[Eugene had let go of his lip when the other pulled away from him. All he wanted was to drag that delicious mouth to his cock, finish what'd been started. He'd never felt anything like that before but he'd said he could take both and he would. His pride wouldn't let him give into it even if he had a feeling Merriell would take some satisfaction in it.
His eyes followed Merriell as he got in too close again, unsettling Eugene. He winced was the othe'rs thumb pressed against the tender wound. His eyes widened as he started sucking his lip, feeling his tongue against that wound and a strangled moan sounded in his throat. Fingers reached up to grab his arm but what was he trying to do, push him away? Pull him closer? He didn't know anymore.
God his cock was aching for the final attention it needed, leaking between his legs and he was moaning over Merriell sucking his lip. God, what had he turned into?]
[Whatever he'd turned into, it was even fucking sexier than Merriell had known was possible when he'd planned this day. Yes, it was playing out somewhat like he expected, but only in that he'd known he would have Mr. Sledge - Eugene - one way or another.
It just so happened that he was getting Eugene in all the best ways possible: keyed up, eager, nearly desperate, and absolute putty in his hands.
Merriell broke his focus on Eugene's split lip to kiss him more thoroughly as he pulled something out of his slacks pocket, then quickly shoved them and his underwear to the floor as well. Slammed down on the desk beside Eugene were a single-use packet of lube and a condom, but Merriell left them there for the time being, because he still had something else important to do that would take both hands.
He pulled back, giving Eugene a quick look filled with his own desperate need, then grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face the desk. One hand on the back of his head, one on his hip, he bent Eugene in the middle and slammed his face against the surface of the desk more than hard enough to bruise. He was going to come out of here looking like he'd gone several rounds with Merriell in a different way. Then, once he was in position, he moved the hand on Eugene's hip to between his shoulderblades and once again grabbed onto his tie; the way he jerked it both up and toward himself lifted Eugene's head off the desk again and pressed hard against his windpipe.]
[Eugene hadn't expected his day to go like this. He hadn't expected the moment that Merriell started coming onto him that he would end up so desperate for it, humiliated and thoroughly at Merriell's mercy -- but loving every moment of it. His body craving it, craving Merriell in a way that seemed to defy logic and certainly his sense of morality.
The kiss had done little to calm that torment inside of him, though his lip was throbbing by the time they had stopped kissing though he was sure the bleeding was lessened at least until it was bitten or otherwise irritated again. Which, seeing the items Merriell pulled out and put on the desk and then quickly given the sight of the other man's cock he had a feeling he'd be biting hard soon enough and he couldn't explain why that sent a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck.
He didn't have much time to dwell because Merriell had other plans for him and he was now fully submitted, not resisting when he grabbed him, maneuvering him until he was painfully slammed down against the desk, bent at the middle. A groan escaped him, the pain blossoming from his cheek and he sucked in a harsh breath. It was hardly over for him as he felt the weight of Merriell's hand against the back.
Another sound escaped Eugene, though this was more of a pained cry than a groan as he was jerked roughly by the tie, his head lifted, a strangled sound following as the tie pressed painfully against his throat, not choking him yet but restricting his breathing enough that he worried about it doing more.]
Sir... [His hand reached to try and loosen the tie instinctively. With that going on he didn't even have time to panic about what else was certainly about to happen with a man he barely knew. A man, and he wanted it so badly. Would God ever forgive him? He wasn't sure. Did he even want that forgiveness?]
You sound scared, Eugene. [The smile audible in his voice when he spoke, Merriell slowly eased up on the tie before letting it go completely; his pressure on Eugene's back was better for keeping the man in place, and he had need of his other hand now.] I ain't gonna hurt you too bad. But I bet you ain't never done this part before, neither, have you?
[He tore the packet of lube open with his teeth and covered his index and middle fingers with a generous amount, then slipped the tip of his middle finger into the cleft of Eugene's ass and pressed it right against his entrance.]
Maybe you knew enough to figure this was how it'd go. Didja? I can't decide if you'd do all kindsa research or get down on your knees and beg forgiveness just for thinkin' 'bout it. Not that there ain't room for both when you and God don't see eye to eye. [He pushed just a bit harder, opening the ring of muscle but not sliding his finger right inside yet.] Listen to me, I lost the point completely. Point is, you the one gonna decide if this part hurts or not. Trust me on that. You don't want it to hurt, then don't clench up. Got it?
[Eugene took a deeper breath when the tie was eased and then completely released and no longer pressing against his windpipe. He knew he was certainly going to have a bruise there. It wouldn't be the only one, his cheek was throbbing where he'd been slammed down against the desk too.
His eyes closed as the other spoke and he knew there was only one part he could really be talking about although he'd never done any part of this.] I've never done any of this, Sir.
