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He's not entirely sure how it happened; rather than some grand event causing a drastic shift in their relationship, things seemed to naturally fall in place…Corvus offered him milk and sugar to go along with his coffee, then a few weeks later, Corvus made him come by…doing that between his thighs.
The only thing that really matters to Rudo is that it makes him feel good. Whenever he thinks about it, he can't help but clench his legs together. Sometimes that isn't enough, so he presses down on himself with the flat of his palm while crossing his legs. And when even that isn't enough…augh, it was so embarrassing when Corvus first asked him about whether he would touch himself at the thought of their secret rendezvouses. His face turned red as vibrantly and as quickly as a flashbang. He couldn't get the words out; he was stuttering too much. But the older man had helped him by inching his touch closer and closer, asking him if he touched himself there, until Rudo had shut his eyes and nodded, shifting his weight from side to side in anticipation.
When Corvus first touched it, his clit—the man called it that—he fell into his hold. His knees buckled reflexively; he was so surprised he popped a stitch in Corvus' jacket. He apologized profusely, but Corvus promised it was fine, and Rudo yelped as he started to rub deep circles into his clit. The pleasure snapped to a beat, and he felt himself sinking lower and lower to the ground, until Corvus picked him up, hauled him to the back of his office, so Rudo could sit with his legs splayed in his chair. The close proximity of his face to his…pussy…was too much. Although Corvus was kind about it, letting him keep his eyes shut, only after he poked a little fun at his shyness, though. It was too embarrassing, everything was embarrassing, it was too much, but he had never had someone touch him like that, so he succumbed so easily. The idea of being played with was as alluring as sweets. But only this would make him feel so good; it was like he was being electrocuted, albeit much more mild and much more enjoyable, of course.
The way that it disrupted him, paralyzing him, and the sensation ruling over him—it stopped him from thinking, moving, interacting with the world around him. It was beginning to feel like it was the only way he could disconnect from it all. Candy was a way to feel good in the short term, but this was long-term pleasure; he felt no regret, and the bonus of having an evolving but deepening relationship—one further down in the abyss, in the dark—it was like living life with his eyes closed. Ignorance is bliss, ignorance is needed…
But it was becoming so needed, he started to wake up some mornings wet as hell. The only thing that would keep the edge off so he could get dressed was gripping his clothed pussy with his gloved hands, crossing his legs to create some tension to mitigate his horniness by some degree. He didn't have Corvus' nimble and delicate hands; he couldn't stick a finger under the hood of his clit to get closer to the nerve endings, and there was no way he could come on his own. He needed help. So he sought it more often.
With Corvus' busy schedule, sometimes he would have to make do with the man absentmindedly playing with his pussy as he lay curled up against him. He'd rest his feet on the armchair, and the man would hide his hand underneath his legs. Without splayed legs, it was harder for Corvus to rub his clit, but the fingers fucking him and his thumb's pressure against his clit were enough to sedate him, keeping him under a sparkling fog of warm contentment.
But all of that wasn't enough. Not anymore. Something was itching inside of him, and it was desperate to get out. But he needed to keep it at bay; he needed to sedate it. He needed Corvus. He needed his…you know… inside him to sedate that writhing thing. He didn't know how to approach that; he refused to ask, not just because it was embarrassing but because he was worried it would make it seem like he was coming on too strong, becoming a burden. Burdens are needy.
It was a delicate balance that needed to be maintained.
At that point, he felt a little ridiculous, wanting that so much that it felt like a need was quite dramatic. Overbearing. Burdensome. But it would get worse the more he would bottle it up, as Regto said a time ago. He needed to pop the cork slowly, keeping the bottle still so it doesn't spew like a geyser in his face, and instead, he needed to pour a little bit out and then shove the cork back in. It would become flat in time, but that's exactly what he needed, right? It wouldn't waterboard him!
Except if someone took the bottle, uncorked it, and poured it over him.
But he didn't have to worry about that! The cleaners were good people. He has friends who have reached out to him even when he didn't ask for their help to shoulder his grief.
In this case, though…he could only rely on Corvus. It was a secret that they kept between themselves. They disguised it as one-on-one conversations about the Sphere, doing research and comparing what Rudo knew with the few records they had…whatever. But showing up too much would rouse suspicion. So had to see him in the early mornings or the late evenings, when everyone in their rooms was winding up or winding down, for a quick session.
It was one night when he couldn't take it anymore. He was sitting in his lap with his half-hard dick in front of him. The dam finally broke, and he admitted that he was finally willing to try and put it in, to go all the way. No more would Corvus have to get enough friction between his thighs, especially since the slick pouring out of him would make it move so sloppily that Rudo was worried Corvus would never get to come satisfyingly because of his hesitancy. But by being brave, he could settle his worries about their relationship being too one-sided.
