"Oh I wish I could get him laid on this table."

      "Does anyone have any questions about this stage of the operation?" Nahida asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked around the conference room.       Kazuha, who had been watching the screen intently, raised his hand and began to speak:       "Vice President," he winced, feeling as if someone was staring at the back of his head, but continued: "About the security system…"       "Don't worry, Kunikuzushi will take care of it," Nahida looked at the mentioned agent. "Yes, Kunikuzushi?"       Kazuha looked at his partner as well, nervously swallowing for some reason.       Why does he have a feeling that Scaramouche isn't planning anything good?       Meanwhile Scaramouche turned his head and replied in a disinterested manner:       "Of course."       And, returning his eyes to Kazuha, he continued to stare at his nape with a single thought:       "Oh I wish I could get him laid on this table."       This look was burning a hole in Kazuha's back of head throughout the entire meeting.       The conference was soon over, Nahida reminded them that they will have another meeting in a few hours, and very shortly Kazuha and Scaramouche were left alone in the room. The latter was standing at the computers, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard.       "Hey, Scara, what are you doing up there?" Kazuha asked, looking up at him from his seat. "You're being mischievous once again, aren’t you?" he smiled.       "As always," as Scaramouche turned, the camera feed on the big screen suddenly faded. Kazuha raised his eyebrows in surprise.       Scara walked over to him, lifted him by the chin and leaned in:       "You have no idea how hard it's been for me to hold back these past three hours."       Kazuha opened his mouth to answer, but his lips were already captured by the other's — Kunikuzushi kissed him greedily, still holding him by the chin, and Kazuha, eagerly responding to the sudden kiss, reached out to wrap his arms around his lover’s neck.       "Ah, don't bite me," Kazuha whispered softly at the light bites Scara gave to his lips.        "You're the one reaching for it," Scaramouche grinned, returning their hot kiss. Kazuha felt his mind becoming cloudy and withought thinking rubbed his crotch against Scara's body.       Kazuha yelped as he was suddenly pinned to the table and Scaramouche pressed against him, continuing to torment his lips. Very soon Kunikuzushi started to leave many deep kisses on the defenceless pale neck, biting the thin skin and leaving hickeys on Kazuha’s caddy as it trembled with boy’s muffled moans.       "Ah, Scara, what’s gotten into y- ah!" he inhaled sharply as Scaramouche's cold hands touched his waist beneath his clothes.       "Slut," Scara whispered in Kazuha's ear, rolling him onto his stomach. Kazuha gulped as Kunikuzushi pressed against him from the back, his groin resting against his buttocks. Almost reflexively, Kazuha lifted his arse higher, fidgeting with it, but Scaramouche only squeezed his thin waist harder.       "I can't wait," Scara exhaled hotly into Kazuha's ear, sending shivers down Kaedehara's body. "Do you have a lube?"       "In the b-bag," Kazuha replied with a trembling voice, his head now resting on the table.       "Great," he heard Scara grin. "Good boy."       Scaramouche briefly left him like this, half lying on the table and humbly waiting for his master.       When he felt a familiar body pressed against him again from behind, he relaxed immediately — and heard how the other man's hands begin to undo his belt.       "That's it," Scaramouche said with a smirk, when he had lowered Kazuha’s trousers and now stroked tender buttocks with the palm of his hand. "Look how you're trembling. Can't wait for me to put my cock in your little hole?"       Kazuha whimpered, biting his lip, but right after felt a soft kiss on the corner of his ear. He heard:       "Be patient, baby. Will you?"       Kazuha moved eagerly towards Scara's lubricated fingers, which had just touched his entrance.       "If you fidget, you're not going to get rewarded," Scaramouche said as he stretched out his naughty lover.       Kazuha immediately froze. He turned his head back and looked at Scara with sad, longing eyes. Kunikuzushi swallowed and reached out with his free hand to affectionately stroke Kazuha's cheek.       "Are you really taking this seriously, my sweet Kazu?" he smiled, but his smile soonly turned into a grin as he pushed his fingers deep inside Kazuha, "You are an obedient boy. How can I deny you the reward you deserve?"       Kazuha immediately tensed like a string and sank back against the surface of the table, ragged sighs coming from his throat. As Scara's fingers moved away, his legs twitched, even though Kunikuzushi continued to stroke his waist with one hand.       Kazuha heard the sound of the belt being undone and immediately became excited, laying his chest more comfortably on the table.       When he felt the cold because of the lubricant cock at his crotch, blood immediately rushed to his cheeks and his palms tightened into fists.       Kazuha never admitted that he had a size kink, but truth be told, he had a kink for everything in Scara's body.       "Don't move," Scaramouche ordered, and Kaedehara obeyed at once: he felt his waist being squeezed by two rough hands, and a few seconds later the fullness deep inside overtook him.       "A-ah!" Kazuha couldn't help himself, arching his back as Scaramouche entered him fully a moment later. Boy's whole body tensed, his legs shaking — but Kunikuzushi only dug his fingers deeper into Kazuha's skin, leaving red marks, and thrust into him a couple of times.       Kazuha moaned loudly, a hoarseness creeping into his voice from overfeeling.       How perverted and wrong it was — to fuck like this, in the meeting room of their organisation, on the table, deliberately turning off the CCTV cameras... And how much Kazuha loved it, how much he wished it won't end...       