Eyeing the clock on the wall, Carl's lips thinned with concern as he stood in his usual spot beside a standing studio camera. The spectacled ginger fidgeted his fingers against the manila folder he held containing the first secret agent assignment of the day, and hemmed.
"Cutting it kind of close, sir..."
Major Monogram had been sick the last couple of days, but Carl had stopped by just yesterday to check up on him and read him a nice story, and he'd sounded just fine. In fact, he'd grumbled an acknowledgment about having to work the next day despite asking Carl to come back.
Recalling this, Carl blinked. Then his expression drooped into a knowing flatness. Major Monogram still wanted him to come back and dote on him. He wanted Carl to worry. That sounded just like him, working out some roundabout scheme to get his way.
Unable to help a degree of actual worry rippling through his gut, though, just on the off chance something else entirely was wrong, Carl pulled out his phone to make a call to the Monogram residence's land line. If his boss wasn't able to answer, his wife would.
After a couple of rings, the line did pick up, and Carl's brow raised to hear it was in fact the older man's wife greeting him on the line. It was incredibly rare to speak to her, and normally Carl enjoyed the chance to relish in the massive secret he was keeping from her, but right now first thing came first.
"Hi, Mrs. Monogram," he smiled apologetically, "Oh right, I forgot you prefer Sheila. Sorry. It's Carl, from O.W.C.A? Yes, I was just wondering why the Major hasn't shown up yet. He was on the mend, wasn't he?"
Sounding almost annoyed by the fact, like she was rolling her eyes, he listened as the woman explained how her husband insisted that he'd taken a sudden, unexpected turn for the worse and was feeling horribly under the weather. So under the weather that he couldn't even pick up the phone, despite sitting right in front of her at the breakfast nook, doing the maze on the back of a box of child-targeted oatmeal as they spoke.
"Oh, really..." Hearing this, Carl's suspicions were confirmed. Major Monogram totally wanted to worry him and get him running back over there. Well, if he thought he was going to manipulate Carl that easily..!
Hang on. A fresh thought sparked its way into Carl's mind before he got properly annoyed. If Major Monogram was trying to lure Carl over to his house...why not take advantage of the fact himself? All day, alone with the man in his own house, right under his wife's nose. A chance to have some real control and turn the tables on the Major in a most delicious way. Smirking, Carl decided it was just too good to pass up.
"That poor man," he cooed into the phone, unable to stop smirking as he now openly reveled in the woman's obliviousness regarding her husband's affair, "Do you mind if I stop by again today? I want to make sure he's taking proper care of himself."
All he got was a blunt 'knock yourself out' from the woman. Clearly she still had better things to do than take care of her supposedly ailing husband, which she had not been doing at all over the course of his illness.
Carl gave a brief chuckle at how easy this was. "Great. I'll be over in a bit. Thanks, Mrs. M. I mean Sheila. Sorry again." She might like distancing herself from the fact that she was married these days, but Carl couldn't help enjoying being reminded. Especially because it was him who was getting all of the love that had been lost between her and her spouse. It was catty, harsh, maybe even a bit cruel, but it was just soooo juicy. It was the dirtiest, most devious, most ultimate secret one could have, and Carl just couldn't stop himself from adoring the fact. What could he say? He was kinky as hell. And so was the Major. His wife? Never had been.
With the call hung up, Carl could feel a steamy sort of roil bubbling up to his cheeks as he anticipated the plan forming in his head for his visit. But once more, first thing came first. Stepping forward in front of the camera, he quickly decided on another plan to address the responsibilities of the agency for the day.
"Hello, insert agent here," he spoke, removing emotion from the information meant to be redacted, "Sorry for the informal meeting format, but we're a little short-staffed today. Actually, we're no-staffed. So I'm assigning you your mission with this pre-recorded video. Not to worry, everything will be back to normal tomorrow. So, insert agent here, you mission today is that watermelon watermelon watermelon watermelon watermelon watermelon watermelon...by the way, if you hear any leftover 'watermelon's, it's because I don't have time to edit out any extra filler speech. This is how they make people look like they're talking when they aren't, though. Neat, huh? Movie magic~!"