With that out of the way, what Corvus had asked him made the fire of arousal rage within him. He told him to use his pussy to make sure Corvus' dick was slick enough. He held his hips and helped him glide across; the sensation and the heat of his dick were so much already. And it was going to go inside him. There was no way all of it was going to fit, not without breaking him. But he had to feel him at least once. He needs to know what it's like to be stretched that wide open and to have his clit stimulated by the harsh thrusts of Corvus' pelvis against him. He wants to know what it's like to be at complete mercy of the pleasure caused by another, what it's like to be kissed when he couldn't keep his eyes open due to the sensations, and fight against an invading tongue.
When Corvus had become too hard for him to glide across, he started playing with his clit and made him tremble in his lap, and Rudo felt him taking his slick to lather onto his cock. He also helped him hover over the head, keeping it steady as he began to sink down.
Even the head burned, it stretched his small pussy. But he was used to a little pain, and he knew it would feel better in time. He felt it go past the flesh of his entrance, feeling the tearing of his hymen. It burnt and stung. He wanted to lie against his torso, but he was being held too high up. Opening his eyes, he saw the adoration on Corvus' face, and then that attention painted his own velvet, and his heart skipped a beat. He took in a deep breath, shuffling lower and letting his head touch the gummy walls of his cunt.
The people of the Ground used such vulgar words…but then his thought trailed into nothing. It was already so hot inside him, he felt like he was being marked from the inside. He was overheating, his legs were starting to wobble, and he couldn't keep a steady breath. When Corvus' dick had gone past the bone of his pelvis, Rudo could feel his strength slipping away. Bracing for impact, he held his breath and let slip a small tear. Then finally, he relaxed the muscles in his trembling legs, and…
Nothing. His eyes opened slightly, like a window to let a little air in on an autumn day. Ah…he could feel the man's grip on his thighs. When did he shift them…? Whatever…his eyes fell shut again. He whined in protest, disappointed that he wasn't suddenly full of him.
Corvus cooed, but Rudo's thoughts were murky. It took him time to recognize what noise he had heard. When he finally understood the sound he made, he grumbled and moved the tips of his fingers down his crotch.
"Down," he ordered languidly, "Put me down." He sounded drunk; he hung onto the last syllable like a sostenuto pedal had been pressed in his brain.
"I am," Corvus said with a glint in his eye. Rudo shook his head no and dropped it. Wait…yeah. Maybe he was being lowered, just very slowly.
"All the way." He looked down at his navel and pressed into his skin. He wanted to feel him from the outside, too. "Hurry."
"I don't want to hurt you," but he still complied, lowering himself quicker. Rudo let out a stuttered breath as he began to feel Corvus' cock moving from the outside of his body. He bit his lip tightly and moaned when he could feel the width pressing against his most sensitive areas, the growing width against his pussy's entrance to his g-spot sent up never-ending shocks of pleasure that disrupted his train of thoughts.
The slow suck and constriction of his pussy was torture for Corvus; he was sure of it. But the man strictly kept to his principles, prioritizing Rudo's comfort over his satisfaction. His clit was throbbing. He wanted to kiss him. When he sat flush on his pelvis, the head of Corvus' dick bumped against the end of his vaginal wall, kissing the entrance to his uterus. It was so much. He keened at the feeling and let his hand up. The thickness was so much that it felt like nothing was in between his hand and the cock within him. It was so much. He was in heaven. All those thoughts messing with his head were finally gone. All replaced with the visual of his tummy bulging from Corvus' dick.
"Rudo," Corvus' voice nudged him out of the haze he was being plunged into. "Do you want to ride me?"
Ride him…? His legs were so weak he could barely feel them. A warm, persistent vibration was ringing throughout his nerves; he was nothing more than jelly. He slowly lifted his head and made eye contact with him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but there was no other way to just tell him. He moaned shamelessly and begged him to move him.
Corvus furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. His fingers twitched against the meat of his thighs. The reminder of his touch made Rudo whimper. Corvus let out a sharp sigh and steeled himself, trying to maintain control just in case Rudo needed him to stop.
Then he started to raise him up, making Rudo jolt and lunge forward, holding tightly to his biceps. He relaxed his spine and collapsed into his chest. He was too weak to hold on. The awkward angle forced Corvus to adapt; he leaned back in the chair and made the leather tick the wall behind them. The stability allowed him to lift his hips and ground his elbows in the armrests. The absence of the warmth made Rudo squeak through his teeth, his eyes going wide in a muted panic as he knew that this was the point of no return.
