je_united gift fic for tacchan9

Title: A hard days night
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto/Okamoto Keito
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: He knew the sound, knew it well. The door softly clicked open letting in the dimmed lights of the outside office before promptly being shut. A click, one that could have been the door shutting, was heard, but Yuto had learned to distinguish the difference. Soft footsteps filled the air, and Yuto felt his breath momentarily catch in this throat before breathing it out once more. This was normal. Everything was normal.
Notes: Hey there dear recipient! I hope this is interesting cause you said you liked AUs? So what’s better than office sex?



He knew the sound, knew it well. The door softly clicked open letting in the dimmed lights of the outside office before promptly being shut. A click, one that could have been the door shutting, was heard, but Yuto had learned to distinguish the difference. Soft footsteps filled the air, and Yuto felt his breath momentarily catch in this throat before breathing it out once more. This was normal. Everything was normal.

“Are you staying late tonight, sir?” a low voice asked.

Yuto’s lips tugged into a smile. He had heard that voice many times throughout the day, a calm composure that helped Yuto work with foreign businesses to maintain their working relationships. He had been an asset since Yuto’s father handed the company off to him a few years ago. Okamoto Keito was the reason why they still had business relationships since Yuto’s English failed more often than it should.

“Of course,” he responded, keeping his tone even, trying to mask the anticipation. “Can’t be seen as lazy to my employees. Why do you ask?”

Keito had never stopped moving, his feet picking their path through the spacious office. The tinted glass held less of his shadow the closer Keito walked to the wide expanse of Yuto’s desk. “You know I’m always watching you.”

“More than you should,” Yuto chuckled.

Two hands clasped onto Yuto’s shoulders, thumbs digging into back sharply before rubbing deep into the rigid muscle. “You seem tense today,” Keito said, warm breath spreading over Yuto’s neck. “More than usual.”

There was a huge meeting in a couple of days, their largest partner flying from halfway around the world to be in attendance. If they didn't nail down the terms of the renewal of their contract they’d lose their oldest contact, one that his great-grandfather had established.

“I’ll be fine,” Yuto said. “Nothing I’m not used to.”

Each of Keito’s hands were magic across his skin, the tension melting away as if it was butter under Keito’s touch. A master was at work, giving him a taste of bliss that he craved.

His chair was spun around, beautifully talented hands clasped onto the arms instead of his shoulders. Dark eyes focused only on him, and it’s how Yuto wanted it to be.

Yuto watched as Keito slowly sunk to his knees, and he saw the focus of those eyes change to something hidden from their view. Hands worked open the button to Yuto’s jeans, and he made no move to stop them. “Let me assist you.” He was freed, a warm, wet heat enveloping him before his brain had time to process everything.

He remembered when all of this had started, back when he became the CEO of their company. He had been in over his head, no amount of training preparing him for the real deal. Every little project he had been in charge of, every little endeavor, had been carefully crafted by his father to show the board that Yuto wasn’t a complete failure and a competent person to take over the company.

It had all been quite clever. Small projects that built to major deals, all carefully orchestrated to show off his best sides as the employees under him put in all of the effort. Even without a second language under his belt he was made to shine and climb the ladder to success.

When the day came that he took over his father’s seat, became the real man in charge, Yuto had believed he could do it. He had the confidence, the drive, the passion, everything that was needed to be a figurehead, but it had all crashed around him the moment he saw a line of English emails sitting in his inbox.

The board had been foolish. He understood that as he sat at his desk, emails continuing to flood in. What sort of organization that had ties to Britain, Australia, and America let their next CEO be illiterate in English. The most he could speak was “I’m Spiderman,” and it wasn’t considered an intelligent phrase used in business meetings.

A ray of light broke through the morning, a swift knock on his office door breaking him from a downward spiral, and the man that walked in promptly asked for his email passwords and access to all foreign related materials.

Okamoto Keito was a blessing in disguise. Five years study abroad in England, and a full college education taught in the language. His Japanese had been spotty, not fully understand the kanji that was presented before him, but he was able to handle all foreign business, only needing Yuto’s approvals before the emails were sent out.

It had been a smooth first day, and, when Keito had knocked on his office door around quitting time, he had thought nothing of the soft click of the lock before Keito stepped away from the door.

“You looked stressed today,” Keito said standing before Yuto, hands clasped in front of him. “I can help if you would like.”

Anything. Simply anything would have helped him, and Yuto agreed.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, hands running through Keito’s long locks as he bobbed up and down Yuto’s thick length. Something caught in his throat as Keito licked the underside of his cock. “Yeah, just like that,” he said.