A pause while Carl processed how likely it was that nobody actually cared, and he'd probably just made himself look like even more of a dork than if a few agents heard him say 'watermelon' without context. "Um. Watermelon watermelon watermelon watermelon."
That said, he now promptly darted over to the supercomputer where he normally did his live edits while Major Monogram was on air. On went the microphone. Queuing up the recording he'd just made, he skipped to the first piece of filler and looked down at the folder currently in hand. "Agent A." A quick click to the next spot. "Doctor Nefarious is..."
In record time, Carl had hastily abridged every assignment and set them to play for their intended recipients. Hopefully. Beaming rather proudly for his accomplishment, he locked the front door of the Organization Without a Cool Acronym and departed for his bike at an eager sprint. Butterflies were back in his belly as his mind turned towards his destination.
Soon enough the quaint blue house he was after was found, Carl's bike left to wait in the driveway as he stepped into the spacious entryway that connected directly into the kitchen. Major Monogram's back was already immediately identifiable as he sat on a stool at a lovely marble counter. Over the half-wall dividing the kitchen from the living room beyond it, it was visible that the TV was on and Mrs. Monogram had her back turned as well. Both parties turned at the knock and Carl's cautious entrance, and Mrs. Monogram passed him a kind smile and a light wave, which he returned, before simply turning back around.
To Major Monogram, the older white-haired man currently with a spoon in his mouth, Carl addressed, "Sir..! You're up..! Gosh, when your wife said you were still sick, I expected you to be bed-ridden."
As the young intern approached, Major Monogram, dressed in dark green pajamas patterned with fluffy sheep, shrugged bashfully. "Oh, I have been..! I just...really wanted oatmeal!" His posture perked now. "Oatmeal is good for you. Especially when it's got farm animals in it. Look! These little eggs hatch into either roosters or more eggs! It's existentialicious~!" Proudly, he held his bowl out for Carl to inspect, showing off the way the little sugar eggs melted in the hot cereal.
Carl looked. "That's very nice, sir," he smiled patiently, finding the childish excitement adorable, honestly. "But if you're really not feeling well, you shouldn't push yourself. You need your rest." Coming forward, he placed his hand on the Major's thigh. "Especially if you secretly just wanted another bedtime story..?"
Freezing at the sly tone in the indirect accusation, Major Monogram realized he wasn't being as sneaky as he thought he was. However, he was also distracted by the palm lighting on his thigh. His gaze flicked down as it lingered, and Carl's thumb coyly started stroking.
An entirely different jolt shot through the Major's gut at that, and his eyes flicked up in stun at Carl's boldness, finding the ginger sending him a smug, half-lidded smile, and then to the back of his wife's armchair. The butterflies in his stomach were tense and apprehensive.
Promptly, he faked a coughing fit, trying to get Carl to step back. "Oh, no. I'm definitely sick," he insisted, making a show of sniffing and sagging his posture. "Rest sounds good." At least if they had privacy, he could openly scold Carl for getting sassy.
Carl did take one half-step back at his boss' showy outburst, but as soon as it was over, he stepped back even closer, putting his hand right back where it was and feigning a worried crease of his brow. "Of course, sir," he assured, "Soon enough. But go ahead and finish your breakfast first. There's no rush." To signal as such, he took a seat on his own stool and scooted it nice and close to Major Monogram's. His hand slid up along the mustached man's leg, dangerously close to inappropriate heights.
Prickles danced across Major Monogram's skin. He couldn't help finding the touch pleasurable. He knew Carl liked the concept of being the 'other woman' as well, and that was fine, but this was a bit much, wasn't it?
The younger man's hand squeezed and Major Monogram's eyes shut underneath the brow he'd already sterned in protest. A nasal hiss as he inhaled, trying to fight off the flurry of nerves. "God dammit, Carl..." he grimaced and complained as a mutter out the corner of his mouth. Opening his eyes again, he kept his brow firmly downward to dissuade the ginger, and his gaze was locked onto the back of his wife's armchair to remind himself not to get distracted. He couldn't bring himself to swat the massage away.
