He started stripping before Kota could even say a word. His suit jacket hit the floor first, discarded without a second thought. His fingers flew to the buttons of his crisp white shirt, fumbling with the kind of desperate urgency that made his usually graceful movements turn clumsy and frantic.
"Stupid... stupid shirt... why are there so many buttons... I need this off right now..." Theo's voice was a breathless whine, his polished British accent cracking around the edges as frustration mounted. His fingers slipped on the third button, then the fourth, and a sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper escaped his throat. "I want you so bad, Kota. I've been thinking about this all weekend. All morning. During that awful breakfast with Father. During the entire drive. I need you. I need you inside me. I need—"
The fifth button refused to cooperate. Theo let out a cry of pure frustration, his cheeks flushed crimson, his chest heaving. And then, with a sudden surge of desperation, he grabbed both sides of his shirt and ripped it open. The remaining buttons popped off and scattered across the floor like tiny white pebbles, skittering under his desk and rolling into the corners of the office.
"EEP—!" Theo's moan of shock was high and breathy, his body jolting at the sudden violence of the motion but still manageing to pull down his pants. The torn shirt hung open, revealing his smooth, pale chest and the delicate blue lace of the panties he had teased Kota with in the car. His tiny cocklet was already hard and straining against the fabric, a small wet spot forming where the head pressed against the lace. He stood there for a moment, breathing hard, his eyes wide and glassy with desperate hunger.
"There. There. It's off. Finally off." His voice was shaking. He practically threw himself onto Kota's lap, straddling his boyfriend's thick thighs, his plump ass settling heavily against the massive bulge straining in Kota's cargo pants. His hands flew to Kota's shoulders, gripping tight, his fingers digging into the fabric of the white hoodie.
Kota didn't wait. His mouth latched onto Theo's neck with hungry, possessive suction, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked hard. Theo's head fell back, a loud, shameless moan spilling from his parted lips as the hickey bloomed dark and purple against his pale throat.
"YES—yes—mark me—make me yours—everyone needs to know—ahhh—Kota—you own me—you own every inch of me—I'm such a fucking slut for you—such a desperate needy slut—ahhh—don't stop—please don't stop—"
Theo's words dissolved into broken moans as Kota worked his neck, leaving a trail of dark marks from his collarbone to his jaw. The aggressive making out that followed was messy and frantic, tongues sliding wet and hot, teeth clicking together, spit trailing down their chins. Theo's hips rolled forward in desperate circles, grinding his lace covered cocklet against Kota's abs. Kota's hands gripped those massive cheeks through the thin fabric of Theo's suit pants, squeezing and kneading, fingers sinking into the plush flesh.
Twenty minutes passed in a blur of frantic kisses and roaming hands and Theo's constant, breathless stream of needy whimpers. When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, lips swollen and shiny, skin flushed with heat. Theo slid off Kota's lap with shaky legs, his torn shirt hanging open, the blue lace panties completely soaked through with precum.
"Wait," Theo breathed, holding up one trembling finger. "I have something. I have a surprise. I've been preparing all morning. Don't move."
He turned around slowly, deliberately, giving Kota the full view of his massive, shelf like ass straining against the navy suit pants. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down over the dramatic swell of his hips, revealing inch by inch of smooth, pale skin and the delicate blue lace that disappeared into his deep cleft. The pants pooled around his ankles, and Theo bent over, his back arching beautifully, his cheeks spreading just enough to show the glint of something nestled inside him.
Kota leaned forward, expecting the usual buttplug. Theo had worn one to their dinner date. It had become something of a tradition. But what he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
A thin pink string, delicate and satiny, trailed from Theo's hole and hung down between his thighs. The end of it was wrapped around Theo's fingers as he slowly straightened up and backed toward Kota, his massive ass swaying hypnotically with every step.
"They're anal beads," Theo whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and raw excitement. "The eight inch ones. The small thin pink ones because I couldn't handle the larger set. I tried. I really tried. But they were too thick and I got scared. So I got these instead. I put them in this morning before you called. I've been sitting on them all through breakfast with Father. All through the drive. Every bump in the road made them shift inside me and I almost moaned out loud at a stoplight."
He was close enough now that his ass was inches from Kota's face. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes glassy with need, his cheeks flushed a deep, desperate pink. "Please, Kota. Pull them out. Slowly. One by one. I want to feel every single one."
Kota's cock throbbed so hard it ached. He reached out and grabbed the pink string, wrapping it around his fingers. Theo whimpered at the slight tug, his hole clenching around the first bead. Kota pulled. The first bead emerged with a wet, obscene pop, a thick glob of lube dripping down Theo's inner thigh. Theo moaned, his legs trembling.
"One," Kota counted, his voice low and rough.
He pulled again. The second bead slid free, wider than the first, stretching Theo's rim before releasing with another wet pop. Theo's moan was louder this time, his hands braced on his own knees, his back arching deeper.
"Two. You're doing so good, Theo."
"Thank you—ahhh—thank you—keep going—please—"
The third bead came slower, the stretch making Theo gasp and shudder. The fourth was thicker, and Theo's knees buckled slightly, a broken cry tearing from his throat. The fifth was slick and easy, Theo's hole now gaping slightly, the lube dripping steadily onto the office floor. The sixth made him sob with pleasure, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
And the seventh. The final bead. It was the largest of the set, a thick pink sphere that stretched Theo wide before sliding free with a loud, squelching pop. The moment it left his body, Theo came. His tiny cocklet spurted thin ropes of cum onto the floor, his hole clenching and fluttering around nothing, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
"AHHH—KOTA—KOTA—!"
His legs gave out. Kota caught him immediately, strong arms wrapping around Theo's waist and pulling him back against his chest. Theo slumped against him, trembling and panting, cum still leaking from his spent cocklet onto the floor.
"Good job," Kota murmured against his ear, his voice warm and full of praise. "You did so good, Theo."
"Thank you," Theo whispered, his voice hoarse and wrecked. "I only got the small thin ones. I couldn't handle the larger set. I'm sorry. I'll do better next time. I'll practice more. I want to be so good for you. I love you so much, Kota. So much."
Kota moaned at the words, the raw sincerity hitting him somewhere deep. He turned Theo's face toward him and kissed him, soft and deep and full of all the things he didn't know how to say. Theo kissed back eagerly, his hands coming up to cup Kota's face, and within moments the gentleness had burned away into something hungrier.
The aggressive making out resumed, Theo twisting in Kota's lap to press their bodies closer, his torn shirt finally falling away completely, the blue lace panties the only thing left between them.