[He tensed his body jerking away instinctively when he felt his finger against his entrance. Merriell's hand kept him firmly in place and maybe he could have gotten out of it if he'd tried, he wasn't an unskilled fighter by any means but he didn't try. His words felt far too personal, like he knew him at least as well as he knew himself. He pressed his lips together focusing in on the pain as he did, not the way his thighs trembled or that ring of muscle quivered slightly. His length was achingly hard and he knew he wanted it even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.]
Sir... [But there was no plea he could think of that would even begin to sway Merriell. He obviously had no regard for what was right by God or society.]
[It wasn't like Merriell hadn't struggled with who and what he was when he'd first realized it; he knew that experience plenty well, but from both sides, since he'd manage to find a place of freedom where none of those outside judgments mattered anymore. He had his own moral code, much as Eugene might have been surprised to hear that, and it kept him in line as much as he needed.
Where did this fit into the code? Well... this was an extreme circumstance.]
What's that, Eugene? You got somethin' to say?
[He only stopped because he could feel how violently Eugene was shaking, could hear a slightly shrill note in his voice. The whole point of doing this was that Eugene wanted it, all of it - Merriell wasn't here to force sex on anyone, just create the perfect illusion of being forced for his beautiful boss, who wouldn't allow himself this unless he could convince himself it had been taken from him.
So. That being the case, he wanted to make absolutely sure he hadn't misread the situation when it came to this final step.]
Yes or no? [He could've just been trying to prod an answer to his question out of Eugene, but his tone didn't suggest that: it was softer, more careful, with a serious weight behind the words. No really would mean no if Eugene chose to say it.]
[Eugene didn't say anything to the first questions. He still couldn't think of anything. He didn't want him to stop. Not really. But his misguided sense of what was right and wrong was being battled each step of the way with Merriell. It was hard to just ignore it and all of the self loathing he'd felt for years as brimming to the surface but he didn't dare let that show, not in front of this man.
The next question was softer and Eugene knew what it meant. He knew he should say no and let this be done with, go back to being a good man and pretend this never happened that he'd never felt the pleasure of Merriell's mouth or that desire that'd been stirred. He didn't want to say no. Not to Merriell. It felt too right even though he knew it was wrong.]
Yes. [Eugene answered, closing his eyes. He'd had his way out and he'd chosen to sin instead. Everyone he cared about would be ashamed of him for this weakness if they ever knew.]
[Something heavier than desire blanketed the air around them when Eugene finally answered, and Merriell wasn't sure if it was new, or if he was only feeling it just now. Either way, he was now very much aware of the struggle within Eugene, the one he certainly hadn't created but had awakened and forced him to face in a way that some might call cruel.
He had his motives. This new awareness wasn't guilt by any stretch of the imagination. The sensation that came with it was definitely weight, though, and it wasn't all that pleasant.
Pursing his lips with annoyance, he shrugged off the feeling and concentrated on preparing Eugene carefully but quickly, before that suffocating awareness could choke all the desire out of the room. One finger and then another, stretching him from within, his breath audibly labored with the effort needed to keep himself from fucking Eugene as he was. He'd be tight enough to hurt both of them right now but Merriell was just horny enough not to mind the notion.]
Y'alright down there? [He couldn't make it sound as mocking as he'd intended.] I mean it. You stay loose and this'll feel a lot better.
[Eugene closed his eyes as he felt the other's finger pressing inside of him, knowing that his muscles were still more tense than they should be but he was tense. It was hard to relax and accept it when his mind was racing on how wrong it was and all the reprocussions for this. He'd abstained for so long and all it'd taken was someone pushing him like this so directly, allowing the illusion for him that he had no control and he'd give in and submit.
He bit down on his lip, hardly caring that it was already split open and doing so would just make it worse, it gave him something to ground himself with to keep from panicking over what he was doing, what he wanted. Because he did want this, he wanted Merriell, he'd wanted him from the first moment he saw him. But he'd never intended to ever have him.]
Yes, sir. [he answered, a shuddered breath following. Maybe it was good that he couldn't quite relax, maybe if it didn't feel so good then this transgression wouldn't be so unforgivable. That was fool's logic and Eugene knew it but he couldn't help but leave the idea to mull over in his mind. The fingers didn't hurt really, discomfort, pressure, a little bit of a sting but no worse than the pain he was inflicting on himself by biting his lip.]
[He wasn't relaxing much at all, but Merriell couldn't keep this up forever. When he thought he'd done what he could, all that he could, he pulled his fingers free and got the condom open with his teeth and that one hand. It was impressive how much he could do one-handed, actually, considering how slick it now was, but there were a lot of explanations for such dexterity. Not all of them had to involve having done something exactly like this before.
Once the condom was on and he'd slicked up his length as well, he positioned himself at Eugene's entrance, then took advantage of having both hands free to reach around and grab Eugene's cock. Three things happened almost exactly at once, creating a blur of sensation for Eugene that would probably make the discomfort difficult to single out: Merriell slid the hand on Eugene's back almost tenderly up his neck to the side and back of his head to pin him down from there instead, started to stroke Eugene's cock with his still-lubed hand, and pushed inside him.]
