Product of Boredom

The product of boredom

Type: One shot
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: ToumaXHiro
Warnings: Sex…sex…and SEX! OH, and lang., anal, yaoi, rimming, voyeurism, and a wrong usage of a desk!
Summary: Touma gets bored one day and decides to add a new pony to his barn! Read and see how hot these two can be.

“…” spoken words
‘…’ thoughts


The birds were chirping sweetly, the warm breeze caressed those fortunate to meet it’s touches reveled in the cheer bliss factor, and the children played their merry little games that children like to play. A beautiful day in Japan, that is save for one aggravated blond demon that slumped in his leather chair of that famous corner office of his.

“Mr. President are feeling well today sir? Do you want me to get you something from the café? How about some water? Do you want a massage? Anything! Your wish is my desire to fulfill!” the dark haired manager made producer graduated to president then downsized to manager once again ask his master.

Sighing in frustration, his patience running thin, he just stared at the shaking bowed form of Mr. Sakano-san. “Sakano, how long have you been working for me?” he asked the other quietly.

Gulping at the far off, bored, look that Touma had, he answered softly, “Three years, four months, and five days Sir.” Blushing profusely at the rapid procession of words that served as his answer, Sakano just held still deep in his bow to hide the crimson molt.

“Well, that was certainly in depth,” Seguchi laughed. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled and inquired, “Do you like working for me?”

Standing ram rod straight in less than a second, the producer wailed out loudly, “OH YES sir I love working for you. With all my heart and soul! I would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask and it will be done!”

“Oh, Sakano, you are a fresh one today aren’t you?!” Touma genuinely laughed at his antics. “Take the rest of today off. You deserve a break,” he told him. ‘As do I,’ he thought to himself. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate the producers aide, he did really. But, times like these he just didn’t want someone buried far up his ass that the other could tell what he ate last night. No, he wanted to be the one buried. Deep. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Seguchi Touma is very horny.

“The day off sir?” He asked bewildered, not sure if this is a good thing or a bad. “I suppose I could leave early.”

Getting up from his chair, he walked over to Sakano, and ‘gently’ pushed him towards the door. “That’s right, Sakano-san, take the day to yourself.” Almost to the door now, Touma added a little shove to the gentle pushing. Opening the cherry wood door, he smiled telling Sakano, “Have a great day Sakano-san!”

“But…but…but,” he protested in vane, pouting on his way out, “SIR!”

His smile broadening, he pushed the dark haired man out through the casing, “See ya tomorrow!” With an ohhffff, and a few stumbling steps later Sakano was left there outside the door staring at the attractive wood in wonder.

Walking back to his desk, nimble fingers ran across the ebony wood with a sensual tease to them. Smirking at the idea that just ‘popped’ up, he picked up the phone.

Dialing the desired number, the blond awaited for an answer. “Moshi-Moshi, this is Nakano,” a deep voice came over the receiver.

“Ah, Nakano-san, would you please come to my office at once,” Touma’s velveteen voice drifted though the phone. “There are a few things I would like to discus with you in private.”

The long pause on the other end made Seguchi wonder if Hiroshi had hung up on him. A few more seconds of dead air then Hiro’s voice, which held a hint of something, answered, “Yes, of course sir. I will be there shortly.”

“Right then, see you soon,” Touma said, hanging up before Hiro could reply. Rubbing his gloved hands together, he began a few preparations that would need to be done before his guest made a show.

Pulling open the top drawer of his desk, he shuffled around the papers and pencils that were scattered throughout the space, looking for the little tub he stashed in there for when Sakuma-san decided to make his ‘visits’.

Finally finding it, behind this weeks music rag mag’s, he placed it up front were it could be easily grabbed for when the time came. Then he undid his tie slightly, rumpled his immaculate shirt, and shimmied the trouser low until they rested haphazardly on his hips. Ruffling up his platinum locks until stands fell waywardly into his sparkling teal eyes, Touma sat at the very edge of his desk. With legs spread wide, arms behind his back resting on the surface, he looked out the large glass windows to the building across the street.

‘I wonder if they will take pictures today?’ he wondered to himself. The offices over the way had a particular nasty habit of spying on his little visits with his guests, and Touma had a rather foul tendency to be a voyeur. So it all balance out in the end, that and he enjoyed the photo’s posted on the internet of him fucking. Especially those of him and Sakuma those two bring kink to a whole new level.

The knocking on the door startled him briefly, calling out he told the other to come in. “Enter.”

Opening the door slowly, Nakano Hiroshi walked through the door not sure of what was going on. Once inside, his eyes grew wide at the sight be felled upon him. There was Seguchi Touma sprawled across the top of his desk, looking quite edible. “Um, Sir, you called for me,” he said, the voice shaking a bit.

“Yes, thanks for coming. Why Don’t you shut the door, come in, and make yourself comfortable we have a lot to talk about.”

