Her Boyfriend Didn’t Wait for Him to Finish Working From Home

Daniel’s fingers flew over the keyboard. Work piled up before his eyes, and he felt that familiar urgency to get everything wrapped up as soon as possible. It wasn’t an unusual amount, but he was an unbearable perfectionist who couldn’t stand leaving anything to chance. He paid attention to every detail. If something wasn’t exactly the way he wanted it, he went back over it, and if necessary, he started from scratch. It was his greatest source of pride and, almost always, also of stress.

The good thing about working from home was not wasting a single minute commuting. As soon as his phone alarm rang, he got out of bed as if propelled by a spring, made himself a coffee, and sat down in front of the computer with his favorite mug. Getting dressed was optional. On days like that, with no video meetings scheduled, he took advantage of the chance to turn the T-shirt and boxers he’d slept in into his office uniform. That way he could get to work without delay. He settled into his chair, turned the living room into his office, and plunged into a sea of data, spreadsheets, and pending emails.

The clock on the screen said it was a little past nine-thirty when he caught sight of Bruno out of the corner of his eye. His boyfriend worked afternoons, so he usually lingered in bed for a good while, stealing the warmth Daniel had left between the sheets. He saw him cross the hallway toward the kitchen wearing only the same white briefs he’d slept in. They outlined absolutely everything: the heavy bulge of his cock hanging to one side, the round shape of his balls, and, when he turned for a moment, the firm curve of that dark ass that looked hand-carved. Daniel got lost in his backside as he watched him pass. It wasn’t until Bruno disappeared through the door that he shook his head and went back to his tasks. This was not the time for lust. It was time to work.

While his eyes ran over numbers and letters, he found an error. A task pending approval that, although already finished, was missing an important piece of information. It wasn’t critical or decisive, but its mere presence made his nerves flare and he felt an overwhelming need to fix it. He sent an email so the warning wouldn’t go unnoticed and threw himself into correcting it. He got so absorbed that he didn’t notice Bruno behind him, watching silently, until a tingling at the nape of his neck made him turn his head.

“How’s it going?” his boyfriend asked.

Bruno scratched the back of his neck, a light touch to announce his presence without interrupting his rhythm. Daniel turned his face slightly. Bruno’s package was at neck level. If he looked up, he could admire his anatomy in the foreground, from a deliciously low angle: his cock outlined under the white cotton, the dark shadow of his pubic hair showing through, the shape of his balls hanging heavy.

Bruno was slimmer than he was. He worked in a warehouse, lifting and moving things all day, constant effort that kept him toned. The opposite of Daniel, whose sedentary job had gathered into a small fold of fat over the waistband of his briefs. They both wore their hair short, Daniel’s more chestnut, Bruno’s darker and jet-black. Bruno also wore a mustache and goatee, a detail that gave him a look Daniel adored. And then there was that line of hair running straight from his navel and disappearing under his underwear. That trail drove him crazy. A whole play of contrasts with his own fair skin, always shaved smooth: Daniel was one of those obsessives who couldn’t tolerate the slightest shadow of stubble.

“Fine,” he answered. “Though someone left this half-done and now I have to finish it. It’s a pain…”

“No meetings today?”

It was more of a statement than a question. Bruno knew perfectly well that if his boyfriend didn’t get ready to sit down and work, the day wasn’t going to be very important.

“No,” Daniel confirmed.

“Then we could start the morning with a proper wake-up fuck. I need some attention too, and last night you left me wanting you to suck me off…”

“I can’t now. I need to finish this.”

The night before, Bruno had come home late and exhausted. A shelf loaded with sacks had given way under the weight and collapsed. No one was injured, but the supervisor made them stay for overtime to clean everything up. Saying the man was well liked would have been a blatant lie. Bruno got home in the middle of the night with just enough strength left to strip, and as soon as he dropped onto the mattress, he was out cold. Daniel didn’t want to disturb him, so he just covered him and gave him a good-night kiss.

Now, though, Bruno had rested and had all his energy back and his cock was itching for action. Daniel felt something settle on his shoulder. An odd touch, warm, heavy, with a pulse of its own. He finished typing the line and turned to see what it was. It wasn’t Bruno’s hand. He had pulled his briefs down to mid-thigh and rested his cock there, still soft but thickening by the second, with the foreskin pulled back and the purplish head peeking out a hand’s breadth from his lips.

“Come on… I know you want it too. Look at how it’s getting hard all by itself thinking about your mouth.”

“Not now, seriously.”

What came next was his hands. Bruno caught his trapezius muscles and began kneading them slowly. He wasn’t a trained masseur, but he knew how to find the tightest muscles and press just enough to loosen them. Daniel let out a moan as the fingers dug in and sent waves of relief through him. He had built up too much tension and needed to let it out. His whole body gave in and the keys stopped clacking. And all the while, that cock stayed resting on his shoulder, hotter and harder by the second, brushing his neck with a weight that reminded him every instant of what was within reach.