Oh fuck, Sledge - [He'd never called his boss that before. Eugene and Mr. Sledge, yes, but never just Sledge. It came out almost pained, a shudder moving outward from that point of contact through his whole body like ripples on a pond.] You're - so fuckin' tight, you gotta let go -
[Eugene knew what was about to happen and he wasn't sure exactly what he was expecting but there was suddenly an overload of sensation for him to attempt to process, the other's hand sliding upward, pinning his head down and leaving an aftermath of warmth where he'd touched. Pleasure erupted where the other's hand had found his still hard cock, stroking him even as he felt the pressure of Merriell pressing against his entrance until he slid in.
There was a groan, and he couldn't have even been sure what kind it was with the mix of feelings, pain, pleasure, discomfort, excitement far too many to pin point into one direction even.]
You say that like it's so easy... [Eugene whispered and he wasn't sure if he was talking about just how tight his muscles were or the bigger picture.]
[The reminder didn't sound as arrogant as it could have, and probably would have earlier. He didn't honestly care if Eugene called him "sir" anymore, except that his boss's nerves were clearly fraying and he didn't want them giving out yet. Pleasure would do some of the work, but if he kept the structure of their little scene in mind and once again gave up the control Merriell had briefly handed to him in a misguided moment of softness, this would be easier on him.
Merriell hadn't meant for any of this to be so hard on him. Clearly he'd misjudged just how deep Mr. Sledge's aversion to his own nature ran, and how much he fought against it, simply because his attraction had so easily risen to the surface whenever he was in Merriell's presence.
But he couldn't think about that now. Even if things were finally going beyond what he'd expected and planned for, he was continuing on. He flexed and relaxed the fingers tangled up in Eugene's hair as he slid in further, more of a reflexive movement than any conscious attempt to soothe him, and kept the other hand stroking even once he was completely inside Eugene and stopping to catch his breath. Now the fingers in his hair started to move in lazy circles, and maybe that was affectionate, but he still didn't realize what he was doing.]
It ain't easy, but it'll be worth it. [No clearer how many layers were intended in his statement.] And you're up to it.
Sir. [Eugene echoed when the other reminded him and he wasn't sure why it was grounding. It should've been humiliating, it was humiliating but he clung to it all the same like it was a lifeline.
He'd spend so much of his life denying himself being with a man, touching another man, kissing much less experiencing one's mouth in other ways and certainly he had never thought that he'd ever let another man fuck him but they were there and Merriell was deep inside of him. Eugene had let that happen, he could argue that he'd been coerced but he'd been given an out more than enough times and he hadn't wanted to take it.
The other's fingers in his hair helped him relax whether that was what they were meaning to do, just a little. Each movement of Merriell's cock threatened to cause him to tense again but the hum of pleasure his body was feeling from being jerked off kept it from being overwhelming. Was Merriell doing that on purpose? He had to be. Why?]
Sir..How did you know I was... [gay? There were words that he'd use to describe himself in the self loathing that he had instead but he settled for that mentally and even so didn't say it out loud.] How do you know I'm up to it or that it'd be worth it?
[Everything that wasn't deliberate about Merriell's movements was still instinctually geared to making this easier, as much as he'd come on like he wanted to fuck Eugene hard and bloody when it all started. Something rougher and more impetuous, or at least less deliberate, would've been the perfect cap on the scene, but only for him. And this wasn't entirely about him.
With Eugene's face still turned to one side so that his head could be pressed hard to the desk's surface, it was possible for him to see Merriell's expression, and Merriell sort of wished that wasn't true; the place where Eugene paused made it all too clear what he'd meant to say, and the readjustment of words didn't help much with how raw the question was. Something more challenging could've been joked off, but not this.]
Your eyes're too honest. [Merriell was actually trying to smile, but his expression ended up strangely apologetic in spite of that, because he knew his response was jut as raw. Not wanting to give up anymore, he finally released his grip on Eugene's head and pulled him up flush against his chest instead, picking up the pace of his thrusts and the steady jerking of his hand. Both hands being occupied, he grabbed the tie and tugged it looser with his teeth so that he could kiss and lick at Eugene's neck, his tongue once again soothing where the skin was chafed.]
[Eugene looked at him from his spot pinned on the desk, there wasn't a lot of movement he could do in this position at least without hurting himself further. He regretted asking the question as soon as it was out but he couldn't look away from Merriell even though it made the fact that he was inside of him even more real.
The answer was... not what'd he'd expected. Any other answer might have been able to be brushed off but his eyes it made it uncomfortably real and honest. He swallowed parting his lips to say something, anything but Merriell didn't really give him much of a chance.
With his head free he didn't have to look at Merriell and wonder about that... whatever it was that he'd seen on his face or whatever it was that it made him feel. He could ignore it, close his eyes as his back pressed against the other's chest.