Carl's smile widened to see the older man caught between his lust and his lies. This too, was cute. As the Major now shoveled consecutive spoonfuls of oatmeal into his mouth with determination, seemingly in a hurry but not trying to show it, his intern also let his eyes wander to the back of that occupied armchair. A fresh ripple of devilish glee rolled through his insides. His fingers drummed in a set of nail-focused drags up Major Monogram's thigh before sliding to take a dip for the inside crease of his crotch. The way the older man gruffly grunted and closed his legs tighter, fist firming around his spoon, made Carl want to giggle impishly.
"I'm done," Major Monogram informed shortly, standing and marching swiftly around the counter to rinse his bowl in the sink. His sightline remained firmly away from Carl and trained where his wife was sitting.
Standing as well, Carl floated to follow, watching Major Monogram watch his wife. A fresh thought in mind, he leaned up close to his boss and hushed under the rush of the faucet, "Kiss her."
Major Monogram's eyes widened and finally took another flick towards Carl. "What? Ew! Why would I want to do that?" Wife or not, they didn't really do 'affection', and hadn't for several years. And besides that, why did Carl want him to kiss her? Weren't partners supposed to be jealous of things like that? Although, just the fact that Carl did want him to made him curious...Carl seemed to have a clear ulterior motive in mind, and big part of what had drawn them together was the judgement-free kinks they were allowed to explore with one another.
Like reading his mind, Carl just smirked before widening his eyes in plea. "Just kiss her for me? Pretty please~?" He leaned in harder and slid himself to cling around the other man's arm.
Still hesitant, but feeling himself swayed by a soft spot for the younger man, Major Monogram rolled his eyes as he turned the sink off and let out a low 'mm' of distaste. Then he walked over to the living room.
"Well, wife, I think I'll just be heading back upstairs now," he said awkwardly as though conversation with the woman was transactional, "Bed rest and all that. Thank you for breakfast. Even though you didn't actually make me anything, and you...weren't exactly keeping me company..." Trailing off, he realized he truly had nothing to say that warranted the action, but did it anyway, bending down and giving the seated woman a peck on the lips.
In turn, the sandy-haired woman pulled her head back and stared at him like he'd gone insane.
"We're not in public, Francis..! How sick are you?" Appearances was about all affection was used for, and not since their son had left the house. Then registering the young man in her peripheral, she became embarrassed. "Oh, right. Guest." She should actually be more proper and put those appearances up with company. "Well...don't get me sick, too."
"Hmph." Major Monogram glowered. "Could only be an improvement." A stiff moment as they just glared at each other before mutually turning away to go about their business.
Carl hovered by the stair well and watched intently as his partner's lips touched his spouse's, a dastardly smile in place. He didn't care if it was passionless. That woman was the only person Major Monogram should be kissing. She was the only person he had a real right to kiss. Which was why, when Major Monogram walked back over to him, clearly intending to question him, it felt so good when Carl didn't let him ask, reaching up to grab his boss' collar and tug him down into a firm kiss of his own.
Breath sighed out his nose as he pressed deeply against the older man's lips, adoring the brush of his mustache and wiping away any trace of the kiss before him with his tongue. His flavor was the only one lingering on these lips. They were his.
Major Monogram stiffened in a fresh wave of stun and his eyes inflated. Just as quickly, he snapped himself out of it and stood tall, breaking away and shoving the shorter man away. "Carl!" That was definitely too bold! His wife was right there!
Sheila turned at this flustered holler, brow quirked in confusion. She saw Carl standing in a matching innocent confusion as he blinked up at the Major.
"Yes, sir..?"
Once more stiffly frozen as he registered that he was the only one at all flustered or drawing any attention, the Major let his posture relax and hastily concocted an excuse. "Just uh...watch that first step there..." he informed, pointing down, "You almost tripped."
Carl smiled pleasantly. "Oh. Thank you, sir. Will do." With a light skip, he made a point of hopping right past the first step and headed up the stairs to the bedroom.
Major Monogram passed his wife one last look and put his hands on his hips. "What."
Shaking her head, she just rolled her eyes and turned back to her show, deciding it wasn't worth it. She'd given up trying to explain her husband's weirdness ages ago.
As the white-haired man entered the bedroom, he found Carl already seated on the chair still here from yesterday. There were two beds, as sure a sign as any that the Monogram marriage was a loveless one, and the Major's was the far one Carl was patting receptively.
