[Oh, he did like Mr. Sledge. So proud, so respectable, but with cravings he just had to give in to with one hand even as he rejected them with the other. He was like a woman on a diet who'd stand in front of a bakery every day, staring in at the pastries but never allowing herself one. As if the torture made him even purer in his abstinence.
He'd drag Merriell all the way up here to have him closer but not come near him: admirable, it its own way, but it couldn't be allowed to stand. Not while Merriell had the same craving, because he indulged his every whim and that was going to include the man seated in front of him.]
With all due respect, sir - [He took hold of Mr. Sledge's tie in one hand and pulled it free from his blazer, smoothing his thumb against the grain of the silky fabric, his hold very slack but still managing to make it plain that he now had physical leverage against the man.] - I'm gettin' to the point. One of us had to.
[It was beyond Sledge what sort of person he was dealing with. A devil, most likely, he was coming to think. Nothing short of Satan himself could be so tempting and there was something so sensual about the way he took his tie.
Suddenly, Sledge knew that that tie was merely a physical representation of something quite bigger. Merriell held the cards. Somewhere he'd sold his soul to the devil and now he'd come to collect. Was the promotions it? Is that how he'd signed it away?]
This is unacceptable. [He tried to keep his voice calm, but despite his words he wasn't trying to regain physical control of the situation. And god had the situation gotten out of control and much too sexual for anything appropriate for the office at all.]
[Merriell just chuckled again, a small, inscrutable smile touching his lips. It took him about the length of five heartbeats to respond in words, his eyes once again pointed downward all the while, letting Mr. Sledge sweat in the absence of his honeyed voice and probing stare instead of under its influence.
When he looked up again, Mr. Sledge's failure was written all over Merriell's face. Anything that happened until then was just a waiting game.]
Oh, you're in trouble if that's the only argument you got left.
[And then he finally pounced, yanking the tie up and toward him hard so that Mr. Sledge's head jerked forward and their mouths collided. Merriell's lips were soft enough to cushion the blow without their teeth knocking together, though, and he waited until they had before opening his mouth and licking aggressively at Mr. Sledge's lips.]
[The tension was far too much. He wanted to get up or turn the chair around but a part of him knew that that wasn't true. There was only tension because this was something he wanted. He knew he shouldn't want it. Not only was Merriell Shelton his subordinate, but one that he had personally promoted far too quickly and not to mention the fact that he was a man.
Sledge wasn't a barbarian he believed in equal rights, for everyone but... that didn't seem to extend to himself at all. When their eyes met again he knew it was over even before Merriell spoke.
He really had lost his soul without even knowing it.
Their lips collided and his parted in shock shortly after the initial contact and the other's tongue was against his mouth. There was no buffer no warm up and he groaned quietly, reaching up to grip the other's shoulders, turning his head to the side which he felt the tie tugging at him reminding him of the position he now found himself in.]
[The sound that Mr. Sledge made against Merriell's mouth gave him a pleasant shiver, and he was just reaching to cup his free hand around the nape of the other man's neck when he turned away instead of giving in. He had a lot more fight in him than Merriell would've guessed from the look he'd always gotten in his eyes (which he clearly thought he hid well) when Merriell came a bit too close during work hours.
He'd had it from the day they first met on the factory floor. From the second Merriell looked up and caught a skinny young man with neat coppery-brown hair and a slick suit looking back. Instant attraction. Merriell couldn't believe he'd fight with nothing but himself so damn hard.
He gave a little tug on the tie, but just trying to get his attention back this time, not hard enough to shift the position of Mr. Sledge's head.]
You're makin' this harder than it has to be. [His gaze flicked down to one shoulder and then back up, mouth quirking in faint amusement.] And still hangin' on to me like there's a sheer drop under your desk.
[He'd grabbed his shoulders with every intention of pushing him away but it just hadn't happened. His fingers tightened at it being pointed out and he could feel the tug trying to guide his face back to Merriell's.]
This shouldn't be happening. [Sledge said, turning to face him again. His words chosen honestly. It wasn't that he didn't wanted, it wasn't that it wasn't going to happen. It just should not be happening.