The thrusts inside of him started to feel good. It was subtle and maybe it was just because the way the other was stroking him was pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm.]
Fuck. [He cursed, biting back a moan when the other's mouth turned it's attention to his neck. Even with all the other sensations the way his tongue felt against the sore skin sent a skittering of pleasure throughout him despite all logic. He couldn't touch him. It's not that his hands were restrained but that he couldn't let go enough to reach up or reach back but god he wanted to but it would be less that this was done to him and more prominent in his mind that he was an active participant -- and he was -- but he could fool himself like this.]
Sir, I'm close. [He whispered, his hips pressing toward the other's hand.]
[Merriell could feel that Eugene was close in the way his hips were jerking back and forth, caught between thrusts and strokes that must have made him feel as though he were trapped in a vise of sensation, so his declaration didn't come as too much of a surprise. For a moment, Merriell entertained the idea of withholding Eugene's orgasm to make the eventual climax even more powerful, but the strange emotional energy that had settled around them made that unwise. This had become much more than a fantasy or an act.
Besides, Merriell was getting close too, certainly close enough that he wouldn't take much longer once he'd experienced the sights and sounds of Eugene coming from his first time with a man. He could've held out under different circumstances, changed his pace or distracted himself to draw it out longer, but - again, he didn't trust Eugene not to crumble in the middle of the act anymore. And that wasn't what he was meant to take from it whatsoever.]
Good. You earned this. [The whisper against Eugene's ear was less seductive this time, more a kind of gentle support.] Go on, Eugene. Show me how good I made you feel.
[The way Merriell whispered in his ear was different than any of the previous whispers or words they'd exchanged. It made him feel secure and anchored to him -- that he didn't know if he liked or not.
But he couldn't hold back anymore, the words urging just as much as Merriell's voice. As his orgasm hit, his muscles tensed, spasming around the other as he came over Merriell's hand and thank god his mind was blanked out and he couldn't think of the mess that might be on his desk or the floor... or both.
His teeth had pressed down against his already split lip to muffle the moan of pleasure. The climax had been far more intense than anything he'd felt before and he couldn't seem to focus on anything at all, no words no feelings just the pleasure that was still firing through his body though less intense.]
[Oh god, it was good. Again, Merriell could just feel that it was good in how Eugene's body responded, the complete lack of restraint and the shudders that kept hitting him again and again. His grip careful and mindful so that he wouldn't overstimulate Eugene's cock and push him into too much pain, he drew every possible second of pleasure out of his orgasm, then grabbed him by both hips and slammed into him just a handful of times before coming himself.
His reaction was not as massive as Eugene's, of course, but he did bury his face in the man's neck to stifle the sounds he was longing to release. As he slowly regained his breath, he shifted his hands once more to cradle Eugene's body against his, supporting him in the event that any part of his legs should go weak.
This was it, then. The part that he could hide in was done. Now he'd get to face the reality, and Merriell didn't feel like he could just walk away for that and say it was his to work out for himself. Face now pressed against his hair, Merriell waited quietly.]
[After the orgasm, the pleasure left a haze on him that carried him through the rest of the act, more vaguely aware of Merriell finishing inside of him. He could think more clearly as he left his weight toward the desk, breathing heavy.
He could the other pressed against the back of his hair and he closed his eyes tightly the reality of what had just happened rushing in and god. What had he done? He sucked in his bottom lip, feeling it bleeding again for a few seconds as he tried to find words anything aside from the shame and flood of emotions that came with realizing what he had repressed for so long had been forced to the surface like this.
There was no doubt that he'd been willing and that he hadn't enjoyed a good deal of it but he'd let the other take him and he could just hear the comments about that in his head that people could make. What was worse was the feeling that he'd betrayed everything he'd always held himself accountable for, broken every standard and spit in God's face.]
You're done right? [he forced the words out, thicker than he would have wanted but he needed him to go before he fell apart because he was sure that he would.]
That was fucking cold. Even if he could tell from the sound of Eugene's voice that the words were meant to cover rather than convey emotion, it was still cold enough to shock him because they turned the situation around and took it at face value. Suddenly Merriell had to re-evaluate everything he'd done to be sure, at least in his own mind, that he hadn't misjudged any of Eugene's cues.
But he hadn't. He knew that. Still, did that mean he'd had any right to push the envelope like this and force Eugene into an epiphany?
The whole situation was fucking with him way more than he'd ever imagined, but he just ignored the cacophony in his head as he released his hold on Eugene and pulled out, stepping back and pulling up his pants.]
Yeah. I'm done. [His words were equally cold, but he didn't sound any more convincing than Eugene had, especially when he followed that with:] You okay?
[Eugene winced as the other pulled out, feeling shaky though he couldn't tell why as he pushed himself up, making a quick move to get his pants back on and cover the shame and evidence of what had passed between them.
Was he okay?
No.]
Yeah.
