Hard Days Work

Hard Days Work by S.A. Payne A Blurring the Lines Side Story Happy Birthday to everyone! I'm posting this smutty little short side story on my birthday as a treat for everyone! Enjoy!

Blurring The Lines: Hard Day At Work Part One

It was the sound of the shower shutting off that half woke Mick up but it was when the bathroom door opened that he really woke up. He sighed and let his eyes follow Toshi as the half breed moved around their bedroom, carefully dressing in his suit as he did every day. The space was dark, the bedroom had been made to have no windows and soft light to give Toshi’s more light sensitive eyes a break. There was plenty of light from the bathroom spilling into the room for Mick to watch and from how Toshi moved he knew he was being watched. On a normal morning, Mick was awake with Toshi, dressed with him, started the day with him but today Toshi was up early and Mick lingered in bed. That was his first clue something was up, there had been nothing on the schedule that would have made his lover start his day early. Mick’s second clue was when Toshi came and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn’t lean over to kiss him, didn’t even touch him. “What I want you to wear is in the bathroom.” Toshi’s voice was almost distant it was so cold and Mick leaned up. He was naked under the covers except for the necklace that matched the bracelet Toshi wore. “Okay.” He agreed and tried to reach for Toshi but the man stood up, pulling away before Mick could even touch one strand of his long black hair. “I expect you in my office in ten minutes.” Toshi said from the door but didn’t wait for agreement. Mick sat up and ran a hand over his still sleep bleary eyes. The nights stubble made for a scratchy counterpoint as he tried to process what Toshi had said. It wasn’t a simple work request and he couldn’t help but wonder as he got up. Ten minutes would give him just enough time to shower and shave and make it to his lover’s office but no time to sit and worry about it. If Toshi was feeling bossy, there was generally a reason. As he stumbled still half asleep into the bathroom he tired to think about what was planned for the day that might have Toshi feeling off. Inside of Mick’s head the time was ticking down and he hurried through his shower. It wasn’t easy because the air was humid and hot from Toshi and the smell of his lover lingered in the air. There wasn’t time and, well, it wasn’t ever too difficult to talk Toshi into taking a few minutes away from work for a little playtime. That was a happy thought as he shaved off the ginger colored whiskers and, for a change, rubbed on the inhibitor lotion to keep his beard from growing back so fast. Showered and shaved and now fully awake, Mick turned to the small stack of clothing left on the

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counter top. The shoes gave it away, sneakers he almost never wore and that still looked new, sat to the side with plain, simple, white cotton socks tucked inside. On top of the stack Mick found a t-shirt, old and faded and easily a size to small for him. He turned it over and recognized it as one of Andy’s which meant that it was going to be tight across his shoulders and chest. The jeans made him smirk because it was a pair from his club clothes not from his everyday clothes. They were custom made for him, at Toshi’s request, and Mick considered them bordering on indecent. They were cut so low that they didn’t even reach the top of his hips, were so tight to look painted on and cupped his ass enough to make even Rez stare. What was under the jeans made him stop smirking. There was no mistaking the bottle of lube but lying beside it was a curved hand carved section of wood. It was dark and lovely and had interesting bends and curves. Mick picked it up and turned it over in his hands, liking the beauty and weight of it and impressed that the wood felt sealed and smooth. It looked and felt expensive and with it sitting next to the lube there was little doubt as to it’s function. Toshi, who was still uneasy about sex toys, had bought him a very classy, obviously hand made, one of a kind butt plug. Mick wasn’t sure if he should grin again or worry but he very carefully got dressed. The plug was smooth and well made, it slipped into his body easily but once there made him shiver. The odd round smoothness of it’s curves hit all the best places and made him shiver. If the time wasn’t ticking down in his head he would have gotten too distracted by the feel of the plug resting so perfectly inside his body. He shook his head and shimmied into his jeans. The plug made them feel tighter and Mick frowned as he tried to tuck himself into the tight front without cutting anything off in the zipper. “Could have at least left underwear.” He grumbled as he tugged and pulled the t-shirt on. The seams creaked a little but nothing tore and Mick eased the cotton down over his chest. He had to balance on one foot to get his socks and shoes on, the plug still felt too tight and the jeans way too tight, to let him sit down comfortably. In an hour it would be a different story but for now he wasn’t going to risk it. One final look in the mirror told Mick he was as together as he was going to get. The t-shirt stopped a good quarter of a inch above where the jeans started and that was with everything tugged into place. Walking would hitch the shirt up a little and the jeans down a little and the thought of everyone seeing that inch of exposed skin made him blush a little as he hurried from the bathroom. On the way to Toshi’s office Mick learned something about his new plug. It was comfortable and lightweight enough that he was sure he could wear it all day without any issue. It fit him perfectly, in fact a little too perfectly because just walking had him on a low simmer of sexual desire. Trying to hurry to make it to Toshi’s office made him want to pull the denim of the jeans away from his ass and groin to stop that added sensation and to give his growing hard on room to expand. Instead he gritted his teeth and tried not to think about how good the plug felt while he rushed to meet Toshi within the ten minutes requested. And by his own internal countdown he made it there in time, especially since Alec was in the outer office for a change so there was no having to stop and chat. Mick slipped into the office, the space still smelled new, and wasn’t surprised to find Toshi behind the desk and staring at his computer screen. The man looked good. Mick loved to watch his lover work, loved the little frown of concentration he wore when really thinking about something. His long hair fell loose over a shoulder and ever so slowly his too large ice blue eyes drifted across the screen. He wasn’t just handsome, he was beautiful and watching Toshi always made Mick think dirty thoughts. Today, dressed in clothes that accented his body and with the new toy in place, the sight of Toshi was enough to take him from somewhat aroused to oh dear god someone fuck me please aroused.