Visibly swallowing, Hiro did what he was told. Not really thinking about what Touma was saying, he just did it. Little did he know, every action was choreographed to his master plan. Hiroshi was being led into the dragon’s den and he was making this all to easy.

“What was so important that I had to be called down out of practice?” Bad Luck’s guitarist ask sharply, lashing out in turn to the uncomfortable feeling of being locked in Touma’s office.

“Well, you see I have this problem, and I was wondering if you could help me with it?” he asked, lips full and pouty, all the while feigning innocence.

Hiro’s body relaxed in his chair at the information, knowing now that Seguchi wasn’t going to fire him or yell at him for Shuichi’s misbehaver. “Sure, what’s the problem? I don’t mind helping you,” Hiro smiled.

Smirking, Touma pushed off the side of the desk, walking over towards Hiro with slender hips swaying with pent up sexual energies. “Well, you see,” he drawled in a deepened tenor, “I have had this problem for a little while now.”

Dark eyes just stared at the blonde’s approach. His heart began to speed up, and the air was lodged in his lungs. The way the man’s hips rolled, a thrusting wanton movement. “Seguchi-san?”

Reaching out a long finger, Touma brushed a strand of hair from Hiro’s baffled face. “I am so pleased that you would be willing to help,” he whispered, never looking away from the other’s dazed gaze.

Walking around the back of the chair that was occupied by Nakano, Touma stood close to him loving the feel of his body heat coming off in waves. “That is so very…giving of you,” he said, threading both hands deep into the thick mane of the man quaking under him. “It warrants a favor in return don’t you think?”

“S..Seguchi?”

Stepping into the glorious heat, the throbbing of Touma’s erection could be felt through the thickness of Hiroshi’s shirt. The quick intake of breath from the man under his ministration pulled a soft moan from the back of his throat. Oh, that wonderful heat mixed with friction. What a wonderful feeling.

“What are you doing?”

“Relieving my problem,” he told Nakano leaning into his hair. The scent burned deep in memory. A heady masculine smell of sandalwood and spices. “My body seems to have an attraction to you Nakano, do you mind?”

Arching his back while looking up at the man rubbing himself against his back, “I don’t think I mind at all.” He smiled up at him, meeting his cherry red soft lips in a tender kiss. A kiss of question, a walk in unfamiliar territories. “Not one bit.”

Grinning against his lips, Touma deepened the kiss nipping at the guitarist’s lips. The ravishing of each others mouth was just this side of violent, a crash of male dominance.

“Seguchi…” Hiro groaned into the other’s mouth.

“No, it’s Touma, just Touma,” he told him, coming around to the front of the chair. Getting down on his knees Touma ran his chin along the growing erection crowding Nakano’s jeans. Smiling and running a pink tongue along his lips, he asked, “Isn’t that a little uncomfortable?”

Nodding silently, he was mesmerized at the action the pink digit made. Oh, my dear Nakano, that is just the tip of the burg!

Nipping at the belt, Touma pulled the leather out from the loops. Grabbing the bits with his teeth, he was able to successfully unbuckle it. While his mouth was busying with the belt, his hands pushed up the white shirt. “Ah, Nakano, perfection. Just as I thought,” he chuckled, licking at the happy trail that disappeared into the waistband.

In response, Hiro’s hips jerked upwards. Before anything was accomplished, two strong hands pushed forcefully down on the wonton thrusts.

Unbuttoning the little metal button, and unzipping the fly, Touma crawled up into the panting man’s lap. Settling his bottom over the other’s heated core, his features took a more serious look to them. “Hiroshi, I like it rough.”

Tipping his head back, a flood of auburn hair spilt over his back. With those five little words, Nakano Hiroshi was putty in his hands. “Good, so do I.”

Smiling, Touma grabbed hold of a fist full of hair and pulled hard. The action ripped a moan from Hiro, while Touma bit his neck…marking him. “TOUMA!” he screamed, jerking wildly under him.

“Fuck Hiro,” Seguchi yelped, ridding out the bucking like a pro. ‘This is going to be one hell of a ride,’ he thought silently. Getting up from the withering man’s lap, Touma took these few seconds to gain composure.

Running a hand through his sweaty brow, he commanded in a deep tone, “Get up, and lean across the desk. You’re going to get fucked. Hard.”

Jumping from the seat, the undone pants fell from his hips exposing the hard dick that jutted from the apex of his thighs. Touma’s mouth was watering at the sight, it was mother fucking sexy as hell.

“How do you want me?” Hiroshi asked, in a throaty rasp. Bending over the black surface, weight held up by elbows alone, he stuck his ass out in a playful manner. “Like this?”

Shedding his clothing in a lightening fast movement of frenzied motions, Touma stalked over towards his prey. Grabbing the submitting prey’s hips, he ground his throbbing cock into the spread of Hiro’s ass cheek. “Oh, you do know how to play with a person don’t you?” he hissed, rubbing precum across the most secretests of places on the other.