[But he didn't look at Merriell as he tried to straighten up his appearance, deep breaths to keep calm. Would everyone in the office realize what had just happened? Would everyone be able to see right through him and know he what he was? He'd never been honest with himself and the rapid shot from 0 to 100 had him reeling.]
[As he watched Eugene try to get himself back to how he'd looked before any of this happened, Merriell suddenly found that he could see all of the little discolorations he'd inflicted or caused with disturbing clarity. The red, raw half-circle around the front of Eugene's neck, which was the hardest to explain but, thankfully, disappeared once he'd straightened his collar and tie. The bruise blossoming across his cheekbone. The split lip.
Was it because Eugene's skin was so fair and flawless, or was this guilt creeping in? Did he really look like a Walking Dead extra in anyone's eyes but Merriell's?]
Looks like you got in a fistfight. Probably ain't that regular working in an office but I doubt it's unheard of, neither.
[Why was Merriell still there? To taunt him? Eugene didn't really understand it but even after everything he couldn't find himself to be as rude as he wanted to be. He finished straightening himself and then set to work on making sure the same was done for his desk, not answering the other straight away.]
Why are you still here? You got what you wanted, didn't you?
[He finally spoke, finally turning his eyes to Merriell. He couldn't explain how he felt, equal parts confused and angry and something else. There had been something to Merriell that had felt more than right and that there was that voice inside saying he wanted more but he couldn't accept that.
And with the way that he looked he was going to have to wait until well into the evening to leave so that no one would see him.
He could have fired him, even used the fist fight explanation but he didn't.]
Don't do that. Don't fucking do that. [He was still here because he didn't think Eugene was okay at all and that mattered to him, which meant that he shouldn't turn on a dime at any of those harsh words and let himself get angry.
It sure got too late for that in a hurry. But he was not going to stand here and be treated like he'd taken advantage when he'd given Eugene lots of chances to stop what they'd done.]
[Eugene rubbed his face because he'd only been saying the things he was to try and get Merriell to leave and he was still fucking there with seemingly no intention to leave Eugene alone to sort this all out for himself.]
Do you think it's been easy to live right and do all the right things when I know deep inside what I am? And you just come in here and ... That's what you wanted, right? To see me give in to you, for you to feel proven right? Guess we'll both go to hell now.
[There was little anger actually meant for Merriell, more so self-loathing that seeped into his words. He sat in his chair again, closing his eyes because sitting just now was a reminder of what had just happened. He pressed his fingers to his temple.] Isn't that enough for you? Why you still here, Merriell Shelton?
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Date: 2016-09-16 07:56 pm (UTC)His eyes followed Merriell as he got in too close again, unsettling Eugene. He winced was the othe'rs thumb pressed against the tender wound. His eyes widened as he started sucking his lip, feeling his tongue against that wound and a strangled moan sounded in his throat. Fingers reached up to grab his arm but what was he trying to do, push him away? Pull him closer? He didn't know anymore.
God his cock was aching for the final attention it needed, leaking between his legs and he was moaning over Merriell sucking his lip. God, what had he turned into?]
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Date: 2016-09-17 03:02 am (UTC)It just so happened that he was getting Eugene in all the best ways possible: keyed up, eager, nearly desperate, and absolute putty in his hands.
Merriell broke his focus on Eugene's split lip to kiss him more thoroughly as he pulled something out of his slacks pocket, then quickly shoved them and his underwear to the floor as well. Slammed down on the desk beside Eugene were a single-use packet of lube and a condom, but Merriell left them there for the time being, because he still had something else important to do that would take both hands.
He pulled back, giving Eugene a quick look filled with his own desperate need, then grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face the desk. One hand on the back of his head, one on his hip, he bent Eugene in the middle and slammed his face against the surface of the desk more than hard enough to bruise. He was going to come out of here looking like he'd gone several rounds with Merriell in a different way. Then, once he was in position, he moved the hand on Eugene's hip to between his shoulderblades and once again grabbed onto his tie; the way he jerked it both up and toward himself lifted Eugene's head off the desk again and pressed hard against his windpipe.]
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Date: 2016-09-17 03:19 am (UTC)The kiss had done little to calm that torment inside of him, though his lip was throbbing by the time they had stopped kissing though he was sure the bleeding was lessened at least until it was bitten or otherwise irritated again. Which, seeing the items Merriell pulled out and put on the desk and then quickly given the sight of the other man's cock he had a feeling he'd be biting hard soon enough and he couldn't explain why that sent a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck.
He didn't have much time to dwell because Merriell had other plans for him and he was now fully submitted, not resisting when he grabbed him, maneuvering him until he was painfully slammed down against the desk, bent at the middle. A groan escaped him, the pain blossoming from his cheek and he sucked in a harsh breath. It was hardly over for him as he felt the weight of Merriell's hand against the back.
Another sound escaped Eugene, though this was more of a pained cry than a groan as he was jerked roughly by the tie, his head lifted, a strangled sound following as the tie pressed painfully against his throat, not choking him yet but restricting his breathing enough that he worried about it doing more.]
