Yeah, for sure. Because of course it’s the throb of his cock that wakes him up from his rather peaceful sleep. Wondering how the hell he ended up in this position with you, Kusakabe lazily cracks his eyes open and is met with the dimly illuminated view of your apartment ceiling.

On top of him is your exhausted body, leg shifting up every so slightly and then back down unintentionally against the very thing that’s woken him up. Kusakabe parts his lips to let out a slight yawn and doesn’t bother to think about the very very annoying tent in his pants right now.

If he acknowledges it, it’ll only get worse. One thought about how good your leg feels rubbing against his crotch every few minutes is gonna make his head spin. So, he tries to focus on something else—like the fact that your living room light is off now and the source of illumination is coming from the not-so-distant TV that’s playing some old show at a low volume.

Part of him wants to look over and watch the screen for a while to give himself something else to focus on, but the mere prospect of moving even the slightest atom in his body makes him nervous. If he moves; you’ll move. Or worse, you’ll wake up. At the same time though, some of his body aches from laying in this precarious position for so long. It feels like he’s been like this with you for hours.

Based on the way he can’t remember turning the light off earlier, or the way this all started because he had let you rest your head on his shoulder… it was clear he’d been asleep for much longer than he intended to.

Maybe if he tries going back to sleep, he’ll be fine. You’ll eventually wake up and get off him, and by the time that happens, his erection will have gone down on its own!

Unfortunately for him, just as he shuts his eyes and tries to give sleep another try, you make this larger shift against him and inhale strongly, indicating that you’ve woken up. And just like that, he was fucked all over again.

Your head steadily lifts away from his chest, and he watches you through low-lidded eyes as you groggily look around. It’s clear you’re just as confused as he was but, thankfully, you haven’t noticed the bulge against your leg. Or at least it didn’t seem like you’d noticed it yet.

After your quick glance around, your hands adjust on the couch and you push your torso up a bit. Then follows the rest of your body as you adjust yourself entirely.

Kusakabe pretends to be sleeping, so as your gaze inevitably falls down onto his “resting” face, you’re met with the sight of his eyes shut and his expression the calmest you’ve ever seen it. Little did you know, he was in fact watching you through the slimmest cracks of his eyelids.

His vision was a bit blurred due to how he squinted at you but he could see enough to find himself growing unbelievably nervous within a matter of seconds. Sure, all you were doing was looking at him but with one soft tilt of your head, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold up the whole sleeping act for much longer.

Then your hands left the softness of the couch and he could feel so vividly how the pads of your fingers and the tips of your nails made contact with his chest. Just why exactly did you have to place your hands there? Oh how he wishes he had the confidence to open his eyes and just ask you, but by this point his body had gone rigid.

All those thoughts about focusing on everything else aside from your body heat against his went straight out the window because next came the palm of your hands and he could feel your legs shifting around.

You’d used his chest to push yourself further up and allowed your legs to naturally straddle one of his. This movement in particular caused his right leg to slip right off the couch a bit, his heel softly making contact with the floor below.

He felt your body jolt as his leg falling clearly startled you a bit. Kusakabe had no choice but to open his eyes now. He was never much of a heavy sleeper anyway so it would’ve been unnatural for him not to wake up after that.

Blinking to get a full, unobstructed view of you, he watches the way you turn back to look at his leg as if the glance alone would undo the action. Then you brought one hand up over your mouth and gasped so so softly.

Without thought and almost instinctively, Kusakabe’s jaw clenches. You were making this situation so hard for him. Literally.

When you turn your head to him once more and as you so graciously grant him the pleasure of eye contact, it’s quiet for a few beats. That is, until you shyly clear your throat and almost apologetically lean forward a bit just to whisper to him, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Maybe it was the whisper, maybe it was simply the sound of your voice, or maybe it was the fact that he was thinking with everything but the head attached to his neck right now but, Kusakabe swears this is the sexiest he’s ever seen you.

Hell, he almost forgets to say anything for a minute. He just lays there and peers up at you for a minute, watching the sleepiness droop over your eyes as you take such heavy blinks and even noticing the way you’re swaying as if you could flop over and fall right back asleep at any given moment.

Impatiently, you only lean closer and your palm weighs into his chest a bit as your head almost drunkenly sways over into a dramatic tilt, “Hellooo, earth to ‘Kabe.” You murmur.

He bats his eyes at you and realizes then that he never quite responded to you. Clearing his throat and trying to bite back the faint quirking of his lips, “‘Kabe’, huh? That’s a new one.”