Corvus plunged back in, forcing an upheaval of pleasure up his spine that made him take in a hitched breath before the head of Corvus' cock bullying the ends of his vaginal walls made him wail with delight. His toes curled, and he shut his eyes tight, and he felt something snap within him. He brought his hands closer to himself and clung to the fabric of Corvus' uniform, eyes shooting open and looking up at the man with panicked eyes before they rolled into the back of his head. Something spritzed out of him violently; he could hear the droplets hitting against the leather just under the sounds of his mewling. Was this what Corvus said would happen if he…Oh, no fucking way, his clit was being slapped by his pelvis and he was—
"Fuck!" He cried as Corvus drove in him posthaste. It was too good, he was being driven insane, how the fuck was he supposed to—
"Ah!" He heaved, he was becoming so lightheaded, it was like cotton was being shoved into his ears, it was becoming too much, but h-he didn't want him to stop, he can't stop—
He shrieked, another thrust punched the air out of his lungs. He felt the splattering of his squirt against his thighs. How many times was he going to—
Rudo wailed with a mixture of disbelief and euphoria, making him slam his fists against the man's chest and arch off of him. Was he seriously going to pass out before Corvus even came?
Holy shit, was he going faster? Nononono—
He crumbled. He came again with a soundless scream, his eyes rolled up, and he looked at the intense, concentrated focus Corvus had drawn on his face. Rudo's eyes fluttered shut. His voice was already broken and hoarse, tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't breathe through his nose anymore.
It was a scathing torture that he could only cope with by mewling, whining, thrashing, and opening his eyes as much as he could to make one-sided eye contact with him. Corvus had thrust out every thought he could have; there was only the bright fire of heat, arousal, whatever the fuck it was that made him scream, it was only that and couldn't take it—he keened, trying to bring his legs together as he squirted again, but Corvus had an iron grip on him. The speed that man was striking into him felt enough to light a fire, but—Ah!
Corvus clenched his jaw and grimaced. Somehow, somehow it was getting more intense. Corvus' hips started to stutter, the thrusts now seemingly assaulting his pussy randomly, making him unable to prepare—Fuck!!
His eyes rolled up into his head, and again—who knows how many times it was now—he felt his pussy seize up and cum, squirting harder and soaking the floor even more.
Rudo was hyperventilating, cum in him, please cum in him—
"I'm almost there, baby, I promise—" Rudo sobbed, fat tears rolling down. Did he say that aloud? Did the uneven shrill come across as words to Corvus? Or did he only say that because he was so nice? It didn't matter; he was wailing from the overstimulation and the special treatment he was being given. He was shattered. He was irreparably reshaped by the cock within him.
It was one final thrust that kissed his cervix, making him freeze as the soft flesh resisted Corvus—his clit slapped against Corvus' public bone, and Rudo heaved as pleasure burned him, fire dancing up his spine and cascading and overwhelming his senses. He short-circuited, blanked, and squirted one last time as he felt the surge of cum blanketing his pussy. It was boiling his insides, he let go—squirt continued to pour out of him without hesitation. He couldn't stop it. He was bullied into total submission. There was nothing left of him. Just an endless white haze.
Corvus had groaned and clutched him so tightly that Rudo for sure had bruises on his thighs. He sighed deeply as his own haze was starting to fade. Corvus opened his eyes and looked down at the boy. He was wide-eyed, looking at nothing in particular. Rudo's mouth hung open as if he had accidentally dropped something precious and it shattered. He was twitching. Ahaha…whoops. Maybe he went a little out of control.
The man pulled out, Rudo squealed, but Corvus held him close, shifting his body so he could lie comfortably against his chest and nestle between his collarbones. One arm crossed his closed thighs and cupped his leaking pussy, the other began to run through the boy's hair. That seemed to finally settle him after he initially squeaked.
Ah…all the hot cum was dribbling out of him. But with Corvus' hand, it stayed close. It was comforting.
"Can you stand?" Corvus asked teasingly.
Rudo shook his head rapidly. He felt pins and needles in his toes. Corvus chuckled, knowing the answer. With a hup and a hand clinging to the armrest, Corvus stood, crossed the hypotenuse of the corner, and nudged the door to his bedroom attached to the office with his shoulder. Yeah, they could've done it on the bed. But it was more thrilling (and easier to clean without getting caught) to fuck his little employee at his desk. The bathroom door was wide open, revealing a porcelain tub. He dipped down, turning on the golden faucet, and the water waterfalled down the sloped edge into the basin. He hummed and undid knots in Rudo's hair as he waited for it to be filled up just enough so he wouldn't be cold.
He tried to pry him off, but the kid had a stubborn grip like a clingy kitten. Rudo lazily glowered up at him.
"If you keep pulling, you're going to pop another stitch."
Rudo let go immediately and dropped his arms to his sides in defeat. Then Corvus could lower him into the tub. And like clockwork, he took off his gloves, put them on the bathroom counter beside them, and Rudo's arms hovered over the rising water. Corvus shut off the facet, told Rudo to face him, and he complied.
"Let me clean and rebandage you, then wipe up the office, and I'll join you, okay?" Corvus posed sweetly.
Rudo's flush darkened, a small prick of embarrassment piercing through his relaxed gaze for a moment. He frowned, narrowed his eyes, but whispered "Okay…" anyhow.