Sir... [His hand reached to try and loosen the tie instinctively. With that going on he didn't even have time to panic about what else was certainly about to happen with a man he barely knew. A man, and he wanted it so badly. Would God ever forgive him? He wasn't sure. Did he even want that forgiveness?]
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Date: 2016-09-18 08:52 pm (UTC)[He tore the packet of lube open with his teeth and covered his index and middle fingers with a generous amount, then slipped the tip of his middle finger into the cleft of Eugene's ass and pressed it right against his entrance.]
Maybe you knew enough to figure this was how it'd go. Didja? I can't decide if you'd do all kindsa research or get down on your knees and beg forgiveness just for thinkin' 'bout it. Not that there ain't room for both when you and God don't see eye to eye. [He pushed just a bit harder, opening the ring of muscle but not sliding his finger right inside yet.] Listen to me, I lost the point completely. Point is, you the one gonna decide if this part hurts or not. Trust me on that. You don't want it to hurt, then don't clench up. Got it?
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Date: 2016-09-18 09:07 pm (UTC)His eyes closed as the other spoke and he knew there was only one part he could really be talking about although he'd never done any part of this.] I've never done any of this, Sir.
[He tensed his body jerking away instinctively when he felt his finger against his entrance. Merriell's hand kept him firmly in place and maybe he could have gotten out of it if he'd tried, he wasn't an unskilled fighter by any means but he didn't try. His words felt far too personal, like he knew him at least as well as he knew himself. He pressed his lips together focusing in on the pain as he did, not the way his thighs trembled or that ring of muscle quivered slightly. His length was achingly hard and he knew he wanted it even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.]
Sir... [But there was no plea he could think of that would even begin to sway Merriell. He obviously had no regard for what was right by God or society.]
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Date: 2016-09-18 09:21 pm (UTC)Where did this fit into the code? Well... this was an extreme circumstance.]
What's that, Eugene? You got somethin' to say?
[He only stopped because he could feel how violently Eugene was shaking, could hear a slightly shrill note in his voice. The whole point of doing this was that Eugene wanted it, all of it - Merriell wasn't here to force sex on anyone, just create the perfect illusion of being forced for his beautiful boss, who wouldn't allow himself this unless he could convince himself it had been taken from him.
So. That being the case, he wanted to make absolutely sure he hadn't misread the situation when it came to this final step.]
Yes or no? [He could've just been trying to prod an answer to his question out of Eugene, but his tone didn't suggest that: it was softer, more careful, with a serious weight behind the words. No really would mean no if Eugene chose to say it.]
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Date: 2016-09-18 09:43 pm (UTC)The next question was softer and Eugene knew what it meant. He knew he should say no and let this be done with, go back to being a good man and pretend this never happened that he'd never felt the pleasure of Merriell's mouth or that desire that'd been stirred. He didn't want to say no. Not to Merriell. It felt too right even though he knew it was wrong.]
Yes. [Eugene answered, closing his eyes. He'd had his way out and he'd chosen to sin instead. Everyone he cared about would be ashamed of him for this weakness if they ever knew.]
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Date: 2016-09-18 10:07 pm (UTC)He had his motives. This new awareness wasn't guilt by any stretch of the imagination. The sensation that came with it was definitely weight, though, and it wasn't all that pleasant.
Pursing his lips with annoyance, he shrugged off the feeling and concentrated on preparing Eugene carefully but quickly, before that suffocating awareness could choke all the desire out of the room. One finger and then another, stretching him from within, his breath audibly labored with the effort needed to keep himself from fucking Eugene as he was. He'd be tight enough to hurt both of them right now but Merriell was just horny enough not to mind the notion.]
Y'alright down there? [He couldn't make it sound as mocking as he'd intended.] I mean it. You stay loose and this'll feel a lot better.
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Date: 2016-09-18 10:27 pm (UTC)He bit down on his lip, hardly caring that it was already split open and doing so would just make it worse, it gave him something to ground himself with to keep from panicking over what he was doing, what he wanted. Because he did want this, he wanted Merriell, he'd wanted him from the first moment he saw him. But he'd never intended to ever have him.]
Yes, sir. [he answered, a shuddered breath following. Maybe it was good that he couldn't quite relax, maybe if it didn't feel so good then this transgression wouldn't be so unforgivable. That was fool's logic and Eugene knew it but he couldn't help but leave the idea to mull over in his mind. The fingers didn't hurt really, discomfort, pressure, a little bit of a sting but no worse than the pain he was inflicting on himself by biting his lip.]
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Date: 2016-09-19 12:34 am (UTC)Once the condom was on and he'd slicked up his length as well, he positioned himself at Eugene's entrance, then took advantage of having both hands free to reach around and grab Eugene's cock. Three things happened almost exactly at once, creating a blur of sensation for Eugene that would probably make the discomfort difficult to single out: Merriell slid the hand on Eugene's back almost tenderly up his neck to the side and back of his head to pin him down from there instead, started to stroke Eugene's cock with his still-lubed hand, and pushed inside him.]