It’s not, you called him by that nickname earlier but he’s only deciding to comment on it now.

You seem to smile at the sound of his voice, “Yeah? You like it?”

There’s this weird gentleness in the air. An almost overwhelming sense of something trailing between pure need and unfathomable desire stirring up inside the man. The way you’re looking at him now is as though you wanted to lean down and kiss him.

Kusakabe almost wishes he were making this all up in his head but unfortunately for him, you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Perhaps you were still drunk? Or, maybe it was just your weariness getting to you.

After all, he doesn’t really know how long either of you slept and clearly it wasn’t enough to help you.

The man allows his eyes to flitter elsewhere for a moment as he responds, hoping that the lack of you in his gaze would help the tent in his slacks. “I don’t not like it–”

Before he can even get the last syllable out, you’re cutting him off. “That’s not what I asked,” You clarify, as if he even needed it. Then your hand slips up and your fingertips begin to graze the skin of his neck, “Do you like the nickname or not, Atsuya?”

His eyes lift to the ceiling as he silently pleads for some sort of help or answer as to how to get out of this. And naturally, the sound of his first name exiting your lips so suddenly makes his cock throb. You sounded like you were trying to be demanding, as you typically were.

And yet, all Kusakabe could hear was the sweetness within your tone.

Eventually his eyes make their way back to yours and he allows himself a sigh, “I like anything you call me, miss. Though,” He pauses. His senses were merely dwindling in the back of his mind at this point. It’d be foolish of him to try and deny how he too was in a state similar to yours, minus the liquid intoxication.

His head felt light, his eyes couldn’t focus on your irises alone and instead traveled back and forth between them and your lips, and his body obviously hadn’t been faring well since earlier.

“I do think it’s a bit…” He wasn’t sure the word for it. Y’know, the word to describe the fact that you shouldn’t be calling him by his first name at such an hour. “Unprofessional, if you will, to call me by my first name..”

You could tell there was something else he wanted to add onto the end of his sentence there but, he held his tongue. To that, you raise a single brow, “It’s not my first time doing so, and we’re not in the office right now.”

You watch his mouth open to reply to that but you only cut him off again.

“You’re also in my house,” Your hand slithers further up, palm fully resting on the side of his neck as you feel his pulse race distantly under it. “Laying beneath me, as well.”

He doesn’t even try to hide the way he gulps. Kusakabe wonders desperately if you can tell his body is unusually hot because of you. He needs to move his legs. The lack of friction only makes him ache.

At least before he was able to shift every now and then but now he fears that if he moves, you’ll take one look down and notice.

He goes to say something, though for once he’s not even sure what and before he can even get anything out, he’s interrupted this time by your robe slipping down your shoulder a bit. Wonderful timing, bathrobe.

Instinctively, his hand moves out to slide it back up since you don’t seem to be wearing much, if anything at all, beneath it. As he does so, his fingers graze your skin and the teasing of it all makes you flash the same look at him as you did earlier when he was guiding you through a glass of water.

You let out a breathy little chuckle and that draws his eyes back onto your face, amused himself at the fact that you too find humor in the timing of your attire. “I’m sorry,” You say suddenly.

His brows furrow, “For what?”

“Tonight. I imagine I’m not the easiest to deal with when I’m drunk,” You say. It seemed as though that managed to sober you up a bit, surprisingly enough. Unbeknownst to him though, it was actually the recall of him holding your jaw in the kitchen earlier that helped you snap out of it.

“Do you remember even half of the things you said to me?” Kusakabe says lightly, smiling a bit at your sudden apologetic tone.

You merely shake your head in a way that’s almost innocent. “I remember some of the stuff I said… Which was unprofessional of me so–”

The look on his face cuts you off alone. He appears confused as to why you’re calling anything from tonight unprofessional, putting his comment earlier aside. “It wasn’t. I asked you questions and you answered. Plus I wanted to help.” He reminds you.

Your brows shoot straight up at the sound of that, “You wanted to help?”

“N-Not with-, I mean I wanted to know what was going on with you and then help if I could.” He corrects, his cheeks faintly going red.

“So, now that you know what’s going on, do you want to help me?” And there it was, the question of the night.

No more beating around the bush.

There were many ways Kusakabe could have responded to that question. He could have said no or, he could have breathed out the lustful yes that’d been hanging on the tip of his tongue all night. Yet, instead of it all, he replied with a simple question.

His voice was calm and collected as he uttered, “Can I?”

