“You’re right, I shouldn’t distract you like this. Open the door,” Asami said, breaking the kiss, breathless. Akihito reached down and just managed to turn the knob. Asami pushed door open back first, went through it, and kicked it shut. He went straight for the carefully set table in the middle of the office, gently placing Akihito on the edge before shoving all the dishes to the floor. Akihito heard some of the dishes breaking. The two servers waiting with the food on a separate cart stood frozen in their places, shocked. Akihito already had Asami’s tie off and was unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck while Asami shrugged out of his jacket then removed his shoulder holster and gun, laying them carefully on the chair next to the table. “Out,” he heard Asami say to two servers. Akihito heard the footsteps and then the door closing but stayed focused on Asami. Asami tore open Akihito’s shirt, the buttons flying, and then worked on his jeans and shorts, pulling them down quickly. He dropped down to his knees, holding Akihito’s cock and licking the head, slowly working his tongue around the underside of the bottom ridge before taking it into his mouth.“Ahhh!” Akihito cried out. The pleasure shot through him and he tried to push his cock deeper into Asami’s mouth. Asami wetted two of his fingers then slid his mouth all the way down the base of Akihito’s cock, licking all the way down, pushing it deep into the back of his throat. Akihito arched his back, crying out, moving his hips. When Akihito felt Asami’s fingers starting to probe him, he tilted his hips so Asami would have better access. Asami held his legs so he wouldn’t tumble off the table’s edge, still sucking and probing.
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