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He struggled to make sure it didn’t show as he stood and waited. The only outward sign Mick was willing to give of his condition was a slight shifting of his feet as he tried to not rub or maybe to rub his hard on against the denim of his jeans. Mentally Mick counted off five, six, seven minutes while he stood and waited. Finally, Toshi glanced over from his computer screen but the small frown of concentration didn’t leave his expression. “We’re going to play a game today.” He announced. That made Mick a little nervous. “Okay?” “There’s only one rule you need to worry about.” Toshi’s eyes slipped over and across Mick, drinking in how he was dressed and it made Mick’s situation even more difficult. “Okay.” “You don’t come until I tell you it’s okay. Not once without permission. Do you understand?” That sounded like the start of something good. Something like Toshi pushing him onto the floor and their having wild, horny sex for a few hours. That suited Mick because it was only fair given how turned on he was already and how Toshi had obviously dressed him to look like some sexual fantasy. “I understand.” He grinned and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. “I’ll call you if I want you.” Toshi’s voice was so icy cold that it stopped Mick in his tracks. “What?” Toshi just raised an eyebrow but the door behind Mick opened and Alec came in. The blond secretary was juggling bowls of oatmeal and cups of tea. “Oh, hey, Mick, are you joining us? I can go get more breakfast but this meeting will be boring so if I was you I’d run for the hills.” Alec only glanced over Mick’s outfit once and he hid his smirk as he placed the food on the desk. “Still not used to this eating breakfast in the afternoon and staying up all night. Ah the crazy life of a nightclub manager.” Mick finally managed to close his mouth and he shook his head. “No, I…I have work to do…” He hurried to leave the office and hoped he wasn’t blushing. He almost considered going back to their apartment and changing clothes when he remembered he had a meeting with the guards first thing. He’d won their respect, sure, and he knew he could show up in feathers and they wouldn’t change their opinion of him but he felt more comfortable in his normal clothes. That and as he joined them in their meeting hall he felt the dozens of sets of I/S eyes settle on him and stay there. They all knew he was off limits because of Toshi’s ongoing trouble with jealousy but that didn’t stop them from thinking. A room filled with I/S all thinking dirty thoughts about one person was a scary thing indeed. Mick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice which only made the group smirk and whisper and even the embarrassment did nothing to squash how horny he was. It was hours before his phone beeped. It wasn’t even a call just a text from Toshi. “Now.” Was all it read but Mick understood. He put the phone away and quickly excused himself from the security office. Never did the walk from his office to Toshi’s feel so long. Alec was in the outer office this time. “Quietly, he’s in a teleconference.”