Your lashes bat. You didn’t know what to say. This is what you wanted to happen, isn’t it? This is how your whole little plan starts, here, in this very moment with your assistant. He’s already wrapped around your finger as is, so perhaps you don’t even need to sleep with him to progress in the way you so desire to.

But, you’re allowed to indulge in something (or someone) you want, no? It doesn’t break any company policies and you’ve also been aching for some attention like this.

Kusakabe lays there staring at you as if he doesn’t regret that two-word question of his. He just looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer him.

But you don’t. Not verbally, anyway. Instead your hand leaves his neck and grabs at his tie. You slide back ever so slightly and give him a small tug, in which his body responds by pushing himself up to sit.

As he comes up, one of his arms so casually slips around your waist and pulls you right back into him so that the distance created is neither vast nor near. Your knee makes the faintest contact with his crotch and his whole expression flickers.

So with you holding his tie and his arm around your waist, you’re the next to lean a little closer with your eyes focused only on his lips as you finally whisper back. “You still didn’t answer my question. Do you want to help me, Atsuya?”

There it was again, his name on your tongue. So sweet and gentle as if you weren’t asking him a very loaded question. Of course he wants to help you. He’s wanted to help you from the moment you revealed to him that your issue was a lack of sex.

He would have very well spread his legs for you to use him to your heart's content if you wished it so from that moment forward. And yet, he acted like he didn't want that at all. Acted as though that was the furthest thing from his mind when earlier in the car he could feel your breath against his neck—drunkenly begging him to help you.

And he knows you did it on purpose, even intoxicated. Because he and you both know damn well he’d never do anything while you were drunk.

But, you’re not drunk now are you? No, you were everything but. Staring at him as if you were starved and speaking to him with that tone that only ever invaded every crevice of his brain and left him rivetingly longing to hear more.

Kusakabe mimics you with the way he responds only through an action, moving his hands down to your thighs and slipping his palms beneath that robe of yours so he could feel the bareness of your skin.

Then he tips his head to the side and leans close enough so that his lips nearly graze yours, “If you’ll let me.” He tells you.

For a while, that’s the last coherent set of dialogue exchanged between the two of you because then your lips were on his. You kissed him first, but with how hungrily he kissed back, it almost didn’t matter who made what move.

It felt like it’d been so long since you’d been touched in the way he was touching you now. Kusakabe was usually attentive and simply followed everything you told him to but now he was getting bolder as his hands gripped onto your thighs and soon pulled you onto his lap.

As soon as you were seated there you felt the neglected bulge of his cock straining against his pants and it only made you wonder how long he’d been like this. How long would he have stayed like that if you hadn’t said anything? Would he have gone off to take care of it later or tried to leave it to die down on its own?

Amid your thinking, you're caught off guard by his tongue pushing into your mouth. You accept the motion and reciprocate it with a hum.

You’re just kissing the man and yet you felt as though you were on cloud nine. It wasn’t until now that you realized just how touch deprived you really were. Kusakabe goes from one bold move to another, from pulling you into his lap to moving a hand off to undo the knot that kept your bathrobe together.

He tugged at it so swiftly that you almost didn't notice until a brief brush of air was caressing the skin of your stomach. Then his hands went to your waist and you felt his mouth push harder against yours.

You didn’t realize what he was doing until the back of your head met the couch and suddenly he was on top of you.

Prying his lips away from yours for only a moment just to latch them onto your neck and suck away at your skin as his hips ground into you and a groan poured out his mouth against the very spot he was sucking on.

You felt the way your legs clasped against him, a heartbeat of heat thumping against the area in which he began to roll his body into. A gasp was elicited from your throat as every sensation you felt seemed to be more vivid than you thought it would be.

And hey, maybe this was just because it’d been a while or maybe it was because you could feel the desperate throb and twitch of his cock rubbing against your cunt with a mere few layers of clothing on his end and one flimsy layer of now-soaked fabric on yours.

Either way, your body felt like it was on fire and he’d really barely even touched you yet. Sure, his lips were all over you and you felt his palms smooth over nearly every inch of your skin, but honestly this was nothing overwhelming yet.

His hips lift and you nearly whine at the lack of pressure against your core until you feel his arm moving, followed by two anxious fingers slipping right in between your folds for nothing more than a greedy feel.

Then came a heavy pant against the side of your neck, his breath gliding all down your throat just as he lifted his mouth to your ear. “You’re soaked, miss.” Kusakabe says in the most delicate whisper, as if the realization alone was enough to make him lose his mind.