“Yes… there… better… ah… Bruno…”

Even though he was still a perfectionist, one of the things his boyfriend had taught him was to slow down. He didn’t have to be so exacting or hunt down the tiniest flaw to fix it. The company moved forward thanks to his work and everyone else’s, without a couple of imperfections spoiling anything.

As soon as he had melted under his fingers, Bruno sealed the last source of resistance—his words—with a kiss. The hair on his face, though not very thick, scratched Daniel’s lips and his clean-shaven face. He knew he already had Daniel all to himself and duty wasn’t going to win him back. He let a hand slip beneath Daniel’s underwear, caught his now half-hard cock, and began jerking him off gently, sliding the foreskin up and down with his thumb, pressing the tip with his fingertip on each stroke. He could feel him trembling as he opened his legs almost mechanically and leaned back as far as the chair allowed. Daniel answered with the opposite movement, sliding his hand up to wrap his fingers around Bruno’s naked cock, which was already throbbing hard and thick, with a clear drop of precome beading at the head.

He picked it up with the tip of his thumb and spread it over the whole crown, tracing slow circles that made Bruno let out a rough gasp. He squeezed the base with a closed fist, feeling the cock pulse against his palm, and began stroking it up and down with a firm rhythm, while with his other hand he cradled Bruno’s balls, heavy, tight, already tucked up against his body. Bruno let him do it, jaw clenched, not taking his hand off Daniel’s own cock, which was now soaking his fingers.

It only took a short while of that hand play for him to forget completely that he was on the clock. The touch had done its job and left them both in the arms of desire. Daniel didn’t want to work anymore: he wanted to suck. A few small tugs told him what he was craving. Bruno straightened up and presented his cock at mouth level, so close that Daniel caught the smell of clean skin and a freshly awakened man, and took it in without thinking twice. It seemed the light coffee from breakfast had been nowhere near enough.

He started at the tip, licking it with a flat tongue, circling the swollen head, tasting the salty fluid that kept oozing out. He kissed the crown, sucked it as if it were a candy, and then swallowed it whole in one go, until his nose buried itself in Bruno’s pubic hair and the hot flesh struck the back of his throat. He choked for a second, swallowed, and slowly came back up, leaving a thick thread of saliva hanging from his lower lip.

From above, Bruno watched first the tip and then the whole cock disappear between his boyfriend’s lips. He bit his own lip, a gesture of pure appetite. His dark eyes never left Daniel, never left the way he guided him along the path of sensation. He stroked Daniel’s hair while with his other hand he pinched his nipples, delighting in the urge to strip him bare and fuck him all the way through.

“That’s it, baby, suck it all… like that, all the way down… fuck, you’re so good at it…”

Daniel obeyed. He pulled it out of his mouth only to give Bruno a long lick from the balls to the tip, one over each testicle, sucking them one by one with his lips closed around them. He went back to the cock, swallowed it again to the hilt, and began pumping with his mouth at a fast pace, his cheeks hollowed by the suction, while with his free hand he squeezed and stroked Bruno’s balls. Saliva dribbled down his chin and fingers, and Bruno moaned and pushed Daniel’s head without ever really forcing him, setting the tempo.

On the screen, the numbers and letters kept moving. The workday continued without him. The company intranet stayed active, dotted with private chat notifications and incoming emails. Its faint hum disturbed Daniel not at all as he stayed devoted to sucking while jerking himself through his briefs. He went down to Bruno’s pubic hair, came back up without letting go of the cock, and lingered on the tip before plunging it back to the hilt. Under normal circumstances he could have gone on like that for quite a while, but he didn’t want to neglect work any more than necessary, in case it aroused suspicion. And besides, desire grew inside him like a need. He wanted the whole damn thing, wanted to feel that cock buried in his ass.

He stood up with a defiant look, as if challenging his boyfriend to prove who was in charge. He took off his T-shirt and stole another kiss that Bruno, enervated with need, broke off to shove him onto the table, back to him.

A yank on his underwear left his ass bare. Bruno bent down and spread his cheeks with both hands, exposing the pink hole, tight, still closed. He spit on it, a thick gob of saliva that slid down slowly, and plunged his tongue between the cheeks without warning. Daniel moaned loudly, his cheek pressed to the table’s cold wood, and arched his back for more. Bruno ate his ass hungrily, his beard scraping Daniel’s buttocks, his stiff tongue going in and out, drawing circles over his rim and awakening every nerve.

When he had him wet, slick, throbbing, Bruno straightened up and guided his cock, lubricated by the frenzy of the blowjob and by his own saliva, toward the hole. The tip met resistance at first. He did not give up: he kept the pressure on while Daniel adjusted to his size, breathing deeply and moaning in response. He couldn’t and didn’t want to clench shut, and Bruno eventually slid in with a slow, firm thrust, feeling the sphincter yield and open around him. He was a slow lover, the kind who took his time going in and out so every sensation would be as intense as possible. Now and then he pulled out completely, his cock shining with fluids, only to drive back in to the hilt with the force and speed of lightning, his balls slapping Daniel’s perineum. Every time he did, Daniel let out a strangled sigh that vanished helplessly into the air of the living room.

