"I thought we were running late," Mokuba thought out loud as he noticed that Rafael behind him had stopped to treat his casual jacket to a scrutinizing glare in the reflection in one of the vast windows.

The dark night was buzzing with life; the warning lights of the tall building looming over the city, rushing colours of passing cars, the lights of the night... A scene unravelled before Mokuba's eyes which put him in mind of slow jazz or probably lounge music, the kind of music he usually listened to while enjoying a relaxing evening with Rafael.
It was the sound, the feeling of the night. Night in the city.
And this wonderful night, a night of love and life, glistened beautifully far below them.
That's the benefit of having a party on the 15th floor of a building, Mokuba thought, gazing outside.

Concluding that it was his tie which was bothering him Rafael slowly removed it.
He turned and faced Mokuba.
"Better?" he asked while joining his side.
"It's definitely more casual," Mokuba pointed out while snatching the tie from Rafael's hands, "And in my opinion you shouldn't be wearing ties. At all. Actually life would be much easier for me if you wouldn't walk around fully clothed..."

Rafael chuckled and hugged Mokuba to his chest.
"It gets too draughty down there, believe me I've tried it and didn't like it," Rafael explained. He kissed Mokuba on the forehead before pulling him along.
"In your office?" Mokuba asked.
"On that isolated island where I spent the majority of my youth," Rafael replied as levelly as he could. He stared straight ahead.
They walked the far too long corridor in total silence until Mokuba would change the subject again:

"Shouldn't we, like, get a move on? You were supposed to be at your company's party more than an hour ago."

"Then what difference do five minutes make?" Rafael asked.

Mokuba shrugged.
"Maybe you could at least try to look strained and pant a bit to give the impression you were in a hurry to arrive here?" Mokuba suggested.

"This is an informal meeting," Rafael explained, "You don't have to be punctual."

"I see you haven't been to any of my brother's informal meetings," Mokuba ts-tsked disapprovingly.

"I can barely imagine your brother wearing a party hat and chanting lewd songs while showering co-workers with champagne," Rafael replied. He chuckled under his breath.
"Neither can I," Mokuba retorted almost instantly, "I'm afraid we at KaibaCorporation don't have that kind of office parties."

Rafael nodded, agreeing.
"Otherwise you would have lost your virginity a lot earlier."

Mokuba cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I suppose a lot of your brother's business partners make you cream your pants, don't they?" Rafael chuckled again, "And if they're intoxicated and in high spirits and you, being the only sober one, have the opportunity to do with them as you please..."

The cocked eyebrow on Mokuba's face had disappeared to make room for a threatening glare.

"I'm very picky," was all Mokuba could reply.

"No, you're not," Rafael disagreed, "You picked me."

"Not many of Seto's business partners are hung like you," Mokuba pointed out. His right hand darted for cover in one of Rafael's pockets on the back of his trousers. He savoured the warmth transmitted through the far too tightly stretched fabric.

"Got a stiffy already?" Mokuba asked while focussing on Rafael's crotch.

Rafael harrumphed dismissively. He pulled Mokuba closer before stopping in front of a door. He inserted the, at least in Mokuba's eyes, ridiculously expensive looking invitation key card into the small slot next to the handle.
Almost soundlessly the door unlocked and swung back a few inches.
Mokuba rolled his eyes.

"Useless gimmick," he cursed under his breath.
"Your brother would love it," Rafael assured him before tugging him along.

He smiled at a waiter greeting them as he entered and handed him the glittering key card.
He noticed the questioning look he was shot.

"He's my plus one," Rafael answered the question hanging in the air but added, after a quick glance at Mokuba, "More like my plus half."

Mokuba glowered at Rafael before rolling his eyes. He didn't have time to take in the room before his view was again blocked by obviously one of Rafael's colleagues rushing to his side to greet him in a businessman way. That is to say, one hand holding a glass and the other slamming into the other one's back as the owner wouldn't know what to do with it apart from fumbling around with his trousers or tie when he wasn't watched or coughing nervously into it.