You feel his middle finger glide up along your slit and press against your panties, searching eagerly for a moment before he makes contact with your clit and you flinch as if you’d never been touched before. It almost made him laugh but he remembers how you said it’d been a while—apparently long enough to be all jumpy like some virgin.

It was almost cute.

You, his usually composed boss, reduced to breathy moans and batting eyes from the smallest of touches. Kusakabe never realized how good he was with restraint until now.

Moving to kiss you on your cheek, you feel the faint quirk in his lips, “Sensitive, too.” He adds on.

Your voice comes out more airy than you would have liked, “I’m not.” And oh how you wished your body would prove those words to be true.

Yet, with a slow startup of rubbing against your twitching clit, Kusakabe can’t help but smirk right there against your skin. Purring out a taunting, “Yeahh?” as he begins to swat his finger every which way. “Just like you weren’t drunk earlier?”

You wish he’d touch you directly already and quit teasing you, but words were failing you at the moment and all you could do was lay there with a gaped mouth and nod slightly in response.

A moment later and you’re trying to reach a hand down for his wrist. Whispering, “What about you?” while trying to extend past his arm and hopefully make contact with his pants.

Kusakabe scoffs and quickly swats your hand away, “This isn’t about me,” He tells you. Then, while he returns his hand to your heat, he’s slipping beneath your panties and touching you directly as he says, “You needed help, remember? Let me take care of you.”

And take care of you he does. You let your hands relax and finally allow yourself to focus on him. His eyes fall onto yours and he sinks one thick finger into you.

Head tilting to the side in awe, Kusakabe watches the moan pour out past your lips. It’s a soft one that lets him know there’s more to pull out of you from this point on.

The corner of his lips twitch and he can't help but whisper, “See? That feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asks you as he slips in another finger and carefully works out your insides like he knows his way around.

It’s a few eager thrusts at first but it quickly becomes something more as he experimentally curls his fingers—watching your lashes flutter before your eyes meet his.

Now he’s smiling comfortingly at you, “Yeahh, look at that face. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” He coos in a way that's almost condescending, feeling the muscles in your legs clench as if you wanted to close them.

At that, the pace of his fingers picks up and you swear he stops breathing just to hear the wet gurgles your cunt leaks out. It was like filthy music to his ears. His head leans down and rests against your shoulder, allowing you to feel his soft breaths as he felt his head spin with each sinful sound.

It’s quiet for only a moment before his taunting questions persist, “Hm? Talk to me, pretty.” Kusakabe hushes near your skin gingerly, "Let me hear you."

You felt his fingers part inside you, scissoring at your walls and letting your slick lather and coat his skin so sloppily that his tongue was beginning to grow jealous. He really was just getting started. He’d only come this far but he knew he wouldn’t be ending tonight without a taste of you.

A sudden gasp from your throat makes him lift his head and you let off a whine, “There,” you just barely coerce.

To which he presses a soft kiss into your jaw and drives the stubby tips of his fingers deeper into whatever spot he seems to find, “Ohh, right here?”

You nod as he pinpoints that one spot, quickly swatting his thumb in to work at your clit and earn exactly what he wants from you. Your jaw is showered in soft kisses as his fingers play their debauched dance into your gaping hole.

Kusakabe felt his cock twitch wildly against his pants but he ignored it, focused solely on giving you exactly what you complained to have been needing for months. He’s not entirely sure if you’d been able to bring yourself to an orgasm at all lately but he damn sure works to give you one better than before with his fingers alone.

And fuck you were so wet it made it hard for him to think straight. His fingers dove in and out and in and out, synchronizing with the gasps and moans that strung out your slightly parted lips.

If you weren’t every bit gorgeous before, you damn sure are now as you let out sounds sinful enough to send a man to the brink of insanity. One thought occupied his mind, one goal.

“Mhmm,” Kusakabe coaxes you closer and closer to an orgasm as he nuzzles his face into your neck and sucks your skin into his mouth again. Talking into you, “C’mon, give it to me then.” He demands, fingers growing more brutal, “You said this is the spot so give me what I’m lookin’ for.”

He angles himself elsewhere and finally, finally your mouth gapes open with a beautiful hymn of, “Atsuya.”

His hand nearly cramps with how quickly he drives his fingers into you, biting down on your neck just to groan deeply, “There it is.”

Your hands fly to his arms and you squeeze, babbling under your breath about how you’re about to cum but—Kusakabe’s too focused on replaying the sound of his name on your tongue to care. Hell, he’s also too busy trying not to make a fool of himself and finish early in his pants.