"Alright, sir, hop on in," he ordered in a motherly tone.
Though complying on autopilot, once the door was closed, the older man complained as he slid under the covers. "That was totally uncalled for..! Not cool, Carl..!"
"Hm. Like it wasn't cool to leave me hanging at work just because I told you I wouldn't read to you again?"
Pulling the cover up to his chin, Major Monogram glanced away with a short grumpy noise, refusing to admit doing anything wrong. Glancing back and looking Carl up and down, he changed the subject. "Did you even bring a book?" He didn't see any book-shaped lumps under the ginger's clothing or anything.
"Well I do have this handy little library called the internet," Carl returned, reaching into his pocket to momentarily hold up and waggle his phone, "But I had something else in mind first."
"Internet? Carl, that's just not the same as—wait, something else?" Blinking, the Major cut himself off curiously.
A nod from the younger man. "Mm. And I'm sure you can take a guess what." Standing, he dragged his hand along the top cover of Major Monogram's bed as he stepped closer, watching the mustached man's brow raise further in registration. Stopping his palm beside the man's hip, Carl bent forward to lean onto it in a slinky fashion. "If you want to lure me into your bedroom, sir, I think it's only fair to expect."
Crawling forward now, he was soon straddling the other in a firm press of their bodies, his face a mere inch from the Major's as he purred, "You have no idea how hard it was not to do this yesterday. How about it, sir~? You make it up to me for the trick, and I'll play the good little nurse for you as long as you like after."
Major Monogram was tongue-tied while watching the shorter man pour himself so sensually overtop him. Every word Carl spoke flustered him. God, it was so hot when Carl was horny...he was such a slutty little minx. In any other instance, if the younger man was the one pulling the come ons, the Major wouldn't have hesitated past trying to rile Carl up even more. But now, despite his body washing sharply with an undeniable heat, he protested, "C-Carl..! My wife is right downstairs..!"
Smile widening as he hummed, Carl hunched his shoulders in delight. "I know~..." he once more purred. And once he did, he pushed forward to press Major Monogram's head back into his pillow with a fresh, desirous kiss.
Major Monogram's eyes blinked wider. Holy...
His mind was blank with nothing but stunned arousal as Carl pulled close and wriggled flush against him, and when the younger man pulled back to see how he was convincing the Major, the white-haired man's lips were parted as he stared.
"Man, you really do like being my dirty secret..." he marveled. It all made sense now. That's what Carl was playing at. He wasn't trying to spite the Major or embarrass him, he was reveling in the fact that he was so directly able to spite her.
Well, Major Monogram did enjoy spiting his wife...and even if Carl was being totally brazen, he could not deny the allure in something so deviously twisted. Nor could he deny the hooded gaze and flushed pink face hovering with anticipation before him. With a reluctant grumble, the Major glanced away while he relented, "...fine."
"Hmmm~!" Carl gave a contained little squeal of glee to hear the deal closed. Major Monogram refrained from mentioning how adorable it was. Then Carl had pounced the other man anew, kissing harder and clutching even tighter. This time, Major Monogram welcomed him with his own arms, reaching to stroke the ginger's back and and embrace him firmly. It wasn't long before one hand drifted lower to clutch a fistful of Carl's plush hindquarters.
A fresh note of desire and a stronger squirm from the curly-haired party. "Let me under those covers, please, sir..." he breathed as he fisted the lip of the annoyingly-thick comforter. He wanted to feel his boss directly. Have him completely in his own bed.
The plea nestled hotly in Major Monogram's gut, and he acknowledged it shortly with a vague affirmative groan. Shifting, he and Carl both maneuvered to get the covers out from between them, while also clinging for each other and not wanting to part entirely. Shortly, the blankets were piled haphazardly on the floor and Carl had snapped himself back into place against the Major like a magnet, grinding all the more eagerly against him to feel familiar contours and radiating body heat.