Mokuba sighed.
Oh great. So it was one of those parties again. Rich people talking about their rich lives in a rich manner while getting drunk and even more boring. And if Rafael refused to let him have any drinks tonight... Well, he'd threaten to throw himself off the beautiful balcony over there.
How very mature, a devious voice at the back of his head added.
I'm not being immature, Mokuba reassured himself, he is if he doesn't let me have any alcohol. I can handle a few drinks.
Like you handled them on the first night you two met? the devious voice remarked.
Either way, I need to get pissed tonight, Mokuba thought to himself. It's the only thing to keep me off Rafael's balls right now...

Mokuba was gently nudge in the ribcage.
"May I introduce you to my colleague Mr. Hayashi..." Rafael began but was interrupted by Mokuba who, after eyeing up aforementioned Mr. Hayashi and giving a lewd grin, emphasized
"Yes you may."

Rafael cleared his throat and made a mental note to make his little toy boy pay for that inappropriate behaviour later.
"Mr Hayashi is Mr Ichida's co-assistant and responsible for most of the blue prints my department receives. We talked about him earlier."

Rafael's colleague looked back and forth between the two of them and gave a hearty laugh.
"He's cheeky," he remarked before inquiring for further details: "You got yourself a trainee?"

"No, I'm his all-inclusive escort," Mokuba replied before Rafael could have provided him with an answer.

Rafael's colleague shot him a questioning glare. Then he burst out laughing again.
"He is cheeky," Mr. Hayashi repeated, "I like him. As soon as he's finished the traineeship in your department you'll have to lend him to me. We need the likes of him; someone who has the gift of the gab and speaks his mind."

"And doesn't know when to shut up," Rafael added while breathing out slowly with the menace draining slowly from his lungs.

"Don't be too hard on him," Hayashi said. He ruffled Mokuba's hair amicably, "It's probably his first time, being to an office party."
"And it's definitely going to be the last time I'm taking him with me," Rafael added in a bittersweet voice.
Mokuba snuggled up closer to him, eyeing up a tray of drinks as it passed.
Rafael, engrossed in a quickly arising conversation with Mr. Hayashi stopped Mokuba's hand from reaching for a glass.

"No, you don't," Rafael whispered matter-of-factly, "You're behaviour is bad enough as it is."
"But..." Mokuba began but Rafael glowered at him.
"I mean it," Rafael insisted, "You're too young, I'm responsible for your well-being and if anything happens to you your brother is going to kill me... quite literally."

"But one drink won't do me any harm," Mokuba picked up the matter again after Mr. Hayashi had disappeared into the reservedly chatting and laughing crowd surrounding them.
"One drink is more than your teenage brain can handle," Rafael patted Mokuba's back tenderly, "Remember. My boss is here, my colleagues are here and I sense there's already too much testosterone in here because you've been drooling over me for the past five minutes."

Mokuba gulped audibly and focussed on something other than Rafael's crotch.
"I can't help it," Mokuba persisted while grabbing Rafael's hands, "So it's either a quickie in the bathroom or I get a few drinks. What's it gonna be?"
Rafael stroked his shoulders while pulling him closer. "Are you about to throw a tantrum?" he whispered and couldn't bite back a chuckle.
"Throwing a tantrum would be ripping off your clothes and sucking you off in the middle of the room," Mokuba explained. He gripped Rafael's hips, his face brushing against his chest, "I mean it. I want you. Now."

Rafael released his grip on him as he felt a hand settling on his shoulder.

"Where have you been hiding? I thought you'd miss out on tonight's celebrations."

Mokuba looked up and into a pair of adamant eyes glaring at him a few inches above Rafael's shoulder.
He shot Rafael a questioning glare.
"Mr Inogashira. Worked for a rival company. Constructor. You won't like him," Rafael briefed him.
"Why?" Mokuba whispered.
"You'll see," Rafael replied before clearing his throat and chuckling.

"Haven't seen you in months," Rafael tried making small talk. "Business trip?"