Then your nails dig into his arms, a quick but sharp pain he can feel through the fabric of his shirt.

“Let me feel it,” He hushes out to you, slipping up to your ear again and whispering into the crown of it, “Lemme’ feel you cum on my fingers, pretty. Make a fuckin’ mess, I’ve earned it, haven’t I?”

At that, a pitched moan flies right out of your throat and you do exactly as he’s requested (ordered) of you. Clamping down on him in every sense of the verb, you feel your orgasm wash right over you whilst his fingers fuck you through it.

It’s slow the way his digits then slide out of you as your panting dies down and your grip on him lightens up. Kusakabe lets those same fingers graze your skin while he leans up to reposition himself. You feel his wet fingers gloss over your stomach and it gives you time to blink your vision into focus again.

As your eyes settle on him, you now notice that hand of his making way for his mouth—his fingertips diving right in between his lips and settling onto his tongue with a relieved shut of his eyes and a sigh. Deciding to multitask, Kusakabe takes his other hand and reaches down for his pants as he sucks your taste off of his skin.

When his eyes open again, he finds you staring at him and cracks a lazy smirk, pulling his fingers from his mouth with a hum. “You taste good,” He comments casually.

You glance away, “That wasn’t much of a taste.”

He scoffs lightly and his hands find the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up to your chest. Then, his head cocks to the side, “Are you offering me a better one?”

It doesn’t take much for your eyes to find his again, gawking up at him with a gaze just as hungry as the one you’re met with. Then, you grin, “If you want one, sure.”

He lets those brown eyes of his flock down along the gorgeous spread of you below him, his hands following suit as they caress the skin of your thighs.

In that moment, the inside of his mouth began to run rampant with saliva as drool built up. There was an insatiable need to latch the entirety of his facial orifice onto the one in between your legs. You laid beneath him in all your soaked glory and all he could do was stare for a long period of time.

He wanted to dip his tongue so deep inside you that you'd fear he'd find a way to impregnate you with it. And hell, with how starved he was feeling now, perhaps he would.

Kusakabe found his hands moving on their own, fingers fumbling around with the clunky clasp of his belt before he tugged it free from its loops and let out a hefty breath. He'd get around to devouring you in due time, a fact of which he was most sure of.

For now, his priorities lied in freeing his cock. So much so that there's a faint tremble in his fingers whilst he unzips his pants and quickly stuffs a hand past layers 'n layers of fabric just so he could tug it out to breathe.

You don't know if you were really horny or imagining things but you swear his dick swings out with a slobbering wet gasp of its own. His pants and boxers are shoved down his thighs in one go and you're met with the bare sight of a thick cock that drools at the tip for you.

Then you're gulping.

It was safe to say that you never took the time to imagine what Kusakabe's dick would look like, but what was presented to you now surely exceeded any and all expectations by a long shot—literally.

The same hand he'd used to get you off was now wrapped around his base as he hauled his length up few inches and shuffled closer to you. Your legs were still pressed up against your chest but you felt like it wasn't the weight of them that caused your breathing to be erratic—instead it seemed as though the cause of your uneven breaths was the man in front of you.

Kusakabe had a sluggish way of jerking himself off. His hand dragged out along his cock in a manner that made your walls clench around nothing. You swear you've never wanted something to cram its way inside you so bad up until now.

The only sound that filled the room for a while was the wet slicks of him rubbing his palm across his cock. Accompanying this would be a gasp or two from either of your mouths—and eventually, the crisp sound of spit that splattered down onto his shaft. You flinched mildly, hoping he wouldn't notice it (he did), and continued to watch in aroused awe as he rubbed one out to the sight of your spread cunt.

Slick oozed out of your hole and drool was on the verge of spilling over his bottom lip the more he stared. Then his hand would increase the pace of his strokes and his breath would hitch just once before he couldn't take it anymore.

His free hand met your left thigh with an unintentional slap as his fingertips mashed into your skin, grabbing at you like his very life depended on it. Kusakabe nudged himself forward and you looked up at his face to catch the rather feral glimmer in his eyes.

The once patient and attentive man you swore you knew seemed to be gone for a few seconds.

Luckily enough for you, that man returned the very moment his cock landed down against your folds heavily enough to make you moan. After which his eyes ran up to yours and he nibbled on his bottom lip. Mumbling, “Jus’ wanna rub it out, can I?” he asked.

He hardly waited for a proper answer before his hips rolled himself forward. You felt a tingle jolt of pleasure spike throughout your nerves as his round tip ground upwards to press a sloppy kiss against your clit. The movement was too slow and heavy for you to think straight.