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That made Mick wonder. They couldn’t have sex with Toshi in a meeting. There was no way the other man could stay quiet, he was a screamer and that was one of the things Mick loved about him. He gritted his teeth and slipped into the office. Someone on the phone line was droning on about figures and sales projections but Mick only saw Toshi. The half breed pushed back from his desk slightly and waved for Mick to come closer. “No, I don’t have those figures here and frankly when we ran the numbers we got vastly different results.” His eyes followed Mick as he crept closer. Toshi only half listened to the voices on the phone as he casually unbuttoned and than unzipped his dress pants. Mick stood stunned. Toshi met his eye and very deliberately glanced down to his own lap. The meaning was clear and Mick understood. He dropped to his knees without a second thought. It was dirty and hot and some twisted secret fantasy that he had never expected Toshi to understand let alone create. Mick nuzzled his face into Toshi’s groin a second before he carefully eased his lover’s very hard length from inside the fabric of his pants. He tried to tease, tried to gently lay kisses across that section of flesh Mick adored so much. Toshi still had clinging doubts about how much Mick loved giving head. He still struggled with the idea that it was okay for him to enjoy such selfish pleasure that Mick was used to easing his lover into a good blow job. Apparently Toshi didn’t need to be eased into it tonight. As Mick tried to go slowly a hand crept into his hair and forced his head down. It forced him to swallow his lover whole to the point where even he almost chocked and made Mick painfully, unbearably hard. That was all the hint he needed and while Toshi’s hand stayed fisted in his hair, Mick no longer needed it to guide him. In the background the meeting continued and the few times Toshi spoke up his voice was steady and stable, giving away no hints of what was going on. The thought that who knew how many people were on the other end of the phone lines, listening, unknowing, while Mick knelt and sucked Toshi off almost was enough to make him break his promise. He would have done anything to reach down and even just rub his cock through the denim of his too tight jeans but he kept his hands on Toshi and away from temptation. “Excuse me a moment.” Toshi said very calmly and pressed the mute button. “Oh…” He moaned. “That’s it….oh…God….” His hand tightened in Mick’s hair and that was all the warning he was given before his lover came. He swallowed hard, letting Toshi rock a little with tiny thrusts that smothered him a little and made him feel slutty and oh so good at the same time. He waited until the hand in his hair loosened and than fell away before he slipped back, knowing that now he’d give Mick permission to finish as well. It would be hot to know Toshi watched him touching himself while listening to the boring meeting. Only as Mick slid back, Toshi sighed in his chair and watched him with half closed eyes. He spoke not a word and instead carefully tucked himself back into his dress pants and very quickly made himself presentable again. Without a word he clicked the mute button. “I’m back, ladies and gentleman, now about the conversion of warehouse twenty three into a refugee holding facility, are we still on track for the first to arrive next month? I want to get the European camp shut down and cleared out before fall.” That was it. Toshi had called him in, had him blow him and now went back to his meeting without a word. It left Mick a little upset, not offended really just shocked and turned on by it all at the same time. Since he’d been given no permission he kept to the single rule of the game and didn’t touch himself but he almost, not quite, but almost groaned loud enough for the phone to pick up the sound as he stood up. He was so hard he was pretty sure the tight jeans were cutting off circulation and there was no way he could hide the throbbing bulge in his pants as he scurried out of the room.

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“You okay, Mick?” Alec asked as Mick hurried by. “I’m fine!” He snapped and kept moving.

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Blurring The Lines: Hard Day At Work Part Two

It took almost an hour before the compulsion to break his word and give in to his aching need faded to where every step, every movement didn’t make him want to scream with need. It wouldn’t have taken so long but everyone he came across, everyone he spoke to seemed to know what he was going through. I/S, human, men and women all checked him out and it was as much for his foul mood, unusually casual clothing and obvious arousal than for any real attraction to him. “Sweetie, those jeans should be illegal.” Andy smirked as he sauntered up to Mick. Mick had picked the back bar of the common center club to work on some paperwork just because it was out of the way and would keep him from being bothered. It didn’t surprise him that Andy found him there, he saw his friend several times during the day but being teased was the last thing he needed. “What do you want?” Mick grumbled and tried not to notice Andy’s very short skirt or think about how easy it was to get under his skirts. He kept his eyes on his paperwork and away from this friend. “Just wanted to drop off the publicity plans for the next month. Toshi’s welcome the refuge party? I still need to know if you all want it to be an I/S event or a mixed or open or invite only?” “You’re late, you said you’d have this done first thing.” He knew he was being grumpy and Toshi didn’t care so long as it got done but he wasn’t feeling charitable. “This is first thing for me, sweetie. Rez kept me up all night. He’d invited Jos over, poor thing still is a bit confused and still hasn’t really found his sober legs yet, you know? Anyway Rez invited him over after Grandma Rose’s group therapy circle and well, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed but really the two of them needed a chance alone. I got to take photos though, I can show you if you want? It’s not vulgar they just made out once Jos got it into his that he couldn’t top Rez. When they were paired up before Jos always topped Rez but really no one is topping Rez but me ever again and that’s by his choice. So once they got that settled it was just