"I went to a couple of fairs, expositions, presentations... you know, nothing interesting as always," Mr Inogashira replied, pressing a glass of champagne into Rafael's hands. Mokuba snatched it from Rafael's unresisting fingers and had downed it in no time.
Rafael rolled his eyes and returned the empty glass.
"You would think working in the adult entertainment industry would be more exciting than that," Mr Inogashira went on explaining while treating Mokuba to a long and lost stare, "But at the end of the day it comes down to paperwork. So who's your little friend there?"

The questioned was posed with mild disinterest as Rafael's colleague drew nearer to eye up Rafael's little trophy. Rafael cleared his throat, aware of the sudden interest in his companion.
Oh great, and here came the rest of Inogashira's useless department...

A few handshakes, nudges and intoxicated laughs later Rafael and Mokuba were surrounded by 'friends from work' as Mr Inogashira put it. To Rafael's displeasure far too many glasses were passed on to him and his lover before Mr Inogashira picked up the conversation again:

"Rafael was about to introduce us to his little keepsake."

He's trying to stay calm, Mokuba noted as he spotted the tensing muscles in his neck. But he was kind enough to reply: "I'm Akiro."
"Mr Inogashira has joined the company four months ago and is involved in every step of the prototyping from the blue prints to the first preproduction model," Rafael explained.
"Please, can we drop the formalities?" Mr Inogashira sighed disapprovingly before addressing Mokuba, "You can call me Goro. I've tried extending this intimacy to your sugar daddy but he seems to decline my offer time and time again."
"Calling your colleagues by their first names is highly unprofessional," Rafael replied as levelly as he could.
Mr Inogashira shrugged and sipped his champagne.

"Rent boy?" he deducted, indicating Mokuba. Rafael shook his head which was met with a hearty laugh on his colleague's behalf.
"Come on, you can see that he's not cut out for any company's nine-to-five job. At least as long as it requires something else than a cock in his arse and his legs in the air."

Rafael glowered at him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that Mr Inogashira's colleagues had closed in on them. A few unnoticed movements and they had set the stage for their pack leader to entertain them...

"Oh look...a souvenir?" Mr Inogashira asked while indicating the tie loosely hanging from the pockets of Mokuba's trousers where he had put it absentmindedly.
"Did you already give him a bit of cock?" his colleague sniggered, "You're not one to beat around the bush, are you?" He treated Mokuba to a long stare. "Is he one of those flat-rate boys you've been telling us about who charge for one night and all the cum they can eat?"

Mokuba felt his stomach turning into a knot and the blood draining from his face.
And he had thought Rafael's talk was disgusting sometimes...

"That's a cute bit of street meat you got there," another colleague remarked.
Mokuba looked over his shoulder as he felt one hand entangling in his hair; he wrapped his hands around Rafael's arms defensively.

Rafael, aware of the derogatory remark, growled inwardly. He scanned the room in dire need of anyone else he knew currently not conducting a conversation.
Anybody sober enough to be in their right minds.

He wrapped an arm around Mokuba's back, pulling him closer towards his chest while getting rid of the grubby man's hand annoyingly combing through Mokuba's hair.

"Ouch," Mokuba hissed while turning to face the pervert who he'd tugged yet again at his hair.
"Smells nice," the aforementioned pervert commented, visibly unperturbed by the glare Mokuba shot him.
"Can't stand the unwashed alley cats myself," Mr Inogashira added to the foregoing remark, "You know, the really dirty ones with the stink of piss and cum all over them… they're so used to it they have an averseness to baths and showers, you know, like real cats. And you don't wanna know what gets entangled down there…" he added, indicating his nether regions.
His demonstration was met with intoxicated laughter.

Rafael wrapped an arm around Mokuba's torso and pulled him closer, protectively. But Mokuba refused to be towed away and stood still, resisting Rafael's attempts to find a less intrusive conversation partner.
He was ablaze with fury and determined to have this talk until the very end.

