Page 60 of Two for Roughing

howza68: also is it fucking my coworker if we only talk about it?

Damir shifted on his bed. It was absolutely fucking his coworker no matter how they went about it. It was also a terrible idea. One he had zero intention of saying no to.

ddenisov88: I won’t tell if you won’t

He accepted the incoming voice call immediately.

“Damir,” Kilian said unsteadily.

That was a nice way to hear his name as well, shaky and restless, like Kilian needed him.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” Kilian breathed.

“Stop.”

Damir knew he obeyed based on the small hurt sound he made. He set his phone on speaker, shimmied out of his pants and boxers, and leaned against the headboard. He wrapped one hand around his dick, already chubbing up at the thought of Kilian right across the hall, not touching himself at Damir’s behest.

“I wanted to kiss you, before,” Damir said conversationally. He stroked his cock slowly as he spoke, getting himself hard.

“In the kitchen?”

“Mm-hm. If Ketchup hadn’t come in…”

“I’d have kissed back,” Kilian admitted.

“And then, watching you eat the food I made you…” Damir tilted his head back, stroking a little faster.

“Yeah? You liked feeding me? Taking care of me?”

“Was I so obvious about it?”

“I would kneel at your feet and eat from your hands.” Kilian said it casually, as if his words weren’t a lit match on the tinder of Damir’s peace of mind.

“I would spoil you,” Damir told him. “Feed you the best food I know how to make, massage lotion into your skin, make you feel so good you’re floating, and then…”

“Yeah?”

“I’d make you come. Over and over, till you’re shooting dry. I’d give you my hands and my mouth and my cock until you couldn’t take it anymore and you begged me to stop.”

“Damir,” Kilian breathed.

“I love how you sound when you’re desperate for me.”

“Damir, please.”

“What, you want to touch yourself?” Damir pumped his dick punishingly fast, his voice breathless from the exertion.

“Yes.”

“Too bad. I want you to concentrate on imagining it instead. You, naked in my bed, maybe tied up, unable to do anything but take what I give you. I’d put my mouth on your neck, suck bruises to your clavicle.”

“My clavicle?”

“You know what a tease it is to watch you get dressed twice a day in the locker room? It’s always the last bit of skin you cover up, the last button you close. I want my teeth on your throat, Kilian.”

Kilian groaned quietly.