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a lot of rolling around and making out but hot, I tell you, have you seen two I/S together? Sexy sexy sexy! You should sneak into the loft and steal a peek, they’re both still passed out. All tangled together with their hair mussed up. They actually look all sweet and innocent.” Mick tried very hard not to listen but his hands balled up and he couldn’t help picture the scene Andy had described. He wasn’t even that attracted to Rez but he couldn’t deny the man was sexy. The thought of him splayed out, asleep, lavender hair spilled out everywhere mixed with Jos’s unusual green, the two men wrapped around each other was enough of a thought to distract him more. “Damn it.” Mick shook his head and had to try to adjust his jeans as he gathered his work and turned to walk away. “Don’t you want to go over this?” Andy called out as Mick hurried away. He did his best to keep his smirk from his voice. “Later!” He snapped and knew he had to walk it off. Mick was starting to think it was a conspiracy when he was in storage room checking a sensor, stretched out on a ladder and too aware of how much skin he was showing as his shirt rode up and his pants slipped down. The plug made him groan as it slipped a little inside of him. It made focusing on running the check on the sensor almost impossible and his legs were trembling when he finally climbed down ladder and he had to take a moment to calm down. Which would have been fine if the door the store room hadn’t pushed open. Two of the guards didn’t stumble through and instantly start making out. Mick knew them and knew they were currently off duty but he hadn’t known they were involved. Than again with I/S relationships were fluid things generally and he tried not to pry in his security staff’s personal lives. There was little doubt that they were involved with how they were kissing, pulling each other’s hair and yanking at their clothing. The last thing Mick needed was an example of how beautiful two I/S men could look together as they pushed each other hard against the store room wall. Mick cleared his throat but neither one noticed and he had to drop his eyes as a shirt was ripped off and Mick wasn’t surprised to see the toned, strong body below. He worked out with these people, he knew how hard they worked, how fit they were but he didn’t need to see it. “Gentlemen?” Mick forced out and was grateful his voice didn’t crack like a teenager. The pair finished the kiss they were in the middle of and turned to where Mick stood, his shirt still hitched up and his pants so low his hipbones stuck out. Neither one blushed or seemed upset and Mick could see the look in their eyes. “Want to join in?” “No!” His voice cracked now. “Toshi…” The man pressed to the wall nodded as his partner started nibbling at his neck again. “Yeah, Sakura-sama might not like it. Too bad…you look like you could use a hand there…” He stood and gaped like a fish and told his hormones to stop. They didn’t listen and he almost ran from the room to escape. He hurried out into the central club’s floor and was pleased to see the day was starting to gear up for the coming evening. As he hurried past the first bar he caught the tail end of an argument that on a normal day he’d ignore. “No, I counted the kegs three times I’m not going back down there to count them a fourth, I don’t care what the tallies say.”