But it definitely was. His hands loosened on his shoulders dropping away from him completely. He wanted this more than was right and more than he knew how to fight for too long and he wouldn't even if he wasn't quite sure how to given. He was simply stubborn and prideful that way.]
[His choice of words didn't sneak past Merriell's notice. Shouldn't be happening. He'd already given in, and Merriell suspected that one more nudge would prove it.]
Says who. [He backed up a couple of steps, pulling Mr. Sledge along where he sat with the help of the rolling chair and his tie, then used the extra space to climb right into his lap with his legs hanging on either side. One arm was slung around his shoulders, hand anchored on his upper back, the other still keeping balance with the grip on his tie.] If we're the only ones who know about it then it's just you.
[And with that he leaned back in, lips just touching Mr. Sledge's, but spoke instead of kissing him:]
[Sledge felt tension working along his shoulders as the chair was shifted to Merriell's desires and then the man was right on his lap and Sledge felt a wave of heat along with a slightly scandalized feeling. He gave a slight shake of his head, though it was harder to think with Merriell so close.
This shouldn't be happening. They were in his office... at work. Merriell was a man.
But the way his lips grazed against Sledge's as he spoke made him shudder, eyes nearly closing at what seemed to have a powerful affect on him.]
Not here. [It was intended to be a statement but it came out as more of a plea that could easily be denied. Where was his backbone? He hadn't made it where he was by being weak but he felt powerless just then.]
[The words absolutely sounded like a plea, and they only made Merriell chuckle to himself again. How quickly Mr. Sledge's standards and morals fell away: he'd never sleep with a co-worker, at least not this one, and certainly not if they tried to instigate at work, or maybe under those circumstances, but it wouldn't happen at work, please could it not happen at work.
Merriell Shelton could've been a truly evil man if he'd ever found delight in breaking down anyone but people who were repressing themselves for no reason and missing out on all they never knew they wanted because of that. That would've counted as psychological torture, though, and he wasn't some psychopath trying to destroy minds with his strong persuasive abilities, just a man who could see what others wanted as clearly as his own desires.
When they matched up, he switched into a sort of overdrive, which was what Mr. Sledge got to experience now. Not here, he begged, and Merriell just shifted forward to whisper in his ear instead of against his lips.]
You just find your way to trustin' me on this, sir, and it'll be the best time you ever had. I promise you that.
[Another shudder went through Sledge and he knew he'd lost because he didn't have the will to fight the desire that was being awakened in him as the other whispered against his ear. God, never had he been so tempted by anyone or anything. He'd been a good boy all his life, never indulging because this was a burden he bore.
Eventually he'd settle down with a woman and have children and he'd bury the truth so deep that he'd even forget it ever existed but this virtual stranger was stripping him bare to expose the truths he was working on burying.]
[Why? Was he really picking apart motives now? Would this man ever just take what he wanted?
Merriell was more than ready to push things to the next level and beyond without touching Mr. Sledge's question, but it also amused him a little, so he sat back to examine the man's face. He'd entertain this for a brief while.]
Why's a real broad question, you gotta be more clear. Why should you trust me? Why'll it be so good? Why'm I doin' any of this?
[Sledge met the other's eyes for a moment. It was a little easier to breathe now that he wasn't right in his face. He couldn't feel the other's breath on his skin and that was a little relaxing more so than he could've ever imagined.]
Why are you doing this? I wasn't promoting you for favors. I wasn't thinking of you this way.
[The last part was mildly a lie but to himself as well.]
I know it weren't for favours. [In fact, that was so obvious and so far from the reason for Merriell's actions that he sounded outright condescending when he said so.] You were just gettin' me closer. Didn't even rightly know why y'self 'til now, didja? There weren't nothin' wrong in how you got me here, Mr. Sledge, 'cause you never woulda done a thing without me.
[Even at this distance, Merriell still had hold of his boss's tie, enjoying how Mr. Sledge allowed him to use it as a leash even though he could probably jerk it out of Merriell's hands with a good, quick shift of his upper body. He needed to be shown so, so much about why he did what he did and why that was perfectly fine.
For now, Merriell just pulled him a bit closer again, but he still had the dignity of some personal space, as much as he'd ever get while someone was sitting on his lap.]