Oh fuck, Sledge - [He'd never called his boss that before. Eugene and Mr. Sledge, yes, but never just Sledge. It came out almost pained, a shudder moving outward from that point of contact through his whole body like ripples on a pond.] You're - so fuckin' tight, you gotta let go -
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Date: 2016-09-19 12:51 am (UTC)There was a groan, and he couldn't have even been sure what kind it was with the mix of feelings, pain, pleasure, discomfort, excitement far too many to pin point into one direction even.]
You say that like it's so easy... [Eugene whispered and he wasn't sure if he was talking about just how tight his muscles were or the bigger picture.]
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Date: 2016-09-19 01:54 am (UTC)[The reminder didn't sound as arrogant as it could have, and probably would have earlier. He didn't honestly care if Eugene called him "sir" anymore, except that his boss's nerves were clearly fraying and he didn't want them giving out yet. Pleasure would do some of the work, but if he kept the structure of their little scene in mind and once again gave up the control Merriell had briefly handed to him in a misguided moment of softness, this would be easier on him.
Merriell hadn't meant for any of this to be so hard on him. Clearly he'd misjudged just how deep Mr. Sledge's aversion to his own nature ran, and how much he fought against it, simply because his attraction had so easily risen to the surface whenever he was in Merriell's presence.
But he couldn't think about that now. Even if things were finally going beyond what he'd expected and planned for, he was continuing on. He flexed and relaxed the fingers tangled up in Eugene's hair as he slid in further, more of a reflexive movement than any conscious attempt to soothe him, and kept the other hand stroking even once he was completely inside Eugene and stopping to catch his breath. Now the fingers in his hair started to move in lazy circles, and maybe that was affectionate, but he still didn't realize what he was doing.]
It ain't easy, but it'll be worth it. [No clearer how many layers were intended in his statement.] And you're up to it.
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Date: 2016-09-19 04:05 am (UTC)He'd spend so much of his life denying himself being with a man, touching another man, kissing much less experiencing one's mouth in other ways and certainly he had never thought that he'd ever let another man fuck him but they were there and Merriell was deep inside of him. Eugene had let that happen, he could argue that he'd been coerced but he'd been given an out more than enough times and he hadn't wanted to take it.
The other's fingers in his hair helped him relax whether that was what they were meaning to do, just a little. Each movement of Merriell's cock threatened to cause him to tense again but the hum of pleasure his body was feeling from being jerked off kept it from being overwhelming. Was Merriell doing that on purpose? He had to be. Why?]
Sir..How did you know I was... [gay? There were words that he'd use to describe himself in the self loathing that he had instead but he settled for that mentally and even so didn't say it out loud.] How do you know I'm up to it or that it'd be worth it?
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Date: 2016-09-19 04:24 am (UTC)With Eugene's face still turned to one side so that his head could be pressed hard to the desk's surface, it was possible for him to see Merriell's expression, and Merriell sort of wished that wasn't true; the place where Eugene paused made it all too clear what he'd meant to say, and the readjustment of words didn't help much with how raw the question was. Something more challenging could've been joked off, but not this.]
Your eyes're too honest. [Merriell was actually trying to smile, but his expression ended up strangely apologetic in spite of that, because he knew his response was jut as raw. Not wanting to give up anymore, he finally released his grip on Eugene's head and pulled him up flush against his chest instead, picking up the pace of his thrusts and the steady jerking of his hand. Both hands being occupied, he grabbed the tie and tugged it looser with his teeth so that he could kiss and lick at Eugene's neck, his tongue once again soothing where the skin was chafed.]
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Date: 2016-09-19 05:12 am (UTC)The answer was... not what'd he'd expected. Any other answer might have been able to be brushed off but his eyes it made it uncomfortably real and honest. He swallowed parting his lips to say something, anything but Merriell didn't really give him much of a chance.
With his head free he didn't have to look at Merriell and wonder about that... whatever it was that he'd seen on his face or whatever it was that it made him feel. He could ignore it, close his eyes as his back pressed against the other's chest.
The thrusts inside of him started to feel good. It was subtle and maybe it was just because the way the other was stroking him was pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm.]
Fuck. [He cursed, biting back a moan when the other's mouth turned it's attention to his neck. Even with all the other sensations the way his tongue felt against the sore skin sent a skittering of pleasure throughout him despite all logic. He couldn't touch him. It's not that his hands were restrained but that he couldn't let go enough to reach up or reach back but god he wanted to but it would be less that this was done to him and more prominent in his mind that he was an active participant -- and he was -- but he could fool himself like this.]
Sir, I'm close. [He whispered, his hips pressing toward the other's hand.]