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“I’m telling you they shorted us on the amber lager and we need to count it and report it.” Mick stopped. “I’ll go recount it, and tell Jen she should have been here when the delivery was made.” He knew he was being harsh. Jen was the third central club manager they’d hired in almost as many months. Finding someone with the right skills to deal with them plus over see the mix of human and I/S wasn’t easy. Jen was doing a good job over all but she’d only been on the job for a few weeks and it was only the horny ache in his pants that made him want to yell at the poor woman. He took a steadying breath. “I’ll go recount it.” Mick took the paperwork from the two bickering bartenders and moved to the stairs that lead down to the first level basement and it’s walls of wine bottles and beer kegs. The lighting was lower and the temperature was cooler which felt pretty good on his fevered skin. Best of all there was no one down there and people rarely came down to the lower levels during the day. That night there would be people running down for wine and spirits, beer and more but right now everything should have been stocked already and the place should be blissfully empty. This was something he could do. Counting the kegs would be easy and almost soothing. He was alone and that was just what he needed. For the first time since he woke up he felt his shoulders relaxing and just because he was alone he unbuttoned the tight jeans and scratched at the skin that had grown red below the button. It made counting the kegs easier as he had to bend to stretch to check the rows and make tallies as he went along on the paperwork. It was just what he needed and he started to seriously consider hiding out in the basement for the rest of the day or until Toshi called him back again. A hand snaked around his neck and another hand slipped down his arm. It made Mick tense back up and he would have gone defensive if he didn’t instantly know the hands just by touch alone. The bracelet on the wrist that slipped down his arm confirmed it and Mick sighed as Toshi’s lips pressed to the back and side of his neck. “Baby…” Mick sighed. “You have no idea how badly I need you.” He let his head loll a little to the side and almost moaned when the hand on his arm slipped over to his waist and instantly started to tug at the zipper of his jeans. “Thought you’d never get done with that meeting…” He had been blaming the meeting for keeping Toshi from calling him and ending the odd game the other man was playing and now he knew it was over. When the jeans gave way Mick sighed and tried to melt back against his lover. He was hard again, which he was starting to think was just going to be an ongoing problem until Toshi ended his torture. At least this time his jeans were open and his aching length had room to be instead of the way it had been painfully crushed all day. Mick reached to help Toshi’s hand peel the denim down off of his hips and the cool air made him shiver. Toshi’s foot slipped between his legs and kicked at his ankles and Mick didn’t need to be asked twice, he spread his legs as wide as he could with the jeans still around his thighs. He didn’t know what Toshi was going to do but he didn’t expect the man to step back from him or the hand that settled between his shoulder blades and pushed him forward. Mick stumbled and caught himself on one stack of the beer kegs. The lips and hands disappeared from his body but he felt Toshi lean forward, felt his hair drape across his back. “Remember the rule.” Toshi whispered while one of his hands barely brushed across the naked skin of Mick’s lower back. The touch made him buck a little, his cock brushing against the cool metal of the beer keg and he almost lost all control. Just that simple touch had him panting. He clung to what grip he’d found in what was now an unstable world and tried not to rub himself against the metal in front of him. The fingertips gently trailed down to the top of his ass and Mick squinted his eyes shut. He didn’t

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care what Toshi had planned now that his lover was there. He’d do anything, and he meant anything. He’d do anything for Toshi on a good today, after the day he’d been having there wasn’t even a chance he’d give the lewdest suggestion a second thought. The touch lingered, traveling across his skin to tease him. It was barely a contact, a whisper and he hungered for even that small touch. It felt like a small forever before Toshi’s touch found drifted lower, down the crevice of his ass. His breath hiccupped as Toshi found the curved end of the perfectly carved wood plug. He couldn’t help it, his hips wiggled as he silently begged for the plug to be removed and his lover to just fuck him hard. The wood plug wiggled in his body as Toshi traced it’s handle and made him gasp. He wanted to beg for real now but the words refused to escape. He wanted to moan and cry out and make all the noises Toshi normally made but he couldn’t get any of the sounds out. The only sound he could get out was his panting gasping breath until Toshi pulled the plug from his body. “Oh! OH God!” Mick cried out and almost broke the one rule that had been asked of him. His cock ached painfully, precome dribbled down his length and smeared messily against the cool metal of the beer keg and he didn’t care so long Toshi didn’t stop. He clung there waiting but what came next wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t Toshi that slowly circled and teased him but the damned plug. He was so desperate he was almost happy for that tease because it was being given to him by Toshi’s hand. With no care, caution or warning, the plug slipped into his body again. Mick’s hips jerked and he whimpered, his fingernails clawed at the beer kegs and he swore he saw spots of blackness floating in his vision. He wanted to come, needed it, craved it with a pain that made him want to give in. Release was right there and he shuddered on the edge, gasping for breath and whimpering on the exhales because he couldn’t help it. The plug settled back into its perfect place and right back to being a subtle, horrible torture and stayed there. Toshi didn’t tease him with it, didn’t thrust it in and out in some mockery of the sex he craved. There was no rocking, no motion at all, Toshi just placed the plug back into his body and left it there. His hand trailed lightly across Mick’s bared skin again but it didn’t linger and far too quickly disappeared. “Toshi?” Mick managed to gasp out but he couldn’t remember how to turn to look for his lover. It wasn’t until he heard footsteps. He tried to whip around to see if Toshi was actually leaving him bare ass naked and half bent over a beer keg because that seemed impossible. He lost his balance and fell to the cold floor but it got him turned around in time to catch a swishing glimpse of glossy long black hair as Toshi walked away. “Shit.” Mick cursed, still breathless. “Shit, shit, shit!” He dropped his head back against the nearest beer keg and kept his hands safely at his sides. It would be so easy to finish what Toshi had started. His cock bobbed about, red and complaining and he wanted to, really wanted to but there was that single rule denying him. Instead he kept his head back, his hands safely away and tried to focus on his breathing and not how pathetically horny he was. It took forever before the burning need for release faded to simply hungry desire and longer still before Mick was sure he could stand up. He climbed to his feet uneasily, shaking his head and feeling like punching someone or, maybe, just humping their leg a little. Getting his pants up was a new torture, the tight denim almost hurt more than being shot as he stuffed himself back into the jeans and forced the zipper and button closed. Painful or not, he got it closed and had to start the count all over again.