I'm doin' this 'cause I want you just as bad as you want me. Only difference is I ain't so wrapped up in denial I can barely see it, and I wanna get you unwrapped, too.
[Sledge didn't know quite how to respond. It was so forthright and the fact that Merriell seemed to understand him far better than he allowed himself to understand his own being. It was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least. Why was he letting Merriell control this interaction? He was his subordinate but something in him had had trouble commanding and it'd only gotten worse when he'd taken a hold of that infernal tie.
His eyes met Merriell's again as the distance was shortened slightly.]
My office is hardly the place. [But there was no resolve in that, As surely as the other had a hold of his tie, he had a hold on Sledge too.]
You still ain't really stoppin' me, though. [Merriell's eyes glittered with mischief. He was working entirely on the premise that those half-denials meant something actually interested Mr. Sledge, but on a level he couldn't admit to himself, never mind out loud. Even though he was holding out on this, it still wasn't to the point of an explicit "no," which Merriell had told him would end everything.]
You wanna try it too. Bein' good as you are, I bet there's part of you that wants to be so bad I couldn't even imagine. Why not start here.
[If Mr. Sledge thought the distance between them meant complete safety, he was very wrong, and the hard downward roll of Merriell's hips that followed his words made that very clear.]
[Sledge wanted to argue with him but the words stopped in his throat and he couldn't deny it. It wasn't wrong. He had wanted to be bad but he'd never made any move to do so. He couldn't.
But now Merriell was pushing it on him and all he had to do was accept it, follow his lead. This really was like selling his soul. His parents would've been mortified.]
Fuck.
[Sledge cursed when the other's hips pressed down into his, eyes widening at the shock of the vulgar action and the fact that it felt far too good.]
[There it was. Not even the most token of objections but a shocked exclamation. Merriell shivered when he swore, just in case Mr. Sledge had any lingering doubt in his mind that he really enjoyed the concept of this slow corruption, then pulled his boss in for a kiss more slowly than the first time. He wanted Mr. Sledge to feel every second of his capitulation now that there was no chance of him fighting back.
Even without the violence of the first kiss, Merriell still kissed him with a fierce desire which seemed to confirm his statement that he wanted it just as badly. If this were some kind of long con against Mr. Sledge that Merriell was just setting into motion, he'd have to be the world's greatest actor to suck on his tongue and bite at his lips like he couldn't help himself if he tried.]
[Sledge didn't turn his head this time but submitted to Merriell's
kiss more willingly than before. He'd never kissed a man before Merriell
had taken that first one and god it felt good. Too good. He didnt open up
to the kiss easily, the way Merriell sucked on his tongue sent shivers down
his spine, pleasure pooling in his groin.
He had never imagined anything like this, this intense. His lips
swollen at the attention of his teeth and he wasn't sure he'd done a damned
thing but take it all in. The weight of the other on him was yet another
distraction. Still, the worry of some one walking in on this scene was
gnawing at his mind.]
I should lock the door. [the words were spoken breathlessly against
his lips, feeling feverish as his hands came to Merriell's chest as if to
push him back before he became too lost he couldn't see simplest of reason.]
[It was very obvious that Mr. Sledge was out of his depth, whether from the unrelenting nature of Merriell's kisses or just because he was still having trouble shaking off his worries. However, it was also very obvious that he was loving every single moment; if possible, Merriell thought that he might have wanted it even more than he showed on the outside, what with the way he kept trembling.
Merriell's smile when Mr. Sledge mentioned locking the door was small and subtle, but it was more than enough to cause distinct worry in anyone who saw it, and for good reason.]
I ain't just lettin' you walk away now that I finally got you. [Still... this one allowance was only fair when Mr. Sledge had capitulated on so much, and not giving him this could destroy the whole thing if, heaven forbid, someone did interrupt.
So he climbed off his boss's lap, turned the chair around to face the door, but kept his grip on the tie so that the back loop encircled Mr. Sledge's throat and he kept the end like a leash. That was how he'd keep him from getting away.]
[Sledge stared at him when he slid off his lap, still holding the
tie and it was finally truly clear to him exactly how it was being used.