Then his head shook once and he scoffed, as if he was already regretting his most recent request. Kusakabe recalled distantly how you were still his boss, how he'd have to face you properly in the office again not too long after this.

With that in mind, he tugs his cock away from your spread with more restraint than he realized he had in him. Your eyes go wide and you watch as he swipes a tongue over his lips and repositions himself again.

He'd be damned if he was going to leave your place after only fingering you. He needed more than that—but certainly not too much.

It was clear that penetrating you with his dick would be too much for him, he'd never be able to work by your side functionally if he did. So, for now, he'd have to penetrate you with the greed of his tongue.

And maybe if you weren't already touch deprived and desperate for any form of sex you could get—you would've argued or even begged for otherwise.

Yet there you were, letting your back arch up and a hand fly to the brown locks of Kusakabe's hair as he greeted your cunt with his drooling mouth. The kisses he left across each labia of yours were slobbed and messy, douses in a thick layer of drool that likely could've been consider nasty had either of you been in your right mind.

His fingers came in to assist his mouth as he spread your folds apart for himself—cock pitifully grinding and weeping against the couch, throbbing with jealousy of his own tongue as it experienced the pleasure of sliding into you.

The tip of his tongue rounds your entrance at first, then it speads past that stubborn ring of resistance with a faint curve in it—quick to slant across your walls and plant his name there. Your nails scraped at his scalp and your hips rolled up for more, so he met this greed of yours by groaning into your cunt and giving you exactly that.

The entirety of the couch began to shift against your floor within minutes, steadily drifting off from it's original placement due to the way you and Kusakabe both ground yourselves into whatever was providing you pleasure in the moment.

For you, it was the feel of his tongue and the cup 'n suction of his mouth, and for him it was the friction the couch provided and the memory of what your pussy felt like. The sensation of you around both his fingers and his tongue served as more than enough to have him thrusting his cum across your poor couch.

You knew he'd made a mess of himself based on the way his mouth became jittery against your cunt as he grunted out curses of your name. Then his eyes drifted up to meet with yours just once and you saw it clear as day that he was absolutely lost in the taste of you.

The corners of his mouth were slicked with both evidence of your arousal and his own drool, and the bottom half of his face was so wet that the mixture was literally dripping off his chin.

Your couch was going to need a deep cleaning after this, surely. One of which Kusakabe would take care of in an instant since he'd already felt responsible for what was happening.

If he hadn't popped a boner somewhere throughout the night then surely none of this would've happened. Surely you would've woken up and dismissed yourself off into your bedroom, ultimately forgetting about the way you'd been drunkenly begging him to fuck you just a few hours ago.

Now that he was doing so with his tongue though, he supposes none of that matters. It was no use dwelling on what-ifs when he had you cumming for the nth time into his mouth.

None of what led up to this was a concern when your body was trembling by the time his tongue was done with its pleasureful assault on both your clit and your insides.

And most importantly, none of the events prior to this moment would—or should—be brought up by the next day if either of you planned to keep your jobs.

If he let this night of assisting you get the better of him, he'd never hear the end of it.

Teasing you when he could, following you around your apartment like a loyal—yet frustrated—dog while you were drunk, ending up licking at your swollen clit as if to apologize for the way he'd sucked on it for the past however many hours… all of it would go to waste if he allowed it to affect him come Monday morning.

And so, after you'd whined out his name for the last time that night and he'd gone the extra mile to gently guide you through a series of care you unconsciously expected from him, Kusakabe was finally moving to leave.

He didn't regret anything thus far, and he had absolutely no plans on it.

But when you turned over in your bed and mumbled, "Thank you, Atsuya." as if he'd done you the greatest favor of all time…

Something in his heart clenched up. Something in his brain froze.

He didn't show it on his face, nor did he turn around and tell you that you didn't have to thank him, but his body certainly absorbed those three words from you entirely.

For the next coming days, that would replay in his mind—and whether or not this was a good thing or a bad thing was wholly unknown to the both of you.

Which, in other words, is dangerous for the future of your relationship.

Was it really possible to have sex for the sake of "assisting" someone?

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Yeah, for sure. Because of course it’s the throb of his cock that wakes him up from his rather peaceful sleep. Wondering how the hell he ended up in this position with you, Kusakabe lazily cracks his eyes open and is met with the dimly illuminated view of your apartment ceiling.