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Blurring The Lines: Hard Day At Work Part Three

Things only got worse when the clubs opened. The first couple of weeks had been uneasy. Humans came to their side of the club out of curiosity and they’d had to toss a lot of them out because they’d come thinking they were going to a brothel. That had changed as word spread that it wasn’t a sex club. The I/S side had taken longer. They had generations of mistrust but now they’d finally gotten to a point where the I/S side of the club was packed every night. It was only in the last few weeks that the central club, the one designed to allow humans and I/S to mingle on common ground, had started to fill. Not just fill but filled with people that were dancing and slowly, very slowly, starting to mingle with people that didn’t have eyes like their own. Which was great except that as the clubs filled Mick was getting far too many looks. He was dressed like he was there to party and soon was getting a proposition every time he stood still long enough to breathe. It was making him feel like he was going to crawl out of his skin, the looks, the suggestions, the thumping pound of the music and the flash of the lights. Everything he did took twice as long to do because he couldn’t think straight. Every hot guy that walked by made him ache, not necessarily for the guy that walked by but for Toshi, locked alone in their room and as hungry as he was for hours of hot sex. When he got a call to check on something that seemed to be manufacturing up above the lights in the catwalk above he was more than happy to go up there. Mick went up to the office level and than above that to the lights and the ladder to the catwalk that was a good ten feet above the lights. The music was below and while still loud not as overwhelming as it was even at the level of the lights. He moved onto the dark catwalk out to where the stuck camera was supposed to be and where there was nothing below the grate of the catwalk for a good thirty or forty feet down where people danced. There wasn’t a stuck camera but when Mick stopped looking down through the catwalk grate to where the high security cameras were mounted he saw a better reason to be so far off the ground. “Toshi.” Mick froze. Toshi was still in his dress pants but he’d removed the suit jacket and tie he always wore. The buttons around his collar were undone and his hair was loose and pulled forward over his shoulders. The lights from below flickered up blues and reds, greens and oranges as they danced in their flashing display of colors and each color one painted a hue over his lover. Just seeing him standing there, unmoving, had Mick’s heart racing. “Please.” Mick whispered and he knew a human would never hear the soft word but Toshi would. It was apparently the right word to say because as soon as he’d whispered it Toshi almost charged across the walkway. Mick held his ground and try to brace himself both physically and mentally for another tease. He closed his eyes and was already hard before Toshi was even halfway to him. Hands slipped around his neck and he trembled at the touch, every nerve in his body was so tightly strung, so over wound from the day that even that small touch was almost