This was filthy and so wrong. But he knew he liked it, far more than he
should have. Something truly was wrong with him.
Sledge got up, feeling the tie shift ever so slightly with each
movement. He couldn't get away and locking the door was a courtesy
his subordinate was allowing him. He was well aware of the fact and he
didn't want to get away but quickly get the door locked, feeling safer when
it was. At least no one else could possibly bear witness.]
Thank you. [Shit. Why was he saying that?] Do you do this
often? [His habit of questioning things was unchangeable.]
Merriell's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. He actually looked giddy. Because not only was this working, but Mr. Sledge was taking to it like a fish to water. The thought reminded him of something he should correct before they went too much farther, but he'd answer the question first.]
You gotta learn to be more specific. I'm doin' an awful lot here, ain't I? [He didn't laugh so much as giggle, still strangely ecstatic, and with their new set up he decided to press himself against Mr. Sledge's back instead of moving in front of him again; he pulled the tie taut enough to keep him in place with just a hint of discomfort, then leaned forward until their cheeks were pressed together.] I always take charge. If that answers your question.
What's your first name, Mr. Sledge? [He tacked that on casually, but if his boss really did have a good understanding of what was going on here, he'd probably know why. And be smart enough to answer.]
[Sledge inhaled sharply as he felt Merriell pressing against his back. Instinct made him want to pull away, create some form of distance or at least place himself face to face with him again but he couldn't. The tie was pressed tight against his throat with the clear command to stay and he did.] Close enough. [There was more to what he had meant but he decided that he didn't care to ask, didn't care to word anything so specifically just then. It was uncomfortable enough as it was.]
Eugene. [Sledge answered, pressing his lips together and he was quite certain that was probably the last Mr. Sledge he would be hearing for a while now.]
[Merriell repeated it slowly, rolling the name around on his tongue. It suited him: cute, a little nerdy, very Southern but not in a hayseed way. Perfect name.]
Well, Eugene, you can call me Mr. Shelton or Sir 'til we're done here. Whatever you like better. [Eugene's body was so tense against Merriell's, every muscle coiled tight. He had the strong but not unpleasant aroma of a very clean and well-groomed man who was still sweating profusely about him. Fear and excitement made one hell of a nervous cocktail.
He slid his head down from its position level with Eugene's to press his nose against Eugene's slender neck, kissing under and around his jaw since the actual skin of his throat was covered by the tie. They were soft, dry, almost soothing kisses, and mostly meant to draw Eugene's attention away from the fact that Merriell was reaching around his body until the moment when he cupped a hand over Eugene's crotch.]
[Sledge's eyes widened just slightly. The instructions still managed to surprise him even if they shouldn't have. Clearly Merriell was aiming to be in control, in charge and words, title had power in this world. Sledge knew that as well as anyone. He clenched his jaw briefly, his pride rebelling against the situation he found himself in but another part of him pushed back, wanting this, something awakened by Merriell.] Okay. [An agreement to the demand that hadn't left him room to deny in the first place. It was pride that forced him to make it seem as if there was a choice.
His eyes shut as he felt Merriell's lips pressing to his jaw, a simple pleasure drawing all of his attention. The slight of hand, or lips, had worked and Sledge stiffened again when he felt Merriell's hand over his crotch, Merriell finding the evidence of how this interaction was affecting him, his cock half hard, hips pressing forward slightly, instinctively to the touch.]
You meant "yessir," didn't you? 'Course you did, you're still learnin'. Just get it right next time.
[He'd never had so much fun in his life. What he'd said to Eugene was true - he was pretty much always the dominant partner in sexual situations - but never to this extreme, and never with someone who pushed back even with the ways he gave in. Merriell wanted to shame (and eventually fuck) Eugene harder every time he asserted himself even the tiniest bit, which was why things like the tie-collar and demanding not just titles but yessir kept happening.
This was a beautifully symbiotic relationship in that way. Eugene just kept inspiring him to make it better.]
Look what you got waitin' here for me, ain't that thoughtful. [He closed his fingers more tightly around Eugene's length and started to move his hand in slow, lazy strokes, nudging the first stage of his own erection into the cleft of Eugene's ass and rolling his hips with the same easy rhythm so that Eugene could feel every second of him getting hard.] And still got growin' to do, too. I can't decide how I wanna use it first.