“Your little ass is so fucking good… Come on, take the whole cock…”

“Yeah… fuck me like that… harder, Bruno…”

He grabbed Daniel by the hips and sped up. The wet sound of flesh against flesh filled the living room, mixed with the sharp blows of hips against ass. Daniel had to brace both hands on the table to keep from being thrown forward, and he felt the cock enter him all the way, thick and hot, hitting the exact spot that sent a jolt straight through his back.

If all his workdays were like this… At that moment, on the laptop screen, a notification appeared with a name that caught his attention. His boss. And it looked important. He reached for the keyboard, read the message, and started drafting a reply without Bruno stopping his thrusts. He didn’t want him to stop anyway. He preferred working with that cock splitting him open to sitting in the chair with nothing moving through him inside. Bruno was annoyed at having to share Daniel’s attention with the computer.

“No way!” he exclaimed.

The thread of the message was left half-finished, with a tangle of meaningless letters at the end. Bruno took Daniel by the belly and dragged him along to the chair. He sat down hard, cock pointing at the ceiling, and lowered Daniel onto him. The whole weight of his boyfriend dropped onto his erect member while he kept thrusting up from below. Daniel’s reaction was first surprise; then alarm at the computer, which nearly fell off the table; finally overwhelming pleasure when all that flesh penetrated him with the added force of gravity and drove itself all the way home. All of that in the space of a second. The cry that burst from his throat was a strange mix of the three, an amalgam some neighbor must have heard without being able to understand what it was about.

Bruno wrapped his arms around him, held him tight against his chest, and in a biting whisper asked him in the ear:

“And what are you going to do now? With a cock in your guts, let’s see if you can answer your boss…”

Nothing. Just let himself be possessed, be made into Bruno’s, get fucked at Bruno’s pace. Daniel lifted his feet, still wearing socks, and propped them against the edge of the table to push the laptop to a safe spot and, in passing, open himself fully to every thrust. With his legs spread and his thighs trembling, he started bouncing on Bruno’s cock, going up and down, letting gravity drive it to the hilt each time. Every stroke inward was a brief moan that, taken together, sounded like the rhythmic beat of a song. Every time Daniel sank down, he felt the cock opening him from within and brushing his prostate, and every time he rose he felt the emptiness left behind and the urge to fill it again.

Bruno bit his neck, licked his ear, pinched his nipples with his fingers until he moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He bit Daniel’s shoulder to keep from shouting himself, and kept pushing him upward from below, fucking him with his hips while Daniel let himself go limp like a rag doll. The chair creaked under the double weight and the motion, and a bead of sweat slid down Daniel’s chest until it mingled with the fluid already leaking from his cock.

Daniel kept jerking himself off, squeezing every bit of glory out of that morning. He worked his cock with a clenched fist, fast, his hand flying from base to tip, foreskin pulled all the way back and the head red, swollen, glossy. He felt everything tightening from his balls to his throat, felt Bruno drive him upward with a deeper thrust than the others, felt the cock inside him hit the exact spot that made him explode, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He came all at once: a first thick jet that splattered across his chest and brushed his chin, then another, and another, until his chest itself was white with semen. He was careful to aim at his own chest so he wouldn’t stain the furniture or, above all, the computer. A couple of drops fell to the floor; he could let that slide. He deflated all at once, like a balloon, his ass still clenching and spasming around the cock that was still inside.

“Give me yours…” he murmured. “I want you to come on me.”

He slowly got up, feeling the emptiness left by the cock sliding out, and knelt on the floor, mouth open, tongue out. Bruno stood and wrapped a fist around his cock, still glossy and slick, and jerked it hard a hand’s breadth from Daniel’s face. He clenched his teeth, growled, and milked out the last strokes until he emptied himself in spurts over Daniel’s chest, on top of his own semen, with a few drops reaching his chin, his lips, and even one eyelid. Daniel stuck out his tongue and caught what he could, swallowing it with a purr. Bruno had given everything he had and was on the edge of exhaustion, but he preferred that kind of tiredness to the one work gave him.

“I’d missed the morning fuck…” Bruno commented, panting, with his cock still in his hand, dripping the last remnants.

“Me too. Pass me the toilet paper, please.”

Bruno went to the bathroom while Daniel reclaimed his seat, warm and a little damp, with his ass still open and throbbing from the fucking. He had to reread what he’d written to pick up the thread of the conversation with his boss and finish sending the reply. When his boyfriend brought him the toilet roll, he cleaned the semen off his chest, his neck, and his chin thoroughly, and went back to his tasks. Both of their clothes stayed scattered on the floor until well into the morning.

He wasn’t going to have meetings, so it didn’t matter much if he didn’t get dressed.