“AW FUCK, Touma quit playing and do it all ready!” Hiro yelled, pushing hard trying to impale himself.

“Ugggg,” he moaned, hands reaching around to the drawer for the lube.

“No, Touma, I want a dry fuck,” Hiro panted, “I want to feel you force yourself into me.”

“So fucking sexy,” were the only words said before the screams of the pair rang out in the room as Touma slammed deep into the other.

Without waiting for him to adjust, Seguchi pill drove into the wild thing under him. In and out, deeper and deeper, the screams grew louder. With a quick snap of the hips, Touma grabbed two fist full of hair. He pulled hard of the ‘reins’, jolting Hiro’s head up high, and pushing his ass out.

“That’s it, Hiroshi, such a sexy ride you make.”

Slamming his hips onto Touma’s, pulling hard on the grip held on his hair, Hiro scored nails across the wood forever leaving a memory on the surface.

Stilling his pleasure ride, Touma pulled out competently the slide of his hard cock falling out of it’s heated sheath cause both to moan. Leaning in close, he whispered seductively, “Desk, on you back, get up there now.”

Pulling himself into the piece of furniture, he rolled over onto his back casually putting his hands under his head. With a raised eyebrow, he asked, “Now what?”

The blood flow pounded through his cock and temple, as he watched Hiro’s little display. Body stretched out cat-like, large dick bobbing in want, and hooded eyes glittered while a wayward hand stroked himself.

“This,” was the only answer as Seguchi climbed onto the desk straddling his hips. “And this,” he lowered his ass over the tip of the dick poking between the cheek. “And, most definitely this,” he said as he forced the dick deep within the orifice, pulling grunts from both.

With out skipping beat, Touma rolled his hips and rode his mount expertly. “So fucking tight,” Hiro cried, meeting thrust for thrust.

Touma dug his nails into the pink nipples under his torture while taking Hiro’s dick to the hilt feeling his balls tickle his ass. Leaning over, he bit the left nub while the hand that was tweaking it wondered down to Hiro’s pulsing member that was brushing against the soft flesh of his belly.

“Do you like fucking my ass while I hand fuck myself?” Touma asked, digging teeth deep into the nipple until he tasted a tangy liquid that flooded his
mouth. ‘Ah, at last.’

“Arrrhhhhh, yes Touma, harder!” he screamed, going feral under him.

Pulling buried teeth from the flesh, Touma licked his way up the chest until he found the sensitive neck bared for his feasting pleasure. Lapping at the tender spot, he sank his teeth deep as he gave a rather hard squeeze to the dick in his clutches.

“AHHHHH,” Hiro wailed, shooting boiling cum deep in the cavern of his boss. The orgasm was fierce, and it threw Touma over the edge as well. His ass clenched and released the spouting dick shooting in his body causing a ripple effect. Both men were thrown into a second body wracking orgasm, and endless loop of pleasure!

“Touma! Stop, I can’t,” he protested, the pain over ridding the pleasure. His body could not take anymore!

Pulling free of the still hard organ, Touma couldn’t support his weight any longer as he draped over Hiro’s sweaty, heaving, form. Idly stocking the hair tickling his nose, Touma tried to catch his breath. “That…was….a-fucking-mazing, Hiroshi.”

“Yeah, it was,” came the equally breathy response, as he too played with Touma’s drenched mane.

Laughing, Touma’s voice vibrated over Hiro’s chest, “I hope you like your picture taken.”

“Why?”

“Cause the girls on the twelfth floor across the street sure got a good show today, and I do believe they took photo shots of us,” he answered with an all male chuckle.

“WHAT!” came the startled reply.

“Oh, you didn’t know? I thought I said something about it,” he said innocently, well as innocent as possible.

“What do you mean pictures?” he was still stuck on that.

“They always watch my little meetings, they have an interesting site on line that they post them on. This was hella hot, Hiroshi, I am sure we will make the front home page,” Touma laughed and smirked at the disgruntled look on his lover’s face.

“Home page?”

“Yup, I can’t wait to see it!”

And thus ends our perky day, with those birds chirping, children playing, and warm summer breezes that tickled those lucky enough to enjoy them. Not to mention the two very content men sped over a two thousand dollar desk, their sweat soaking into the wood; and the group of squealing woman taking in the eye candy across the way.

“Kanna, you got the shots right?” Shiori asked the girl with the camera in her grip.

“Oh, yes, I most certainly did. Seguchi-sama’s going to need a page just for himself! That man is one busy beaver,” she laughed nervously, “Or would that be one busy woodchuck?”

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LOL…sorry for the sheer smut-ness of this, but I couldn’t help it. I had the mental image of Touma riding Hiro like a horse in my head all night. Needless to say it was an inconvenient image to work around while trying to work!

Thanks for reading!
SeveredWings