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Date: 2016-09-14 09:56 am (UTC)He'd drag Merriell all the way up here to have him closer but not come near him: admirable, it its own way, but it couldn't be allowed to stand. Not while Merriell had the same craving, because he indulged his every whim and that was going to include the man seated in front of him.]
With all due respect, sir - [He took hold of Mr. Sledge's tie in one hand and pulled it free from his blazer, smoothing his thumb against the grain of the silky fabric, his hold very slack but still managing to make it plain that he now had physical leverage against the man.] - I'm gettin' to the point. One of us had to.
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Date: 2016-09-14 10:16 am (UTC)Suddenly, Sledge knew that that tie was merely a physical representation of something quite bigger. Merriell held the cards. Somewhere he'd sold his soul to the devil and now he'd come to collect. Was the promotions it? Is that how he'd signed it away?]
This is unacceptable. [He tried to keep his voice calm, but despite his words he wasn't trying to regain physical control of the situation. And god had the situation gotten out of control and much too sexual for anything appropriate for the office at all.]
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Date: 2016-09-14 10:30 am (UTC)When he looked up again, Mr. Sledge's failure was written all over Merriell's face. Anything that happened until then was just a waiting game.]
Oh, you're in trouble if that's the only argument you got left.
[And then he finally pounced, yanking the tie up and toward him hard so that Mr. Sledge's head jerked forward and their mouths collided. Merriell's lips were soft enough to cushion the blow without their teeth knocking together, though, and he waited until they had before opening his mouth and licking aggressively at Mr. Sledge's lips.]
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Date: 2016-09-14 10:37 am (UTC)Sledge wasn't a barbarian he believed in equal rights, for everyone but... that didn't seem to extend to himself at all. When their eyes met again he knew it was over even before Merriell spoke.
He really had lost his soul without even knowing it.
Their lips collided and his parted in shock shortly after the initial contact and the other's tongue was against his mouth. There was no buffer no warm up and he groaned quietly, reaching up to grip the other's shoulders, turning his head to the side which he felt the tie tugging at him reminding him of the position he now found himself in.]
You're insane.
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Date: 2016-09-14 11:13 am (UTC)He'd had it from the day they first met on the factory floor. From the second Merriell looked up and caught a skinny young man with neat coppery-brown hair and a slick suit looking back. Instant attraction. Merriell couldn't believe he'd fight with nothing but himself so damn hard.
He gave a little tug on the tie, but just trying to get his attention back this time, not hard enough to shift the position of Mr. Sledge's head.]
You're makin' this harder than it has to be. [His gaze flicked down to one shoulder and then back up, mouth quirking in faint amusement.] And still hangin' on to me like there's a sheer drop under your desk.
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Date: 2016-09-14 11:19 am (UTC)This shouldn't be happening. [Sledge said, turning to face him again. His words chosen honestly. It wasn't that he didn't wanted, it wasn't that it wasn't going to happen. It just should not be happening.
But it definitely was. His hands loosened on his shoulders dropping away from him completely. He wanted this more than was right and more than he knew how to fight for too long and he wouldn't even if he wasn't quite sure how to given. He was simply stubborn and prideful that way.]
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Date: 2016-09-14 11:40 am (UTC)Says who. [He backed up a couple of steps, pulling Mr. Sledge along where he sat with the help of the rolling chair and his tie, then used the extra space to climb right into his lap with his legs hanging on either side. One arm was slung around his shoulders, hand anchored on his upper back, the other still keeping balance with the grip on his tie.] If we're the only ones who know about it then it's just you.
[And with that he leaned back in, lips just touching Mr. Sledge's, but spoke instead of kissing him:]
Go on and tell me "no."
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Date: 2016-09-14 08:47 pm (UTC)This shouldn't be happening. They were in his office... at work. Merriell was a man.
But the way his lips grazed against Sledge's as he spoke made him shudder, eyes nearly closing at what seemed to have a powerful affect on him.]