Together, the pair deepened their kissing even further, tasting one another well and thoroughly as they stroked their partner's body and clawed loosely at their clothes. Major Monogram adored the undeniably eager way Carl pawed at him, supple hands slipping underneath his pajama top and kneading up his torso, slender fingers raking through his whispers of chest hair. Clothes too were fast becoming stifling. Especially as without the barrier of blankets, it was more than apparent how excited Carl was. His erection was digging quite without shame into Major Monogram's waking one.
As their petting and panting both got heavier, knowing what was naturally next to come, one thought crossed Major Monogram's mind. Pulling away from the hungry suckle he'd fallen into giving Carl's lower lip, he noted through his labored breaths, "You know, I uh...don't really have much here, um. How is this supposed to..?"
Carl offered a low chuckle in return. "You should know me better than that, sir. I always do my best to be prepared."
"Oh..! Uh. Right. Very good, Carl. In that case...shall we?" Of course. Carl had probably brought lube with him. Always thinking ahead like the go-getter intern he was.
"You do me, I'll do you~," Carl agreed, not needing to phrase it so full of innuendo, but enjoying the off-guard reaction on Major Monogram's face. That said, he reached for the buttons on his superior's pajama top and began undoing them one-handed.
Letting out a small sigh at just how sexually-charged Carl could get, Major Monogram let the quip go and obliged to begin undressing the spectacled ginger as requested, engaging in a fresh round of suckling up his intern's neck and to his ear. When reaching his pants, the Major opted to take one more feel along the way and this time reached just so that his brow went up to notice something new. A solid bump hit his knuckle deep between Carl's cheeks, and immediately he knew what it was.
Pulling his head back, he accused, "Carl, you..!" This whole time?!
"Always prepared~," the flushed young man repeated, and crawled to turn himself around and coyly lift his hips. "Take it out for me, would you, sir~?"
Major Monogram blushed profusely to find the freshly-naked youth promptly raising his behind directly to present. The ball of heat in the mustached man's gut only grew. Even moreso when he saw his suspicions confirmed, the valentine-shaped handle of a plug standing proudly and prominently inside Carl's entrance. The cherry on top, inside the valentine was a picture of Major Monogram himself.
Unable to prevent some very unsavory flatter, Major Monogram took his turn to let out an approving, throaty growl. "Soon," he agreed, palming a grip onto one of the youth's thighs while the other hand came to pinch that plug's handle between two knuckles. Then, rather than pull, he twisted and tugged down.
Carl's head reared. "Auh~uuhh~!" he gasped in honest shock, before sharply slapping a hand over his own mouth.
"Quiet, Carl!" Major Monogram scolded, enjoying the authority, "If you get us busted, it's your own fault. Kinky little slut...and then there'll be no more sex for you ever."
Crushing his eyes shut and curling down against the Major's extended legs, Carl kept his hand over his mouth as he let out a small whine at the threat. It only served further to arouse him. Major Monogram had such a way of being commanding. Even if he already knew this was on him for starting it, Carl loved hearing his boss openly accuse him and hold it over his head like that...
"Of course, sir," he lowered his fingers to manage, "Sorry, sir. I'll be quiet."
"Hm." Smiling, Major Monogram approved of the compliance and shifted the plug inside Carl again, watching his arched spine tense further and his head move as he most likely had just moved to bite his own knuckle. The only thing slipping out of him this time was a tiny squeak.
Delicious. Major Monogram stirred the plug around some more, staring fondly as the hole surrounding the still-embedded majority clenched reflexively in pleasure. He squeezed Carl's cheeks some more and relished the clear way the younger man shook with bottled lust. Tormenting him was just always so satisfying.
As promised, however, soon Major Monogram did pull to let the plug out of its home. He watched once more with hot approval as the large bulb at the end of that handle slowly revealed itself, Carl's entrance clenching tight as though wanting to keep it. The ginger could be heard whining softly in anticipation as a sense of total vulnerability washed over him. Major Monogram was now openly ogling his most private parts, ready and at their most receptive for him.
Taking a moment to wrap his fingers around the bulb that had just been inside the other, Major Monogram admired the temperature and the fact that the couldn't close his fist around it. "Warm."
Carl could only imagine the satisfaction his boss was getting as he savored the sight before him, and his breath quickened at the simple implication of how he was enjoying it. Carl bit harder into his knuckle.
