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“RYO!” Dee called out, ducking under desks to search for his missing partner.

He pouted. This wasn’t funny anymore. He knocked on the door to Commissioner Rose’s office, not bothering to wait for a reply before barging in.

“Have you seen Ryo?” he asked with a hint of exasperation.

Berkeley peered over his rectangular spectacles and scrutinized Dee like a speck of dust. He closed the file he had been working on and cleared his throat.

“No. I was going to ask him to accompany me on a case. I need the best sniper, which would be him. I would ask JJ, but he’s sick today,” he noted.

“Damn,” Dee muttered to himself.

“Well, I must be going,” Berkeley stated with blasé, grabbing his trench coat.

Dee garbled incoherently to himself, angrily pacing the commissioner’s room. Where could that man be? All of a sudden, he heard a muffled thud a few paces away under the commissioner’s desk. Dee slowly padded over to the table, peeking over the expanse of the wood. Ryo lay there, struggling with rope and duct tape.

“Ryo!” Dee squealed, jumping over the obstacle to get to his beloved.

Ryo held out his hands, which were bound by thick twine. His obsidian eyes flashed with annoyance when Dee hesitated. Dee ripped the tape off of his mouth and Ryo inhaled gulps of air like a starving man.

“Thanks, Dee. Now would you mind untying me?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I kind of like you like this,” Dee leered.

“That’s not funny,” Ryo frowned.

“It’s not meant to be funny,” he replied with a solemn face.

“BIKKY!” Ryo shrieked.

“He went to summer camp, remember?” Dee cackled maniacally. “Everyone’s gone except for you and me.”

Ryo swallowed thickly, knowing exactly where this was leading.

“Now, now, Dee. We shouldn’t be doing this here. This is the commissioner’s office. It’s not… ethical to take my virtue without my consent,” Ryo reasoned.

“Consent, conshment,” Dee retorted, pulling the buttons off both of their work shirts and tossing them aside.

“Dee! Stop!” Ryo pleaded, thrashing against the floor. “You’re a sick man, Dee!”

“Yes, yes I am. Damn proud of it, too,” he snickered.

He dragged butterfly kisses from Ryo’s cheek to his neck. He sucked in the skin, gently biting the tender flesh as Ryo ceased his antagonism. His breaths began to come in harsh puffs. His cheeks were flushed with desire and Dee moved down to his pale pink nipple. He outlined with his tongue, never touching it directly.

“Dee… Dee, please,” Ryo begged.

“Please what?” Dee murmured against his skin.

The cold air made Ryo’s wet skin shiver and his nipple hardened. Without waiting for an answer, Dee took the pebble into his mouth and gently bit the erogenous zone. Ryo sighed with pleasure as he repeated the suction and the delicate caress. Dee removed his mouth to find Ryo’s own. Dee traced the contour of his lips with his tongue while massaging the bulge in Ryo’s pants. He moaned, allowing Dee access into his mouth, which Dee took full advantage of. Dee touched every curve inside the hot, wet orifice. Without stopping, he picked Ryo up and placed him on the desk. Since his hands were tied in front of him, he grasped Dee’s pants, trying to undo the zipper and button.

Dee detached their make-out session and moved Ryo’s hands away, flipping his body over. Dee’s palms crawled the length of Ryo’s lean body idly as he kissed his muscular back. Halting at his jeans, he unfastened the belt and slipped the offending garment down to his knees. He slipped his hand into his boxers, kneading the taut member. At the same time, he slipped his finger on his other hand into his mouth, coating it with saliva. He pulled his hand away from Ryo’s stiffness and made him go on his hands and knees. Slowly, he guided his lubricated finger to Ryo’s ass, prodding the tight hole. With much resistance, he pushed the tip of his finger in. Ryo whimpered when the entire thing went in.

“Relax,” Dee cooed.

Ryo panted abrasively as Dee pumped his finger in and out, adding a twisting motion when he hit his prostate.

“Fu… fuck… Hard… Harder,” Ryo demanded.

Dee obliged, adding another finger to the mix. Just as Ryo was at the brink of ejaculating, he stopped, slipping his fingers out. Ryo whined for him to continue.

“I’m so close,” he said huskily.

“You’ll get even closer by the time we leave,” Dee whispered next to his ear.

Dee leisurely stroked his length, rubbing his testicles with ease. His scrotum tightened into a hard ball. Pre-cum dripped from the head of his penis. He smeared it along the span of his dick and repeatedly brushed it against his course pubic hair. When he was teetering the edge, he stopped. He grasped onto Ryo’s waist and held his cock in the other hand.

“Are you sure about this?” Dee queried.

“Yes,” Ryo hissed.

He guided the head to the gap. With one fluid motion, he slipped the entire thing into Ryo, stretching him. Ryo cried out in pain and pleasure as Dee began to move in and out. Dee started to pump Ryo’s dick in his hand as he drove into his virgin ass.

“Fas… Faster,” Ryo panted.

Dee thrusted into him faster and harder, pounding his balls against his firm ass. He felt the first signs of tightening in his crotch.

“Sh-shit, Ryo. I’m gonna cum,” Dee warned.

Ryo didn’t reply. The only acknowledgement Dee received was him ramming backwards violently and powerfully, clenching his ass muscles. With three more vigorous lunges, he released his sperm into Ryo’s bowels while still jacking him off. Moments later, Ryo ejaculated all over Dee’s hand and onto the desk. A few scattered papers were also sprayed with Ryo’s semen. Dee fell on top of the part Japanese man, basking in their afterglow.

Minutes later, Dee removed himself from Ryo’s back and helped him up, untying the rope.

“Who tied you up anyway?” Dee questioned.

“Rose,” was his answer.

“Why?” he asked.

Ryo shrugged. No matter how much Dee hated Berkeley Rose, he had to thank him for the opportunity.

“Are you crying, Dee?” Ryo frowned.

“No. Just thinking,” he responded innocently.

Ryo observed him warily before rubbing his wrists where the rope had been. The skin there was now tender and red. He slowly got dressed, feeling sore, but sated. Without warning, the door creaked open. At the frame stood Commissioner Rose, holding a stack of papers. He stared at the half naked men in his room and smelled the sex. He turned, clumsily closed the door and left.




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