He had felt like a virgin the first time Keito sucked him off, those beautiful lips spread wide to get around Yuto’s length. He bit his tongue, kept it tightly behind his cheek, for he didn’t want a sound to get out in case an employee happened to walk by, hearing their boss get off to his secretary’s mouth.

Yuto had come with a small groan, hips twitching as Keito drank down every spurt of come his body gave. His body was worn out, not wanting to move a muscle, as Keito tucked him back into his pants, carrying on their conversation about work as if he hadn’t been between Yuto’s legs two minutes before.

He didn’t question the silent agreement, not at all. Yuto didn’t mind a beautiful man between his legs, willingly giving himself to pleasure Yuto. It wasn’t as if it happened every day. When Yuto was particularly stressed, from work or a difficult business partner, Keito would worm his way into his office and offer Yuto a little pleasure before stepping away.

They never had sex, never got that far. Yuto had managed to snag Keito once or twice against his office wall, stroking him until Keito’s come splattered across his pants and Yuto had to rush to clean it off, fearing the stains. But it was always too late, not enough time during working hours to allow them the fun Yuto craved, but the way Keito looked at him behind closed doors…Yuto knew he wanted it too.

Moans poured from Yuto’s mouth as Keito slid until only the head of Yuto’s cock was wrapped around his lips. He sucked hard, and Yuto tightened his grip on Keito’s hair, tugging and enjoying how Keito’s own moans reverberated around him.

The desire to feel more only filled him, to know what Keito sounded like with three fingers inside of him stretching him beyond his every imagination. What he looked like with those perfect locks surrounding his face, head thrown back as ecstasy filled his veins. He had to see it.

A little tug was all it took to get Keito off of him, a little finger beckoning him to his feet so lips could meet lips. Sweet but salty. Yuto tasted himself on Keito’s tongue, and he only craved more as their tongues met. Hands wandered, touching that full frame usually hidden by impeccable suit jackets, until they settled on Keito’s belt, undoing the buckle as quickly as they could.

Keito’s hands caught his, lips breaking from their kiss and leaving Yuto’s own hanging open. “Sir, I-”

“Yuto,” he breathed out. He didn’t break free from Keito’s grasp, letting him have his control. “That’s my name.”

“Yuto, this,” Keito said, his Japanese failing him with every passing word. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure,” he said, letting his eyes speak more than his words ever could. A final word, breathed out with the remaining energy he had, a final plea he hoped would reach Keito. “Please?”

It was small, but Yuto caught it. A little nod of his head, and he knew everything he craved was within his reach.

“Take them off,” he growled, arousal throbbing within him. “Top drawer I…have a few things.”

Keito quickly slipped out of his jacket and loosened his tie before removing everything from his lower half. He was hard, far harder than Yuto could have imagined from a little blowjob.

Two small packages were slipped into hand as Keito settled into his lap, the first time their arousals meeting sending shockwaves through Yuto’s body. He knew what they both were, had been saving them in case something like this had happened. It had only been a matter of time before they both caved.

“Do you always want me this much?” he asked, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and covering every inch of skin with it.

He teased Keito’s entrance, feeling the tight muscle reject the possible intrusion, but Keito’s hands only tightened around his collar. His breath came in hot pants across Yuto’s neck.

“Hm?” Yuto hummed. His fingers continued to tease, little gasps escaping from Keito’s throat.

“Yes,” he hissed, hips rolling into Yuto’s own. “I always….go to the bathroom to take care of myself afterwards.” His little moans went straight to Yuto’s cock as Yuto pressed one of his fingers slowly into the tight heat of Keito’s ass. “I wondered what it would be like…to have you in me, but I never could ask for it.”

He knew why, he didn't have to ask, but the words felt better when they were out in the open. “Because I’m your boss?”

Keito nodded his head, fingers digging deeper into the pristine cut of Yuto’s shirt as he slowly slid his finger in and out as Keito opened for him. “So I took what I could,” he said, one hand curling into Yuto’s hair, lips dragging across Yuto’s ear as he purred, “You taste incredible.”

A whole wave rushed through Yuto’s body. Now. He wanted Keito now. He wanted to throw the older man onto his desk and press inside him until he was screaming Yuto’s name, only knew Yuto’s name. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Keito below him, moaning because of him.

But he couldn’t. Not yet.

He pressed in another finger, loving how Keito’s body rejected him yet pulled him deeper inside. How Keito peppered his skin with little kisses until his moans settled against his skin instead.

“Imagine what it would be like to have me riding you,” Keito said, hips rolling as Yuto continued to slide his slick fingers into his ass.