Kazuha groaned and whimpered into his forearms as Scaramouche began thrusting into him, the wet slaps echoing throughout the room. Kazuha's hair had been loose at some point, and now it was messed up all over his shoulders and back, bouncing up and down with every thrust.       Scaramouche was breathing heavily, gently pressing Kazuha against the table so that he could thrust his full length into him. Kazuha's long since non-virgin walls squeezed his cock familiarly, allowing Kunikuzushi to slide inside and bring Kazuha to the point where he twitched and almost screamed Scara's name.       Suddenly the phone rang.       Scaramouche paused, still having his cock inside of Kazuha, and he kept one of his hands on Kaedehara's buttock while with the other he took a phone from his pocket. Seeing the Shogun's name pop up on it, he took the call with a raised eyebrow, and right away resounded:       "Did you hack the CCTV’s in the meeting room again?"       Scaramouche grinned, stroking Kazuha's buttock and watching him bite his hand in an attempt to hold back his voice. His body was trembling.       "Damn right."       A sigh came from the phone. Kazuha moved his arse, but he had instantly received light, but firm slap, and he froze, panting in arousment.       "Make it quick, will you?" the shogun continued in a displeased voice. "We’re going to have a meeting in two hours."       "Yea-yeah, whatever…" Scaramouche rolled his eyes, but as he lowered his gaze again to the sight of Kazuha in front of him, he smiled once again. He ended the call without looking and tossed the phone aside, now leaning towards Kazuha and touching his back with his hot chest. "I'm sorry for making you wait, sweetheart. You're such a good boy for enduring all this time."       Kazuha groaned at the new thrust, a roughly-gentle one, in Scara’s attitude — Kazuha's legs were already giving way to stand like that, and the boy clung helplessly to the surface of the table, whimpering and trying to cover his watery eyes.       Feeling that he was close to climaxing, Scaramouche buried his hands in Kazuha's soft buttocks, thrusting so hard that the skin around them had already reddened. He sped up his thrusts, coming in and out sharply, until he finally gave one last deep thrust — filling Kazuha to the brim with cum. Kaedehara twitched, cumming too, and exhausted collapsed on the table.       Scaramouche was recovering his breath, still holding shivering Kazuha with his hands. He pulled his cock out of him, letting the sperm flow from the hole down the boy's thigh and leg. Kazuha breathed quietly, buried in his hands and his dishevelled hair.       Kazuha's knees suddenly buckled and he almost fell, but Kunikuzushi caught him just in time and placed him back on the table, this time on his back.       He contemplated the beautiful sight of a fucked Kazuha, who had eyes half-closed, breathing heavily, his own cum still dripping down his cock and Scara's semen flowing from his hole onto the table.       "Look at you," Scaramouche said contentedly, blowing away the bang that had covered his eyes, and grinned. "If it weren't for the time, I'd take you like this, too."       Kazuha, too tired to answer, only closed his eyes and completely went limp on the table. Pulling on his trousers and buckling his belt, Scaramouche leaned over to Kazuha to kiss his temple. He found a pack of tissues in his pocket and, lifting Kazuha by his legs, wiped the table beneath him clean of sperm and sweat. Wiping Kazuha's hole and his cock, he then also put Kaedehara's trousers back on him.       "Kazuha," Kunikuzushi called out, sitting down on the table next to a still sluggish Kazuha. He reached over and tucked a strand of his white hair behind his ear. "Are you all right? We have to go."       Kazuha opened his eyes to look at his lover and exhaled. Without looking, he found Scara's palm and squeezed it with his own hand, saying:       "Ah, Scara… I feel so good…"       "Did I overdo it, ha?" Scaramouche grinned and reached over to hold his back and help him up.       Kazuha got to his feet, holding Scara's hand, and only then raised his head. Swallowing, he stood up on his toes and kissed Kuni’s lips.       Scaramouche immediately wrapped his arms around him, kissing him back and pulling closer. His hands once again snuck under Kazuha's t-shirt and gently began to stroke his back and shoulder blades, like he didn't get enough.       "Scara," Kazuha pulled away from his lips with a slight rebuke and looked into his eyes. Kunikuzushi exhaled.       "Screw it," and he grabbed Kazuha's arm, dragging him towards the door. He quickly opened it and led them out into the corridor, heading somewhere in an unknown direction. Kazuha obediently followed him, clutching his hand until they finally stopped in front of the restrooms.       "You don't have anything to do for half an hour before the meeting, do you?" Scaramouche grinned at him as he led them inside. He checked the cubicles and, making sure no one was there, he went back to Kazuha.       He didn't waste a minute — and straight away hugged him, unceremoniously kissing once again, continuing their interrupted kiss.       "You-," Kazuha barely breathed out between kisses, feeling the temperature rise around them. "You are insatiable… ah…"       Scaramouche smiled into the new kiss, wrapping his arms around Kazuha and slowly taking steps backwards into one of the stalls. At one point he swapped them and nudged Kazuha onto the closed toilet lid, breaking their kiss. Kazuha looked up at him innocently, and Scara with a chuckle only locked the door to the stall.       Kunikuzushi decided to take out his phone right away and, setting it on silent mode, put it back in his pocket.       Kazuha swallowed, looking at the fly of Scaramouche’s trousers.       At the meeting they didn’t turn up at all.