On top of him is your exhausted body, leg shifting up every so slightly and then back down unintentionally against the very thing that’s woken him up. Kusakabe parts his lips to let out a slight yawn and doesn’t bother to think about the very very annoying tent in his pants right now.

If he acknowledges it, it’ll only get worse. One thought about how good your leg feels rubbing against his crotch every few minutes is gonna make his head spin. So, he tries to focus on something else—like the fact that your living room light is off now and the source of illumination is coming from the not-so-distant TV that’s playing some old show at a low volume.

Part of him wants to look over and watch the screen for a while to give himself something else to focus on, but the mere prospect of moving even the slightest atom in his body makes him nervous. If he moves; you’ll move. Or worse, you’ll wake up. At the same time though, some of his body aches from laying in this precarious position for so long. It feels like he’s been like this with you for hours.

Based on the way he can’t remember turning the light off earlier, or the way this all started because he had let you rest your head on his shoulder… it was clear he’d been asleep for much longer than he intended to.

Maybe if he tries going back to sleep, he’ll be fine. You’ll eventually wake up and get off him, and by the time that happens, his erection will have gone down on its own!

Unfortunately for him, just as he shuts his eyes and tries to give sleep another try, you make this larger shift against him and inhale strongly, indicating that you’ve woken up. And just like that, he was fucked all over again.

Your head steadily lifts away from his chest, and he watches you through low-lidded eyes as you groggily look around. It’s clear you’re just as confused as he was but, thankfully, you haven’t noticed the bulge against your leg. Or at least it didn’t seem like you’d noticed it yet.

After your quick glance around, your hands adjust on the couch and you push your torso up a bit. Then follows the rest of your body as you adjust yourself entirely.

Kusakabe pretends to be sleeping, so as your gaze inevitably falls down onto his “resting” face, you’re met with the sight of his eyes shut and his expression the calmest you’ve ever seen it. Little did you know, he was in fact watching you through the slimmest cracks of his eyelids.

His vision was a bit blurred due to how he squinted at you but he could see enough to find himself growing unbelievably nervous within a matter of seconds. Sure, all you were doing was looking at him but with one soft tilt of your head, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold up the whole sleeping act for much longer.

Then your hands left the softness of the couch and he could feel so vividly how the pads of your fingers and the tips of your nails made contact with his chest. Just why exactly did you have to place your hands there? Oh how he wishes he had the confidence to open his eyes and just ask you, but by this point his body had gone rigid.

All those thoughts about focusing on everything else aside from your body heat against his went straight out the window because next came the palm of your hands and he could feel your legs shifting around.

You’d used his chest to push yourself further up and allowed your legs to naturally straddle one of his. This movement in particular caused his right leg to slip right off the couch a bit, his heel softly making contact with the floor below.

He felt your body jolt as his leg falling clearly startled you a bit. Kusakabe had no choice but to open his eyes now. He was never much of a heavy sleeper anyway so it would’ve been unnatural for him not to wake up after that.

Blinking to get a full, unobstructed view of you, he watches the way you turn back to look at his leg as if the glance alone would undo the action. Then you brought one hand up over your mouth and gasped so so softly.

Without thought and almost instinctively, Kusakabe’s jaw clenches. You were making this situation so hard for him. Literally.

When you turn your head to him once more and as you so graciously grant him the pleasure of eye contact, it’s quiet for a few beats. That is, until you shyly clear your throat and almost apologetically lean forward a bit just to whisper to him, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Maybe it was the whisper, maybe it was simply the sound of your voice, or maybe it was the fact that he was thinking with everything but the head attached to his neck right now but, Kusakabe swears this is the sexiest he’s ever seen you.

Hell, he almost forgets to say anything for a minute. He just lays there and peers up at you for a minute, watching the sleepiness droop over your eyes as you take such heavy blinks and even noticing the way you’re swaying as if you could flop over and fall right back asleep at any given moment.

Impatiently, you only lean closer and your palm weighs into his chest a bit as your head almost drunkenly sways over into a dramatic tilt, “Hellooo, earth to ‘Kabe.” You murmur.

He bats his eyes at you and realizes then that he never quite responded to you. Clearing his throat and trying to bite back the faint quirking of his lips, “‘Kabe’, huh? That’s a new one.”

It’s not, you called him by that nickname earlier but he’s only deciding to comment on it now.

You seem to smile at the sound of his voice, “Yeah? You like it?”

There’s this weird gentleness in the air. An almost overwhelming sense of something trailing between pure need and unfathomable desire stirring up inside the man. The way you’re looking at him now is as though you wanted to lean down and kiss him.