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too much. Lips covered his own and he had to unclench his jaw to allow the kiss. Which was all he was able to do because Toshi devoured him. Their bodies were still several inches apart but Mick let his lover’s hands hold him still and let Toshi torment him with lips and tongue. The now far too familiar slightly metallic lime taste of Toshi’s venom made him whimper slightly but the last thing he wanted was for Toshi to bite him. Venom in his blood on top of his already desperate state would be enough to drive him crazy, it would be too much for him to stand. The kiss ended and Mick was shivering in place. He was at the end of his control and knew one touch, one single thought of a touch, would be enough for his body to break down and break his singular rule. He simply couldn’t stand to be teased any longer, couldn’t stand one more suggestion, one more look without finding some release. Even the small movements of Toshi’s fingertips were driving him crazy. “I want you naked.” The words were a command and Mick rushed to obey. He trusted that if Toshi was giving such an order the cameras that monitored the catwalk were turned off and they had privacy. Frankly, he didn’t care if his entire security staff were watching, Toshi wanted him naked and he almost ripped the fabric from his skin. Mick rushed to get his shoes and jeans off and was glad they’d made the catwalks almost impossible to fall off of or drop things from because he couldn’t swear a shoe wouldn’t get kicked under a railing if the screen wasn’t there. Mick finally managed to get naked as Toshi had requested and he stood there, his clothing scattered like fallen leaves around him and waited. He was panting for breath just from Toshi’s almost glowing blue eyes as they slipped over his body. His skin felt like it was boiled it was so fevered from desire and sweat began to bead up on his forehead, on his chest to gather into a fat drop and slip down between his chest, over his ribs and lower. His length was so hard it was standing straight out like an accusation, demanding to be touched, weeping with need just from a kiss and a command. Slowly, Toshi walked around him. His body got so close to Mick’s naked skin that he could feel the heat from his lover’s body but was never once touched. With each careful footstep Mick felt the step in the metal below his bare feet and his cock bobbed a little in disappointment. He didn’t dare move as Toshi circled him for fear that if he did or made any sort of further demand Toshi would just keep going and leave him naked and desperate so far above the dance floor. His fear was eased when a hand, strong and steady, settled on his shoulder. Mick’s hands weren’t steady any more, they trembled and the steady touch was a soothing torment. The touch wasn’t meant to be either and the hand pressed on Mick’s shoulder a little. It was a quiet guidance and Mick gave in instantly and let the hand guide him downward. Down he went until he was kneeling on his own jeans on the catwalk and the hand slipped from his shoulder to between his shoulder blades and pushed a little more. He understood the hint and gave in to the soft force. The screening metal grate of the catwalk floor was rough against his hands but he twisted his fingers between the holes and gripped on hard. It gave him a dizzying view of the dance floor so far below. The flashing lights and flashes of bright hair and beautiful bodies all writhing together was hypnotic. He barely saw it as his eyes seemed to unfocus when Toshi’s fingers trailed down his inner thigh and pressed outward just a little. Mick took the hint and let his legs slip apart but the position alone was nearly too much even as the fingers withdrew and disappeared. With the touch gone, Mick was alone in his misery. The people below danced on unaware of his torture and he couldn’t bring himself to care about them. He tried to stay still but his hips wiggled a little trying to draw attention to himself and silently beg for what he wanted. His ears strained to hear anything but the pounding, thumping beat of the music below and he had a horrible fear that

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Toshi had left him again. Only, he tried to comfort himself, he would have felt the vibrations of the footsteps on the metal as his lover left him and he hadn’t felt anything like that. When his ears caught the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone, Mick moaned softly. The music stole the sound and carried it away. He struggled to hear a zipper but couldn’t over the beat of his own heart. “Please…” He whispered again, breathless and frightened of being abandoned. It wasn’t just about release and getting off anymore, he was scared of Toshi walking away and leaving. Frightened his lover wouldn’t understand how badly he needed him and how close he was to his breaking point. Fabric covered legs knelt between his own and Mick flinched from the contact he craved and feared. It wasn’t going to take much for him to break his rule and the feel of the fine fabric was rough on his hungry skin. With no other contact, the plug shifted inside his body. There was no teasing as Toshi smoothly withdrew the wood from his body. Mick gasped as his body shook and he held on, open and vulnerable, and waited. Something wet and slick, hot and very hard pressed against his exposed ass and Mick chocked on his own breath. There was no doubt what it was, not one single doubt in his mind and he wanted to whine and beg for Toshi to continue but no sound came out. Skin and flesh pressed against his own and it was even more fevered hot as Mick’s body. The warmth of an I/S had never felt so comforting against his sweating flesh as Toshi pressed himself tightly against Mick. But it was all still a tease and he struggled with trusting that it wasn’t going to end as a tease. He wanted to believe, he wanted to trust that his lover knew him well enough to know when he’d been pushed too far but Mick never trusted anything easily. He trembled, frightened of being broken if the promise of that intimate touch proved false and waited, passively, submissively, waited to accept whatever Toshi was planning on offering him. Hands gripped his hips. The touch wasn’t teasing, it was firm and steady and the glide of slick, hot flesh against him steadied to a single point of contact. Mick wasn’t sure what was worse, not being fucked by Toshi or having Toshi hovering right there at his entrance and not doing anything. He moaned and tried to rock his hips back but the hands on his hips held him steady. It was a very clear meaning, he was supposed to hold still and stay still and Mick’s hands clenched on the metal grate as he panted and whimpered for breath. By some merciful miracle he managed to find the strength to stay steady and not move. One hand disappeared from his hip and the other patted his ass with approving affection. It made Mick feel warm with pride, a glow in his stomach that for a moment overwhelmed his need and the painful ache in his cock. He pressed the side of his face against the grate below him. The legs between his own shifted a little, a tiny fragment and than the hot point of contact at his entrance exploded. With one long, quick, demanding thrust Toshi filled him until he was pressing his hips tight against Mick’s ass. He whimpered and clawed at the grate below him and felt his eyes half roll up in his head. Mick wanted to push back against that invading heat but he forced himself to stay still. He wanted to reach a hand between his own legs and grip his now dripping cock. It would only take a single clench of his hand to trip him over the edge and into release and he wanted it so badly. Instead he dug his hands tighter on the grate, not caring if he cut his skin or left bruises so long as he kept his hands safely away. His mind spun away as Toshi moved inside of him. Hands gripped his hips again and held his increasingly boneless body steady as Mick was roughly and quickly fucked silly. Even on the thrusts where his body twitched and clenched a little against being taken Toshi continued his steady, rough pace. His lover was taking him how he wanted, using Mick for his pleasure alone and it made him dissolve in how good it felt.