Placing the plug aside onto his nightstand, Major Monogram sat up a little more and took hold of Carl's hindquarters with both hands, not quite done with him yet. "You're still looking a bit dry...better freshen up that lube job, Carl."
Then before Carl could even consider a reply, he'd bowed his neck and placed his lips flush against the waiting tunnel. His tongue slipped inside without hesitation, meeting no resistance, and began working strongly against the pliant, supple walls.
Carl gasped again, his vision blurring as he swore he went a bit cross-eyed. "Haaaaah~..!" he let his breath out, as non-vocally as possible despite the incredible difficulty. "Siiir~..!" It was so good, and so filthy..! Oh, if only Mrs. Monogram knew that her husband was enthusiastically making out with a twink's anus right above her head.
Smirking to himself as he worked, Major Monogram praised his own job well done. To add to the younger man's squirming, he slid one hand to wrap around Carl's member and start milking. His other hand took the opportunity to service himself. Carl had clearly been antsy already, but now he seemed nearly incapable of holding still.
Indeed, the ginger's freckles were all but lost in the hue of pink saturating his face as he felt his nethers swarmed in attention. Major Monogram was rarely so selflessly focused on him, but it occurred to Carl that he was likely making it more difficult to contain himself on purpose. He always did love teasing the younger man. Especially when it came to sex. And just when it felt like Carl couldn't get any hornier, Major Monogram released the youth from his hold.
"Alright, Carl. Let's get your sick fantasy over with."
Not caring that Major Monogram phrased his permission so coldly, Carl let a heated gush pass his lips as he grinned. Finally..!
Twisting himself back around, he locked his gaze right onto the older man's crotch, pleased to see his boss erect and ready to go. He knew it. Major Monogram was into this too. And, with nothing left to worry about in regards to preparation, Carl pounced forward, grabbing Major Monogram's shoulders and pushing him back down into the pillows. The Major's brow went up at the voracity, but then he could only close his eyes and let out a soft, throaty huff while Carl maneuvered to greedily stuff him inside himself.
Carl, too, groaned in immense satisfaction as he let gravity fill him fully with the Major's manhood. Thick, perfectly-proportioned to fit, no right to be inside his ass...flawless. Just reveling in the sensation, Carl took a moment to crane and stir his hips in place. "Auuhh..."
God, the younger man was gorgeous when he was like this. Just shining with ardor entirely for his partner. Not that Major Monogram would admit it aloud. Rather, he simply watched from under slightly-drooping eyelids and reached for Carl's thighs, holding them once more as he wordlessly began thrusting. The tiniest smile graced his lips. This was how he chose to convey his love for the smaller man, and it was all he felt he needed right now.
With the motion of Major Monogram's hips, Carl instinctively matched the pace, rocking in a practiced, fluid rhythm to aid the steady pushes he rode. He'd closed his eyes for those first few moments, just reveling in the relief it was to scratch this lusty itch, but now he let them slip open to meet his boss' gaze. No words were spoken, but Carl felt like he got plenty from the muted fondness displayed. Whenever the older man looked at him kindly, it melted him inside. Earning Major Monogram's praise and adoration was incredibly gratifying, and Carl knew him well enough to know that he was being adored in this moment.
Longing to be closer in a fresh wave of passion, Carl bent, Major Monogram instinctively reading him and lifting his knees in reaction, curling receptively to allow for it and continue his thrusts. Face to face, they let their lust speak for itself as it passed between their eyes.
"Lose the glasses, Carl," Major Monogram ordered shortly, "That much purple is entirely too distracting from how pretty your eyes are."
A tingle passed through Carl's gut. He really only heard the compliment part of that back-handed compliment. Smiling, he reached for the thick purple frames. "You think they're pretty..?"
As these too were placed on the nightstand, Major Monogram met Carl's soft beam with a stoic demeanor. "Gorgeous," he replied curtly, and, inspired by the hopeful eagerness in the depths of those emerald green orbs, held the younger man's sides tightly and thrust into him all the harder. The way that yielding tunnel ensconced him in loving greed was simply amazing.