Rafael sighed. Feeling that Mokuba was in one of his moods he detached his hand from his lover's hips and walked off, suddenly in dire need of a drink.
Mokuba thought he could handle the situation himself. Then it was probably best to let him see for himself how he could handle it...

"Fortunately they're all shaved these days, not crawling with vermin," Mr Inogashira went on explaining. Mokuba had stopped scowling at him; it wouldn't prevent him from leering back.
"What about your little friend?" he was about to ask Rafael but noticed that he'd vanished into thin air. His next target was Mokuba who he posed the next question to.
"Shaved?" he asked, "Or don't you need to yet?"

Mokuba could barely withhold the rage bubbling up inside of him.
He felt the blush and anger rising as the surrounded crowd appeared to be joining in on the derogatory comments.
But there was still a way to turn this around...

In the blink of an eye Mokuba had grabbed the man's tie and pulled him closer towards himself.
"Do you want to find out?" he said seductively while caressing his cheeks with soft fingers.
"A cheeky boy, eh?" escaped Mr Inogashira throat and gave an intoxicated giggle while closing his fingers around Mokuba's. "Would you show me your privates?"

A roar of 'woos' went through the on looking crowd.
"That depends," Mokuba stated, his boisterous side having taken over again, "How much money have you got on yourself right now?"

Another round of 'woos' followed.

"I can assure you that money is no object," Rafael's colleague licked his lips; whether it was out of nervousness or slight arousal Mokuba couldn't tell.
"I hope I'm not out of your league," Mokuba purred.
One of his friend's slapped Mr Inogashira so hard on the back he almost spilled the glass of champagne he was still clutching with his free hand.
"He's cheeky," one of them agreed, joining in on the other's laughter, "I think you should give this little bastard a good shag."

"I don't pay for sex," Mr Inogashira pointed out while running his fingers over Mokuba's hips, "But don't you think it would be good advertising if you gave me a free ride?"
Mokuba chuckled, mostly out of nervousness as the obtrusive colleague grabbed his ass and squeezed it thoroughly.
"I think the restroom is currently unoccupied," he explained, keeping an eye on the slightly ajar door, "How would you like it to have my dick crammed into your cute teenage arse?"
"How would you like it to have your balls bitten off by a cute teenage mouth?" Mokuba snapped before he could have stopped himself.

He straightened up and shoved Mr Inogashira's hands away.
"I don't do charity," he explained, "Though I expect that's what you'll have to rely on to lay a pipe."

Mokuba turned on his heel and disappeared amidst laughter.
He made sure to mingle with the celebrating crowd as soon as possible, feeling the blood draining from his face.
He had just insulted one of Rafael's colleagues. One who could probably sack his lover. Or make his life a living hell. Or was going to take his revenge and strangle him the very next moment.
He dared to look over his shoulder to make sure Mr Inogashira was still where he had left him, surrounded by his pack.
Good.
But he could already be planning his revenge for the humiliation he had caused him...

Mokuba disappeared behind a decorative tree, observing his surroundings. His heart was hammering in his chest and the terrible feeling of cold dread settled in his stomach. His eyes searched restlessly as he patrolled the room as cautiously as he could, ducking behind every piece of furniture.
He needed Rafael.
Now.

A quick search led him to his lover, who was lounging on a couch in front of a brilliantly glistening table.
"Did you prove your point?" Rafael asked while patting his knee invitingly, urging Mokuba to sit in his lap, "Straightened him out?"

Mokuba snuggled up to Rafael and rested his head against his chest. Still his limbs felt like lead.
"He may want to kill me," Mokuba whispered while closing his eyes.
Rafael chuckled. He ran his fingers through his lover's hair.
"He's the life of the party; in a few hours tonight will be nothing but a blur in his mind."

"Yeah, but I have to survive those few hours first," Mokuba replied while trying to find a comfortable position on top of Rafael.
"You're not really afraid of him, are you?" Rafael asked tenderly.
Mokuba shook his head.

"You curse yourself for not bridling your tongue," Rafael went on, "You wish you had listened to that small voice inside your head that calls itself 'common sense' instead of ignoring it until it was too late. And you regret every word you've said."

