Wutaiian man opened the door and walked out; letting out a shuddering sigh as he started down the hallway, hoping his throbbing erection wouldn't be easily noticed. He let out a sharp gasp when he felt two hands grab him, one taking hold of his wrist and the other one covering his mouth. He was quickly pulled into an office that was currently not being used. He chocolate brown eyes widened as he finally saw the smirking blunette that was holding him captive.
"I see… you are in need of a little help…" The prisoner's voice came out in a low purr as he moved the hand over the guard's mouth to palm at the bulge in his trousers.
Tseng squeaked, bucking his hips involuntarily, "N- No… stop it…"
"See, Tseng…" The clawed hand undid the guard's trousers and slipped inside, stroking along the pulsing member, "I was right, hmn? I knew that he thinks of you only as a toy." He leaned over to whisper in the older man's ear, his hand pulling away from the tanned wrist to push up and under the guard's uniform shirt. "All you want from him… is love, am I correct?"
The older man arched his back against the door he was pressed against and let out a strangled moan, something he was trying to hold back, "I- I… That's none of your business, Saix!"
The blunette snorted, moving his hand faster over the guard's hard length, "Oh? But I think I could help you, Tseng… I think that I can give you the release that the good Warden does not let you have."
"I- I don't want you!"
Dropping to his knees, Saix pulled down the guard's pants and boxers, exposing him to the cool air of the office. "By the look of it… You do." He purred softly, giving the erection before him a long lick from base to tip, being sure to lap up the droplets of pre-come pooling at the tip.
The Wutaiian let out a surprising noise – that not even he knew he could make – that was halfway between a moan and a cry. "S- Saix!" He bucked his hips, needing desperately to get into that wonderfully wet and warm mouth.
"I want something from you…" Another long lick, "If you give me what I want, I will give you what you want. Deal..?"
The brunet bucked his hips, his shaking hands moving to grip the blunette's hair, "A- Anything!"
"Is that a deal…?" He nipped at the crown of the older man's member, drawing out a sharp cry, "Or not..?"