Carl's fingers dug tensely into the white-haired man's shoulders. "Mhh~, harder, sir...I can take it." He hadn't let his volume rise dangerously yet, and he was confident he could maintain his record. To his glee, it appeared Major Monogram believed this as well, meeting his request to increase his hips' action once more.
Lost in pleasure, Carl's jaw dangled open as he panted and huffed in awe of how good every powerful jolt passing through his prostate could feel. Sex with the Major was the best. Was sex even supposed to feel this good? No matter how stingy the older man was with his emotions, it always came across loud and clear here, and it rocked Carl to his core how well their bodies meshed together. Truly, his innards felt like they were melting each time that shaft slammed forward. Could he really be blamed for being the slut the Major accused him of being? He wanted to take those slams until he was physically unable and left a shuddering pile of spent nothingness. They were all for him. He'd been alluring enough to steal the man away from a committed relationship, and he deserved to bask in his prize.
Inspired by his train of thought, Carl's head rolled loosely to the side as his eyes landed on the second bed in the room. A devilish smirk playing across his lips, he looked back to the man under him.
"Hey. Do me in her bed~."
Once more the Major found his brow raising at the boundaries Carl was willing to push here. However, this time he was too wrapped up in the infectious fervor of Carl's deviance to be all that surprised. Or to hesitate.
"God dammit, Carl...kinky bastard," was all he muttered in contrast to the tantalizing ripple making its way through his stomach.
A chuckle from the ginger. "Like you don't know. Other kinky bastard."
"Watch your mouth, Carl," Major Monogram scolded, before simply grabbing a new hold of the younger man's thighs and rolling with him to hoist into a stand. The link between them was unbroken as he took the short couple of steps to the other mattress, bowing to drop Carl heavily onto it. Here he simply wrapped his arms around one of his partner's flexible legs and resumed plowing into him with abandon as though he'd never stopped.
Brief as it was, Carl loved the rush of so effortlessly being whisked from one mattress to another, and only ate up the unceremonious way in which he was deposited and thrust into with renewed vigor. It seemed Major Monogram wasn't actually any less eager about stoking the fiery friction between them. As well, the new angle had Carl tilting his head back as he gushed a breathy note of adoration to the ceiling. So gruffly, so readily sullying this neatly-made bed with their sex...another layer was added to the solid pink hue Carl had become to think about it. It was the biggest middle finger to the woman who, aside from in this regard, he actually liked very much. Now, however, he could only think about how thoroughly he was rubbing the affair he perpetuated in her face.
As the momentum continued, Carl started to weaken. The amping euphoria building in his pelvis made remaining quiet much harder. He whined as an outlet, fisting Mrs. Monogram's blankets and twisting his head, but eventually he made one slip and let out a giddy yelp as the Major struck a perfect nerve deep inside him, flinching with an open-mouthed grin.
Though that reaction alone caused Major Monogram's shaft to pulse as it was buried in Carl's supple depths, the older man glanced up and glared sharply. He was too far into this to stop, god dammit, but that was too close to dangerous. "That does it, Carl..!"
Promptly, he pulled out, leaving Carl to gasp and lean up halfway on his elbows. "Wait..! Sir, I'm sorry..! I can be quieter..!"
"Yes, you can, and you will," Major Monogram informed matter-of-factly, turning to their discarded clothes and snatching up his pajama top. Then he was back in front of Carl and ordering, "Turn around."
Taking his own turn to raise his brow as he looked curiously at the article of clothing, Carl could at least gather that the Major wasn't putting a stop to their game. That was good enough for him, and letting a fresh smile of interest spread, he obeyed, rolling over and moving onto the bed on his hands and knees.
Next, he let out a muffled note of stun as his head was yanked back by the length of cloth lowering in front of him. Major Monogram had pressed his top's long sleeve between Carl's lips and now held it wrapped firm around the back of his young intern's head, gagging him. Immediately upon registering this, Carl's eyelids drooped again, feeling a drizzle leak from the member dangling freely between his legs. Oh~...
"There. Now maybe you can focus more on cumming like a slutty...slut. 'cause that's what you are. A slut. Slut boy."
Though the Major's name-calling could use some work, the accusation was still effective. Carl moaned against his restraint, more than willing to do as suggested, and he didn't have to wait long to work towards that goal as his boss shoved himself fully back inside his ravenous tunnel, just as gruffly as he'd gagged the ginger.