"Not every word," Mokuba snapped before letting his head fall onto Rafael's shoulder with a deep sigh.

"I shouldn't have introduced you two," Rafael said and meant it, "Whatever you've said it was an accident waiting to happen."

"You pay for sex?"
Mokuba had popped the question as he was still pondering over that matter.

"Do I pay you?" Rafael asked back.
"Sometimes I get a coffee afterwards," Mokuba replied.
"That's not even considered tip," Rafael disagreed.
"Do you pay someone else?" Mokuba nagged on.

"You're really overestimating my virility if you think I can keep two boys of your kind at the same time," Rafael chuckled. He nuzzled Mokuba's neck. "Sometimes I wonder how I can bear up against you."

"But you had sex with rent boys, didn't you?" Mokuba kept pressing on.
Rafael shrugged.
"Why do you ask?" he asked back.

"I just want to know. Please. Did you ever pay for sex?" Mokuba took no denial.

Again Rafael shrugged. He gazed into Mokuba's eyes, unfocussed.
"Yes," he replied eventually, "Was that all you wanted to know?"
"Not yet," Mokuba snapped. He treated Rafael to a long and questioning stare.
"You really did pay for sex?" Mokuba repeated his question in disbelief. "You had to pay for sex?"

"That's not what I said," Rafael objected. He cradled Mokuba in his arms.
"You had sex with prostitutes?" Mokuba savoured the word with a strange fascination.
Rafael shrugged.
"Does it matter to you?" he asked and meant it.

This time Mokuba could think of nothing to say. He shrugged while wrapping his arms around Rafael's chest.
"Dunno," was all he would say in a while. Somehow it didn't add up. Rafael, who had twisted him around his finger so easily, who was sensitive and clingy had to rely on prostitutes...

"Did they look like me?" Mokuba asked and wished he hadn't, "Okay, forget it. I don't think I want to know."
Another pause followed.
"Were they of age?" Mokuba went on.

"Of course were they of age," Rafael snapped before pulling Mokuba's face up until it was level with his, "Look, I was horny, I was very lonely and I needed someone to take care of both problems at once. It was nothing special and nothing I would recommend. And it has got nothing to do with you."

"I want to know if I'm serving a kerb-crawling old lecher who has to resort to pay someone for sex. I mean, it was just normal sex, was it? Nothing too kinky or extremely perverted, I mean with you it had to be kinky and extremely perverted..."

"It was just plain anal sex, okay?" Rafael interrupted him, visibly unnerved by Mokuba's sudden curiosity, "Well, it was only safe sex too, I wasn't feeling comfortable enough to do it bareback, it just didn't feel right... I couldn't trust him. I can't trust someone I've only just picked up."
"But you trusted me that I was clean when you took me home and out of the rain the first night we met," Mokuba said and almost recoiled at the realization how pathetically romantic it sounded.

"We weren't strangers, we've met before. Though I prefer not recall too much of it I did remember you were KaibaCorporation's second choice," Rafael replied.
"But we didn't know that we weren't strangers," Mokuba pointed out.
"I knew who you were," Rafael justified his actions, "As soon as I had taken a closer look at you I knew who I was dealing with. But you weren't that quick, were you?"

A sly little grin danced across Rafael's lips.
"You thought you had really just been subjected to bareback anal sex against cash by a total stranger." He chuckled while nuzzling Mokuba's neck.

"Judging by the way you treated me I could have sworn I had fallen into the hands of a twisted pervert," Mokuba growled. He kissed Rafael's cheeks softly.

"Did you hear enough about my red light escapades?" Rafael asked.
Mokuba shrugged. "For now."

He met Rafael gaze and brought himself to a smile. His fingers patrolled Rafael's thighs expectantly.
"Well, right now I should probably do my best to keep up appearances that you're only picking rent boys who provide a swift and full service, what do you think?"