Not here. [It was intended to be a statement but it came out as more of a plea that could easily be denied. Where was his backbone? He hadn't made it where he was by being weak but he felt powerless just then.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 01:19 am (UTC)Merriell Shelton could've been a truly evil man if he'd ever found delight in breaking down anyone but people who were repressing themselves for no reason and missing out on all they never knew they wanted because of that. That would've counted as psychological torture, though, and he wasn't some psychopath trying to destroy minds with his strong persuasive abilities, just a man who could see what others wanted as clearly as his own desires.
When they matched up, he switched into a sort of overdrive, which was what Mr. Sledge got to experience now. Not here, he begged, and Merriell just shifted forward to whisper in his ear instead of against his lips.]
You just find your way to trustin' me on this, sir, and it'll be the best time you ever had. I promise you that.
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Date: 2016-09-15 01:34 am (UTC)Eventually he'd settle down with a woman and have children and he'd bury the truth so deep that he'd even forget it ever existed but this virtual stranger was stripping him bare to expose the truths he was working on burying.]
Why?
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Date: 2016-09-15 01:39 am (UTC)Merriell was more than ready to push things to the next level and beyond without touching Mr. Sledge's question, but it also amused him a little, so he sat back to examine the man's face. He'd entertain this for a brief while.]
Why's a real broad question, you gotta be more clear. Why should you trust me? Why'll it be so good? Why'm I doin' any of this?
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Date: 2016-09-15 01:49 am (UTC)Why are you doing this? I wasn't promoting you for favors. I wasn't thinking of you this way.
[The last part was mildly a lie but to himself as well.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 02:07 am (UTC)[Even at this distance, Merriell still had hold of his boss's tie, enjoying how Mr. Sledge allowed him to use it as a leash even though he could probably jerk it out of Merriell's hands with a good, quick shift of his upper body. He needed to be shown so, so much about why he did what he did and why that was perfectly fine.
For now, Merriell just pulled him a bit closer again, but he still had the dignity of some personal space, as much as he'd ever get while someone was sitting on his lap.]
I'm doin' this 'cause I want you just as bad as you want me. Only difference is I ain't so wrapped up in denial I can barely see it, and I wanna get you unwrapped, too.
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Date: 2016-09-15 02:15 am (UTC)His eyes met Merriell's again as the distance was shortened slightly.]
My office is hardly the place. [But there was no resolve in that, As surely as the other had a hold of his tie, he had a hold on Sledge too.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 02:31 am (UTC)You wanna try it too. Bein' good as you are, I bet there's part of you that wants to be so bad I couldn't even imagine. Why not start here.
[If Mr. Sledge thought the distance between them meant complete safety, he was very wrong, and the hard downward roll of Merriell's hips that followed his words made that very clear.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 03:25 am (UTC)But now Merriell was pushing it on him and all he had to do was accept it, follow his lead. This really was like selling his soul. His parents would've been mortified.]
Fuck.
[Sledge cursed when the other's hips pressed down into his, eyes widening at the shock of the vulgar action and the fact that it felt far too good.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 03:53 am (UTC)Even without the violence of the first kiss, Merriell still kissed him with a fierce desire which seemed to confirm his statement that he wanted it just as badly. If this were some kind of long con against Mr. Sledge that Merriell was just setting into motion, he'd have to be the world's greatest actor to suck on his tongue and bite at his lips like he couldn't help himself if he tried.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 04:14 am (UTC)[Sledge didn't turn his head this time but submitted to Merriell's kiss more willingly than before. He'd never kissed a man before Merriell had taken that first one and god it felt good. Too good. He didnt open up to the kiss easily, the way Merriell sucked on his tongue sent shivers down his spine, pleasure pooling in his groin.
He had never imagined anything like this, this intense. His lips swollen at the attention of his teeth and he wasn't sure he'd done a damned thing but take it all in. The weight of the other on him was yet another distraction. Still, the worry of some one walking in on this scene was gnawing at his mind.]
I should lock the door. [the words were spoken breathlessly against his lips, feeling feverish as his hands came to Merriell's chest as if to push him back before he became too lost he couldn't see simplest of reason.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 04:59 am (UTC)Merriell's smile when Mr. Sledge mentioned locking the door was small and subtle, but it was more than enough to cause distinct worry in anyone who saw it, and for good reason.]