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Date: 2016-09-20 06:56 pm (UTC)Besides, Merriell was getting close too, certainly close enough that he wouldn't take much longer once he'd experienced the sights and sounds of Eugene coming from his first time with a man. He could've held out under different circumstances, changed his pace or distracted himself to draw it out longer, but - again, he didn't trust Eugene not to crumble in the middle of the act anymore. And that wasn't what he was meant to take from it whatsoever.]
Good. You earned this. [The whisper against Eugene's ear was less seductive this time, more a kind of gentle support.] Go on, Eugene. Show me how good I made you feel.
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Date: 2016-09-22 02:46 am (UTC)But he couldn't hold back anymore, the words urging just as much as Merriell's voice. As his orgasm hit, his muscles tensed, spasming around the other as he came over Merriell's hand and thank god his mind was blanked out and he couldn't think of the mess that might be on his desk or the floor... or both.
His teeth had pressed down against his already split lip to muffle the moan of pleasure. The climax had been far more intense than anything he'd felt before and he couldn't seem to focus on anything at all, no words no feelings just the pleasure that was still firing through his body though less intense.]
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Date: 2016-09-24 08:29 pm (UTC)His reaction was not as massive as Eugene's, of course, but he did bury his face in the man's neck to stifle the sounds he was longing to release. As he slowly regained his breath, he shifted his hands once more to cradle Eugene's body against his, supporting him in the event that any part of his legs should go weak.
This was it, then. The part that he could hide in was done. Now he'd get to face the reality, and Merriell didn't feel like he could just walk away for that and say it was his to work out for himself. Face now pressed against his hair, Merriell waited quietly.]
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Date: 2016-09-25 06:51 am (UTC)He could the other pressed against the back of his hair and he closed his eyes tightly the reality of what had just happened rushing in and god. What had he done? He sucked in his bottom lip, feeling it bleeding again for a few seconds as he tried to find words anything aside from the shame and flood of emotions that came with realizing what he had repressed for so long had been forced to the surface like this.
There was no doubt that he'd been willing and that he hadn't enjoyed a good deal of it but he'd let the other take him and he could just hear the comments about that in his head that people could make. What was worse was the feeling that he'd betrayed everything he'd always held himself accountable for, broken every standard and spit in God's face.]
You're done right? [he forced the words out, thicker than he would have wanted but he needed him to go before he fell apart because he was sure that he would.]
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Date: 2016-09-25 07:00 am (UTC)That was fucking cold. Even if he could tell from the sound of Eugene's voice that the words were meant to cover rather than convey emotion, it was still cold enough to shock him because they turned the situation around and took it at face value. Suddenly Merriell had to re-evaluate everything he'd done to be sure, at least in his own mind, that he hadn't misjudged any of Eugene's cues.
But he hadn't. He knew that. Still, did that mean he'd had any right to push the envelope like this and force Eugene into an epiphany?
The whole situation was fucking with him way more than he'd ever imagined, but he just ignored the cacophony in his head as he released his hold on Eugene and pulled out, stepping back and pulling up his pants.]
Yeah. I'm done. [His words were equally cold, but he didn't sound any more convincing than Eugene had, especially when he followed that with:] You okay?
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Date: 2016-09-25 07:07 am (UTC)Was he okay?
No.]
Yeah.
[But he didn't look at Merriell as he tried to straighten up his appearance, deep breaths to keep calm. Would everyone in the office realize what had just happened? Would everyone be able to see right through him and know he what he was? He'd never been honest with himself and the rapid shot from 0 to 100 had him reeling.]
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Date: 2016-09-25 07:18 am (UTC)Was it because Eugene's skin was so fair and flawless, or was this guilt creeping in? Did he really look like a Walking Dead extra in anyone's eyes but Merriell's?]
Looks like you got in a fistfight. Probably ain't that regular working in an office but I doubt it's unheard of, neither.
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Date: 2016-09-25 07:24 am (UTC)Why are you still here? You got what you wanted, didn't you?
[He finally spoke, finally turning his eyes to Merriell. He couldn't explain how he felt, equal parts confused and angry and something else. There had been something to Merriell that had felt more than right and that there was that voice inside saying he wanted more but he couldn't accept that.
And with the way that he looked he was going to have to wait until well into the evening to leave so that no one would see him.
He could have fired him, even used the fist fight explanation but he didn't.]
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Date: 2016-09-25 07:44 am (UTC)It sure got too late for that in a hurry. But he was not going to stand here and be treated like he'd taken advantage when he'd given Eugene lots of chances to stop what they'd done.]
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Date: 2016-09-25 07:52 am (UTC)Do you think it's been easy to live right and do all the right things when I know deep inside what I am? And you just come in here and ... That's what you wanted, right? To see me give in to you, for you to feel proven right? Guess we'll both go to hell now.
[There was little anger actually meant for Merriell, more so self-loathing that seeped into his words. He sat in his chair again, closing his eyes because sitting just now was a reminder of what had just happened. He pressed his fingers to his temple.] Isn't that enough for you? Why you still here, Merriell Shelton?
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