Ibuki’s phone buzzes on the desk. He picks up, white shirt still soaked with sweat and clinging to every defined muscle.
His boss, voice calm and corporate on the line, informs him of a generous raise for outstanding performance this quarter.
Ibuki knows exactly what that “performance” means: every time he ended up bent over that same desk, letting his boss lose all control deep inside him.
He’s always been a strict top, the one in charge… but just hearing that restrained voice, that barely-hidden addiction, makes his body react on its own.
Without a single touch, the arousal builds unstoppable. Breath hitching, gripping the phone tighter, and while his boss keeps talking… Ibuki comes hands-free, hot spurts soaking his shirt and splattering the desk.
He hangs up with a hoarse “Thank you, sir,” face burning, torn between hating and craving the power he has over the man.
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