Mokuba kissed Rafael's neck while straddling and mounting him shamelessly. He purred quietly and moaned as he felt Rafael's swelling flesh pressing against his crotch in anticipation.

Rafael cleared his throat, fighting the urge to pop a boner.
Unless Mokuba he was fully aware of their crowded surroundings.
"Not here, not now," he whispered quietly. Mokuba's eyes searched for the rest room's door and check whether it was occupied.
"I'm needy," Mokuba pleaded, trying to massage some life into Rafael's indecisively twitching member, "Want you... want you now..."

Rafael, disgruntled by the sudden burst of horniness Mokuba was suffering from ruffled his lover's hair unaffectionate before adding: "If you're scared of being seen I suggest you hide under that table."
Mokuba found himself shoved out of his cosy lover's lap lap and pushed under the low coffee table in front of Rafael.

"You can't keep me under here!" Mokuba protested. But as soon as his head emerged Rafael kicked him back

"And stop fussing around like this, you're spilling all the glasses."

Mokuba glowered at him.

"It's for your own safety," Rafael assured him, adding a bit quieter, "And my own comfort."

Mokuba, reconsidering his current occupation, wished Rafael could have seen the devious smile on his lips. "You may be right about that," he agreed smugly.

He grabbed Rafael's crotch and, holding in hands his lover's most delicate parts, directed Rafael's movements as he dragged his lover's nether regions closer to the edge of the table. Mokuba unzipped Rafael's pants, who was now resting rather awkwardly and definitely uncomfortably on the couch opposite him, and freed him from his underwear, which could be described as rather bothersome in the present situation.
His lips brushed over Rafael's tip. Judging by the jerking movements he couldn't suppress, it really sent shivers down his spine.
Mokuba chuckled, bemused by Rafael's striking discomfort before taking his full length into his mouth and letting his tongue toy with it almost playfully. His lips increased the pressure on his lover's cock which swelled swiftly in response.

Mokuba retrieved Rafael's twitching member with an obscene smacking sound from the depths of his oral cavity. Pressing his face against his lover's proud erection he stuck out his tongue and shoved it between Rafael's heavy testicles, tracing the tender flesh that lacked so much attention. He showered Rafael's lovely balls with kisses, licking them expertly in between heavily drawn breaths of air, as sucked and breathed on the warm and pulsing flesh before him.

Rafael cleared his throat nervously, allowing a soft sigh to escape his lips as he suppressed the groans and gasps lingering in his throat. He slumped further down until his crotch had disappeared under the table and from view.
He had tried kicking Mokuba against his shin had a colleague approached him but the displeasing feeling of Mokuba's teeth being dragged menacingly across his skin had convicted him to refrain from doing so next time.

Rafael looked down at Mokuba, kneeling beneath the coffee table, gasping and fidgeting around with his trembling cock as he stripped off his own trousers, too, and tended to his own cock twitching in anticipation.

Mokuba was feeling extremely horny. Whether it was the feeling of Rafael's delicate flesh stuffed into his mouth, his cock he had surrendered to him, his most sensitive parts at his own disposal or the uncertainty whether someone would discover their intimacies displayed this publicly wasn't important.
Both of it was a huge turn on to Mokuba and the nervous glares Rafael shot him just topped it off.

Rafael's throbbing cock tickled at the back of his throat as Mokuba worked his length steadily and with rising impatience. Mokuba struggled to handle both his own erection and Rafael's at the same time as both of them were so distractingly demanding.
He glanced up into Rafael's face, a smile running over his lips even with his lover's limb sticking between them.
Rafael had abandoned his patronizing manner as a more feral side, driven by instincts and pure lust, took over.
He barely bothered to control his breathing now, he hissed audibly and pleasurably as the pressure in his groin intensified. He ground his hips upwards, forcing them against Mokuba's face as he thrust deeper into his lover's hot and dribbling oral cavity.
Mokuba was now drooling all over his testicles as he felt his warm saliva blazing a trail downwards.