Yuto dug a little deeper, fingers curling until he found it, and he watched Keito melt in his lap to those gentle prods.

“Do you think you’d have the energy?” he asked as he worked in a third finger into Keito.

“I could.” His breathing was coming out in gasps the more Yuto stretched him open. “Could you handle it?”

He honestly didn’t think he could. The feeling of Keito on top of him, slowly grinding his hips into Yuto’s own was a vision that flashed over his body, sending pleasure shooting through him far quicker than he could process.

Kisses were easier than answering, pulling Keito down so lips could meet lips as his fingers continued to stretch Keito open to prepare him for something far larger. Rolls of hips stroked Yuto’s own being every time he hit Keito’s prostate.

A single word was breathed against his skin let Yuto know it was finally time. “Hurry.”

They moved as if they had been doing this for years, Keito tearing open the condom package and rolling it onto Yuto, his hips rolling to meet Keito’s touch, as he worked his pants lower. He didn’t want to cause Keito any discomfort.

Keito stroked more lube onto Yuto’s cock, a little gasp when Yuto twitched in his hand, before Yuto watched him carefully move, a hand on Yuto’s cock to keep it steady.

No words, no sounds between them, and Keito slowly began to sink down onto Yuto’s cock, taking him inch by inch. A little gasp, a moan, and Yuto threw his head back, hands settling on Keito’s hips but he neither rushed the process nor held Keito from continuing his journey downward. He needed something to hold onto to remind him this wasn’t a dream but reality.

“You’re so big,” Keito gasped, thighs finally touching Yuto’s own, his breath trying to return to his lungs.

Yuto smiled, massaging the small patch of skin he had access to. “How does it feel?”

Keito was in his ear, breath hot as he all but moaned his response in a single English word. “Incredible.”

He had no idea of the meaning, having heard it being thrown around on late night television from time to time when Japanese talents wanted to seem intelligent. Before his mind could process the word, try to give it some sort of meaning, his body was assaulted with a barrage of feelings.

The slide was small, not a full roll, but Yuto already felt moans slip from his lips. Keito was so tight around him. So hot and tight. He wanted to take hold of those hips, roll up to meet them as roughly as he could to expel the emotions that were becoming even more pent up within him.

There had been a fair amount of men he had in his life, claimed behind locked doors and far away from the prying eyes of his father. They had always been perfect, learning each other’s bodies until some outside force had pulled them apart, but Keito was different. In what way, he wasn’t sure, but Yuto could feel it in his bones that he was special.

He moaned again, hands tightening around Keito’s hips as the other man worked up his speed. “Just like that,” he groaned, slowly guiding Keito so he could change the angle bit by bit.

Their bodies were moving quickly, desperation clinging to both of them the more they moved together. The desire to come slowly consumed them until it was the one thing propelling them forward. Little flicks of hips upwards, hands searching for something that would remind them of what it was like to walk on solid ground.

Hips rolled to meet hips, Keito throwing his head back each time Yuto thrust upward to meet his downward roll. A small hiss passed through his lips when Yuto wrapped his hand around Keito’s cock, stroking him to every thrust.

More, more, more. They needed more, craved more, and no other thought passed through Yuto’s mind than wanting to see Keito’s face when he came. How all of the tension would melt away in a moment as his body was given the pleasure he sought.

“Yuto,” Keito moaned, arms wrapping around Yuto’s neck. “I’m-”

But he didn’t finish his thought, his words. His whole body shuddered as he came, ass contracting around Yuto’s cock and tempting Yuto down with him.

He didn’t know how long they sat there, bodies curled around each other, skin slick with sweat, just breathing and coming down from their high. Warmth. He felt it reaching all the way down to his toes still clad in smart leather shoes. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Hey, Keito?” he asked, receiving a little grunt from the man on top of him. “This…is definitely weird to ask, but I have to.” He breathed in once more, trying to calm his beating heart. “Will you teach me English sometime?”

He felt Keito tense on top of him, fingers gripping tighter to his skin. “Teach you…English?”

“Yeah,” Yuto said, running a hand through Keito’s long hair. “I know a nice café in the city that doesn’t care how long you sit there. We can go there and practice, or we can always do the lessons at my condo.”

A little puff of air shot against his neck, a new tensions filling Keito’s body, but one far different than the one before. He pulled back, Yuto allowed his grip to slacken so Keito could look him in his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“If you want it to be,” Yuto said, but quickly spoke again. “If not this is purely professional. I can’t rely on you forever.”

“I don’t mind,” Keito said. “Rely on me as long as you like, but-” Those lips were getting closer to Yuto’s own. “I will take that date.”

A pair of lips had never tasted so sweet.