Carl's spine arched. Major Monogram wasted no time in returning to thrusting with the utmost passion. Their mixed breaths puffed in torrid bliss. Behind the closed door they faced, this little bubble of lust was all that existed.
When Major Monogram reached to once more milk Carl's organ, the freckled man let out a strong groan, nerves overrun. He could tell the finish was approaching, and his arms became weak from supporting him. Sinking like a cat ready to pounce, he let his cheek press into Mrs. Monogram's covers while her husband bore down on him from behind. He was so stimulated right now he couldn't see straight. He was drooling through that pajama sleeve.
Then, the sharp announcement of his climax hit with a hard ball of pure erotic nirvana bursting in Carl's pelvis. He whined loudly and crushed his unseeing eyes closed, writhing in place as he struggled to contain the sensation within his body, straining against the gag Major Monogram still held firmly in place. He felt like he was going to burst, and between his legs, he did. In Major Monogram's hand, Carl's member erupted, shooting a plentiful gush of thick, jetting white liquid everywhere underneath him. He felt a spurt or two splashing against his underbelly as he all but caterwauled in his apex of bliss.
Major Monogram watched Carl's ejaculation with a dry mouth. God damn! When he'd told him to cum like a slut, he hadn't expected Carl to take it to heart quite so vividly. Not that he didn't tend to cum rather animatedly on the regular, but...damn! Truly, this secretive scenario had to have done something special for him. The Major was quite glad he'd decided to gag the other, because he was quite certain there would have been no containing that climax otherwise.
As a direct result of witnessing that ejaculation as well, Major Monogram felt he'd hit his limit. Knowing Carl was most probably not going to mind, he hunched more completely against the ginger's back, biting into the crook of his shoulder and taking a series of finalizing thrusts against the warm walls hugging him so wonderfully desperately. Throughout, Carl continued to whine in a complete lack of complaint, laying sandwiched in total, willing, overstimulated acceptance between his boss and the sheets.
Then finally, the Major came. A husky, low kind of bark escaped him as he hunched, and immediately he stilled, letting the pooling heat wash over him and absorb him in a brilliant sense of gratifying relief.
Panting, both men sagged down heavily against the mattress, recovering some and taking a moment to reflect on the intensity of their deed. Thoughts were fond and the atmosphere was pleasant.
Then, slowly, the pair parted, rolled over and sat up. Major Monogram cracked his back while Carl took a stretch.
"You're paying for the drycleaning," was the first thing Major Monogram said, flatly.
"Ooof course, sir," Carl replied dryly, basically expecting something like that. But well, he was also too satisfied to care. "You think we can get away with a post-coital shower~..?"
Quirking his brow at the smirking intern beside him, Major Monogram folded his arms. "Is there no bottom to your well of sexual depravity?"
"Sorry sir, sluts don't have an off switch," Carl quipped, but then admitting, "I just wanna cuddle!" Tilting his head endearingly, he laced his fingers together in plea. "And maybe think about how Sheila will never have the same experience in her own shower." His wheedling, innocent tone didn't change as he tacked on this dark ulterior motive.
Rolling his eyes, knowing that this was quite likely the only time Carl was going to get to do this sort of thing, Major Monogram caved.
"...fine."
So, after he'd made Carl change all the sheets and informed him he'd be dropping them off at work for a discreet exchange, the two had a nice shower under the guise of simply the Major having one. Carl spent it nestled sweetly against the older man's chest, smiling and playing idly with his partner's nipple. Major Monogram let him.
Then, as promised, Carl sat down at the Major's bedside, phone in hand, to read him a story. Major Monogram still griped about how reading from a phone wasn't the same as a book, but snuggled up with his ratty old teddy bear and asked why Carl wasn't reading already anyway.
Very endeared by his fussy, childish boyfriend, Carl smiled and sighed through his nose, and complied. The rest of the day was spent just as planned, taking care of his boss however Major Monogram saw fit, and when Carl hopped onto his bike to depart, waving merrily to the Major and his wife, he couldn't have felt the day had been a more perfect one.