A deep grunt escaped his lips as Rafael sank deeper into the soft couch.
Mokuba's blow-job skills had improved since he had had sucked him off last time and they would keep increasing because that nosy little teenage boy just wouldn't stop experimenting and practicing even in his absence on bits of fruit or anything he could find... because he was eager to really learn how to please his lover, he wanted to please him so badly in the best way he could.

Rafael's cock was slipping easily into Mokuba's throat, that damn randy bastard really was learning to control his gag reflex, and twitched and jerked its way forward.
Mokuba wasn't scared of the deprivation of oxygen anymore, no, not at all, to him it was a huge turn on now that he'd learned to feel his limits and push them further and further.
Mokuba was working hard on his own proud erection as he enjoyed keeping his lover's cock in his fleshy enclosure just until it would feel too good... he would drag him out of his tight and tender throat and let him wait his turn again...

Rafael stared down at his small teenage lover with lust-filled eyes.

Someone stumbled past him, tripping over the glassy coffee table's legs and thereby tearing off the table cloth.
Rafael stared down at Mokuba. His lover was now in plain view with the cloth having been removed from the glass table but he was too close to stop and tell him because what really did it matter right now? If he dragged him out from under the table he would only continue shagging him on the couch before he was so damn close and just couldn't stop now!

Either way, it didn't matter because Mokuba was oblivious to the world surrounding him and chasing his orgasm in a mad race he couldn't win. He had lasted so long, so goddamn long just to prove that he wouldn't always come first but the pressure in his loins was unbearable and he wished for Rafael to finally come into his mouth so he could blow his load as well.

Their moans had changed from a faint wheezing into a ravishing orchestration of lust which, inevitably, drew the attention of job-related friends, at least those not polite enough to look away or seeking refuge in a new conversation.

Mokuba licked Rafael's tip eagerly, impatiently, savouring every drop of his pre-cum as he desperately tried to suck him dry, to draw his load from his pulsing cock.
Rafael buried his hands in Mokuba's hair, pulled him closer and grinded against his face, once, twice, before a groan thundered from his throat as he came into Mokuba's mouth.
Mokuba, his mind subdued to his excitement which left him technically brain dead, swallowed, coughed and toppled a few inches backwards, hitting his head on the glass table.
His eyes rolled upwards, focused on Rafael through half closed lids and stopped.
His yaw dropped.
Mokuba couldn't suppress the loud and shameless moan which announced his long awaited climax as he fell forwards, one hand trying to support his full weight while the other pumped and squeezed every last drop of cum out of his cock.
With his head now protruding from under the glass table he lay there, panting and waiting for the aftershocks of his orgasm to subside.

Well, he hadn't been too discreet about his blow job; in fact neither of the pair had been.

Therefore Rafael was hardly surprised as an amicably hand of a co-worker settled on his shoulder and sporadic clapping of hands was heard as he sank back into the couch, exhausted and far too contented right now to feel ashamed.
Mokuba, the other party involved, had it worse as his surfacing was accompanied with more enthusiastic clapping, a row of woes and words of encouragement.
Despite the climax induced pride he felt he couldn't help blushing as he sat down beside Rafael, pulling up his pants.

"So he really is one of your toy boys," one of Rafael's colleagues pointed out while forcing a glass of champagne on him.
Rafael ruffled Mokuba's hair as he let his conversation partner decide whether silence meant consent.

"Expensive, isn't it? I mean, having young lovers, they sure do demand much, don't they?"

Rafael nodded, a broad grin on his lips as he noticed Mokuba was still blushing.
"Oh yes, they are demanding and take everything you can give," he replied; he chuckled as Mokuba nudged his ribs.

"You pay much... but does it pay off?" another asked, eager to join the intimate conversation.
"Is he worth it?"

Rafael kissed Mokuba's forehead before locking him in a tight embrace.

"He's worth every penny," Rafael replied eventually, whispering only to be heard by Mokuba, "That shamefaced expression, when you know you've started something and it has gone really wrong, is definitely the best reward I can get."

And before Mokuba could have protested Rafael sealed his lips with a kiss.


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