Rodney found a favorite spot on John’s hip, where thigh meets groin, and began teasing him, drawing whimpers and other arousing sounds. With a muffled curse he pulled down John’s pants to his knees and frees his own constricted erection. When John moaned Rodney’s name again, he had to quickly grasp himself at the base to keep from coming. Just because John was letting him lead apparently didn’t mean he wasn’t going to use his bedroom voice. Not that Rodney minded. A shudder ran through Rodney as John’s fingers scratched along his scalp. Rodney liked to tease John about his sensitive scalp, but the truth was Rodney’s scalp was just as sensitive if not more so.
With a quick swoop of long perfection, Rodney swallowed John down to the root. He grasps himself again at John’s hoarse scream. With the tongue that never stops, he applied every trick he’s ever learned; long sweeps, hard sucks, swirls, and nips. Looking up through his eyelashes Rodney let out a moan that in turned caused John to whine. John’s mouth was slack and his eyes hooded like they only ever do when Rodney’s sucking him. Rodney loved to take John apart, loved the illicit thrill that washed through him every time he does this, knowing that it’s him and only him that gets this reaction from John.
Part of the reason Rodney chose this room is because they hadn’t done it in here before. Rodney lifts his mouth of John’s cock who whimpers in protest.
“Just imagine,” Rodney puffed over John’s cock watching it twitch. “the room full of reporters. What do you think the pictures would look like, hmm? You bent over this podium, shirt rucked up,” Rodney swept his fingers up John’s stomach and sides, pushing him farther back. “Stomach pale in the harsh lights, your cock on my tongue.”
John let out another hoarse whimper, and Rodney heard his head thunk against the podium. With a smirk Rodney licked a path from balls to anus. John’s hips shot into the air from the force of John’s shout.
“Now, now,” Rodney tisked, own voice harsh with arousal. “Not quite yet.” With that he plunged his tongue into John’s anus, fingers spreading cheeks wide. A few thrusts later John was screaming his completion, sobs falling from his lips. Rodney licked his way back up to John’s mouth, his own desire taking hold. Frantically kissing John he rutted against his hip, frame shaking with suppressed tension. John shoved a semen coated finger into Rodney, and that was all it took. The two slumped to the floor, too exhausted to move.
“We ought to do this in here again,” John panted in his ear. Rodney let out a weak laugh.
“You’re on.”
*** The next day life went as it always did: meetings, quickies in closets or the nearest empty offices, yelling at John for noting getting work done, and more paperwork. Buried in a pile of paperwork, Rodney had been ignoring John’s summons for the last hour. At least, he had been until John and marched in and hauled him out of his chair.
Rodney started spluttering. “W-what in the hell do you think you’re doing?! I’m trying to get work done, you lazy fly-boy wannabe, work that you should be doing, not delegating onto me! Hey, hey! Are you even listening to me?!”
“Nope,” John said as he continued to pull Rodney into the Oval Office by his tie, and Rodney would never admit how much of a turn on that was. Rodney could see that Carson had risen out of his chair in shock, but Rodney was too focused on John to care, for he had that private little smirk on his face that was just for Rodney to see. The one that was a little wicked and sharp-toothed and always reminded him of that one time John took him against the wall, one hand wrapped over Rodney’s mouth to keep him from shouting and letting all the staff gathered in the room just next door from hearing. Rodney just let John pull with his own smirk flashing, keeping up the constant, fake, protests as the door shut behind them. He would enjoy this.
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With a quick swoop of long perfection, Rodney swallowed John down to the root. He grasps himself again at John’s hoarse scream. With the tongue that never stops, he applied every trick he’s ever learned; long sweeps, hard sucks, swirls, and nips. Looking up through his eyelashes Rodney let out a moan that in turned caused John to whine. John’s mouth was slack and his eyes hooded like they only ever do when Rodney’s sucking him. Rodney loved to take John apart, loved the illicit thrill that washed through him every time he does this, knowing that it’s him and only him that gets this reaction from John.
Part of the reason Rodney chose this room is because they hadn’t done it in here before. Rodney lifts his mouth of John’s cock who whimpers in protest.
“Just imagine,” Rodney puffed over John’s cock watching it twitch. “the room full of reporters. What do you think the pictures would look like, hmm? You bent over this podium, shirt rucked up,” Rodney swept his fingers up John’s stomach and sides, pushing him farther back. “Stomach pale in the harsh lights, your cock on my tongue.”
John let out another hoarse whimper, and Rodney heard his head thunk against the podium. With a smirk Rodney licked a path from balls to anus. John’s hips shot into the air from the force of John’s shout.
“Now, now,” Rodney tisked, own voice harsh with arousal. “Not quite yet.” With that he plunged his tongue into John’s anus, fingers spreading cheeks wide. A few thrusts later John was screaming his completion, sobs falling from his lips. Rodney licked his way back up to John’s mouth, his own desire taking hold. Frantically kissing John he rutted against his hip, frame shaking with suppressed tension. John shoved a semen coated finger into Rodney, and that was all it took. The two slumped to the floor, too exhausted to move.
“We ought to do this in here again,” John panted in his ear. Rodney let out a weak laugh.
“You’re on.”
***
The next day life went as it always did: meetings, quickies in closets or the nearest empty offices, yelling at John for noting getting work done, and more paperwork. Buried in a pile of paperwork, Rodney had been ignoring John’s summons for the last hour. At least, he had been until John and marched in and hauled him out of his chair.
Rodney started spluttering. “W-what in the hell do you think you’re doing?! I’m trying to get work done, you lazy fly-boy wannabe, work that you should be doing, not delegating onto me! Hey, hey! Are you even listening to me?!”
“Nope,” John said as he continued to pull Rodney into the Oval Office by his tie, and Rodney would never admit how much of a turn on that was. Rodney could see that Carson had risen out of his chair in shock, but Rodney was too focused on John to care, for he had that private little smirk on his face that was just for Rodney to see. The one that was a little wicked and sharp-toothed and always reminded him of that one time John took him against the wall, one hand wrapped over Rodney’s mouth to keep him from shouting and letting all the staff gathered in the room just next door from hearing. Rodney just let John pull with his own smirk flashing, keeping up the constant, fake, protests as the door shut behind them. He would enjoy this.