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He felt a cloth covered torso bend forward over his back. The shift caused Toshi to hit that wonderful, hidden spot deep in Mick’s body that was enough to push him over the edge on a good day. He wasn’t just gasping soft muted moans now, he was whining and weeping as his body trembled and fell apart from need. Black hair showered forward, tickling across Mick’s face and neck and it was only than that the words he’d waited all day to hear whispered across his mind. “Come for me, my pretty Mick….come for me…” The words felt like they were shouted across the now distant music and the tip of a tongue flicked across Mick’s ear. The mere suggestion was enough. Mick didn’t even have a chance to unclench a hand from the grate of the catwalk. Toshi whispered what he wanted and his body responded. He came hard, hot release splashing across his chest and onto the jeans below his knees. There was no way he could hold still, his body twisted and writhed, his hips bucked and through it all Toshi continued to roughly fuck him, hitting that perfect spot over and over and it all melted into something perfect that Mick hadn’t ever imagined existed. His body settled a little but it wasn’t enough. His cock didn’t even soften a little as the high of release faded. It wasn’t enough, he needed too much, Toshi felt too good inside of him, for any release, even one that wonderful, to be enough. It stole his strength and stopped his thoughts and Mick clung to the grate and hoped Toshi knew he didn’t even have the strength to touch himself any longer. Mick didn’t even need to worry about it. As Toshi’s thrusts grew rougher, deeper, more demanding as he built to his own release riding on the pleasure of Mick’s own climax, a hot, slick hand wrapped around his trembling length. He was fucked and stroked and lay with his face on the grate and his ass in the air gasping and whimpering as Toshi finally spilled himself deeply into Mick’s body. He heard his lover moaning over the pounding music, felt the fire of him in his body and still the hand stroked him. It didn’t take more than a few more pumps for Mick’s exhausted body to relent and fall into his second release. He came harder this time. This was the release he’d needed. His legs collapsed, weak now and empty of any desire to hold his body steady and he fell on the grate and his discarded clothes with his cock still trembling in waves of pleasure as his climax twisted on and on for what felt like a maddening length of time. Mick slowly came down from one of the best highs of his life. He was grinding a little, rubbing his body in slow motion, against the rough metal of the grate. He’d fallen forward and pulled Toshi from his body but that was okay, he could still feel his lover deep inside of him and he thought he would for a long time to follow. He lay there, gasping for breath and sweaty and not at all sure how he was going to find the strength to stand and dress and walk away after what had just happened. A hand petted across his sweat damp hair, gently and soft and Mick opened his eyes to see Toshi sitting down beside him. He let his lover gather him up so he had his head on Toshi’s lap instead of on the metal grate which was leaving marks on his skin. The hand continued to pet him, softly over his face and hair, down to his shoulders and chest. It was soothing and wonderful. “Mmm, nice…thank you…” Mick sighed under the soft touch as sense slowly returned. “Back with me, hmm?” Toshi asked and when Mick looked up he caught his lover’s soft smile. He nodded and nuzzled against his lover’s knee. His eyes drifting to the crowd so far below where a few bold humans were dancing with a few daring I/S and the crowds were starting to really mix for the first time. Toshi leaned forward and a shower of black hair blocked the scene below from his eyes. It was worth it to have a soft kiss pressed to his head.

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“Happy Birthday.” Toshi whispered. “I hope you liked it…” Mick grinned. “Yeah…thanks….best present ever…”

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