I ain't just lettin' you walk away now that I finally got you. [Still... this one allowance was only fair when Mr. Sledge had capitulated on so much, and not giving him this could destroy the whole thing if, heaven forbid, someone did interrupt.
So he climbed off his boss's lap, turned the chair around to face the door, but kept his grip on the tie so that the back loop encircled Mr. Sledge's throat and he kept the end like a leash. That was how he'd keep him from getting away.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 05:19 am (UTC)[Sledge stared at him when he slid off his lap, still holding the tie and it was finally truly clear to him exactly how it was being used. This was filthy and so wrong. But he knew he liked it, far more than he should have. Something truly was wrong with him.
Sledge got up, feeling the tie shift ever so slightly with each movement. He couldn't get away and locking the door was a courtesy his subordinate was allowing him. He was well aware of the fact and he didn't want to get away but quickly get the door locked, feeling safer when it was. At least no one else could possibly bear witness.]
Thank you. [Shit. Why was he saying that?] Do you do this often? [His habit of questioning things was unchangeable.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 05:37 am (UTC)Merriell's face lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. He actually looked giddy. Because not only was this working, but Mr. Sledge was taking to it like a fish to water. The thought reminded him of something he should correct before they went too much farther, but he'd answer the question first.]
You gotta learn to be more specific. I'm doin' an awful lot here, ain't I? [He didn't laugh so much as giggle, still strangely ecstatic, and with their new set up he decided to press himself against Mr. Sledge's back instead of moving in front of him again; he pulled the tie taut enough to keep him in place with just a hint of discomfort, then leaned forward until their cheeks were pressed together.] I always take charge. If that answers your question.
What's your first name, Mr. Sledge? [He tacked that on casually, but if his boss really did have a good understanding of what was going on here, he'd probably know why. And be smart enough to answer.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 06:51 am (UTC)Eugene. [Sledge answered, pressing his lips together and he was quite certain that was probably the last Mr. Sledge he would be hearing for a while now.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 07:33 am (UTC)[Merriell repeated it slowly, rolling the name around on his tongue. It suited him: cute, a little nerdy, very Southern but not in a hayseed way. Perfect name.]
Well, Eugene, you can call me Mr. Shelton or Sir 'til we're done here. Whatever you like better. [Eugene's body was so tense against Merriell's, every muscle coiled tight. He had the strong but not unpleasant aroma of a very clean and well-groomed man who was still sweating profusely about him. Fear and excitement made one hell of a nervous cocktail.
He slid his head down from its position level with Eugene's to press his nose against Eugene's slender neck, kissing under and around his jaw since the actual skin of his throat was covered by the tie. They were soft, dry, almost soothing kisses, and mostly meant to draw Eugene's attention away from the fact that Merriell was reaching around his body until the moment when he cupped a hand over Eugene's crotch.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 07:42 am (UTC)His eyes shut as he felt Merriell's lips pressing to his jaw, a simple pleasure drawing all of his attention. The slight of hand, or lips, had worked and Sledge stiffened again when he felt Merriell's hand over his crotch, Merriell finding the evidence of how this interaction was affecting him, his cock half hard, hips pressing forward slightly, instinctively to the touch.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 07:58 am (UTC)[He'd never had so much fun in his life. What he'd said to Eugene was true - he was pretty much always the dominant partner in sexual situations - but never to this extreme, and never with someone who pushed back even with the ways he gave in. Merriell wanted to shame (and eventually fuck) Eugene harder every time he asserted himself even the tiniest bit, which was why things like the tie-collar and demanding not just titles but yessir kept happening.
This was a beautifully symbiotic relationship in that way. Eugene just kept inspiring him to make it better.]
Look what you got waitin' here for me, ain't that thoughtful. [He closed his fingers more tightly around Eugene's length and started to move his hand in slow, lazy strokes, nudging the first stage of his own erection into the cleft of Eugene's ass and rolling his hips with the same easy rhythm so that Eugene could feel every second of him getting hard.] And still got growin' to do, too. I can't decide how I wanna use it first.
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