Kusakabe almost wishes he were making this all up in his head but unfortunately for him, you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Perhaps you were still drunk? Or, maybe it was just your weariness getting to you.

After all, he doesn’t really know how long either of you slept and clearly it wasn’t enough to help you.

The man allows his eyes to flitter elsewhere for a moment as he responds, hoping that the lack of you in his gaze would help the tent in his slacks. “I don’t not like it–”

Before he can even get the last syllable out, you’re cutting him off. “That’s not what I asked,” You clarify, as if he even needed it. Then your hand slips up and your fingertips begin to graze the skin of his neck, “Do you like the nickname or not, Atsuya?”

His eyes lift to the ceiling as he silently pleads for some sort of help or answer as to how to get out of this. And naturally, the sound of his first name exiting your lips so suddenly makes his cock throb. You sounded like you were trying to be demanding, as you typically were.

And yet, all Kusakabe could hear was the sweetness within your tone.

Eventually his eyes make their way back to yours and he allows himself a sigh, “I like anything you call me, miss. Though,” He pauses. His senses were merely dwindling in the back of his mind at this point. It’d be foolish of him to try and deny how he too was in a state similar to yours, minus the liquid intoxication.

His head felt light, his eyes couldn’t focus on your irises alone and instead traveled back and forth between them and your lips, and his body obviously hadn’t been faring well since earlier.

“I do think it’s a bit…” He wasn’t sure the word for it. Y’know, the word to describe the fact that you shouldn’t be calling him by his first name at such an hour. “Unprofessional, if you will, to call me by my first name..”

You could tell there was something else he wanted to add onto the end of his sentence there but, he held his tongue. To that, you raise a single brow, “It’s not my first time doing so, and we’re not in the office right now.”

You watch his mouth open to reply to that but you only cut him off again.

“You’re also in my house,” Your hand slithers further up, palm fully resting on the side of his neck as you feel his pulse race distantly under it. “Laying beneath me, as well.”

He doesn’t even try to hide the way he gulps. Kusakabe wonders desperately if you can tell his body is unusually hot because of you. He needs to move his legs. The lack of friction only makes him ache.

At least before he was able to shift every now and then but now he fears that if he moves, you’ll take one look down and notice.

He goes to say something, though for once he’s not even sure what and before he can even get anything out, he’s interrupted this time by your robe slipping down your shoulder a bit. Wonderful timing, bathrobe.

Instinctively, his hand moves out to slide it back up since you don’t seem to be wearing much, if anything at all, beneath it. As he does so, his fingers graze your skin and the teasing of it all makes you flash the same look at him as you did earlier when he was guiding you through a glass of water.

You let out a breathy little chuckle and that draws his eyes back onto your face, amused himself at the fact that you too find humor in the timing of your attire. “I’m sorry,” You say suddenly.

His brows furrow, “For what?”

“Tonight. I imagine I’m not the easiest to deal with when I’m drunk,” You say. It seemed as though that managed to sober you up a bit, surprisingly enough. Unbeknownst to him though, it was actually the recall of him holding your jaw in the kitchen earlier that helped you snap out of it.

“Do you remember even half of the things you said to me?” Kusakabe says lightly, smiling a bit at your sudden apologetic tone.

You merely shake your head in a way that’s almost innocent. “I remember some of the stuff I said… Which was unprofessional of me so–”

The look on his face cuts you off alone. He appears confused as to why you’re calling anything from tonight unprofessional, putting his comment earlier aside. “It wasn’t. I asked you questions and you answered. Plus I wanted to help.” He reminds you.

Your brows shoot straight up at the sound of that, “You wanted to help?”

“N-Not with-, I mean I wanted to know what was going on with you and then help if I could.” He corrects, his cheeks faintly going red.

“So, now that you know what’s going on, do you want to help me?” And there it was, the question of the night.

No more beating around the bush.

There were many ways Kusakabe could have responded to that question. He could have said no or, he could have breathed out the lustful yes that’d been hanging on the tip of his tongue all night. Yet, instead of it all, he replied with a simple question.

His voice was calm and collected as he uttered, “Can I?”

Your lashes bat. You didn’t know what to say. This is what you wanted to happen, isn’t it? This is how your whole little plan starts, here, in this very moment with your assistant. He’s already wrapped around your finger as is, so perhaps you don’t even need to sleep with him to progress in the way you so desire to.

But, you’re allowed to indulge in something (or someone) you want, no? It doesn’t break any company policies and you’ve also been aching for some attention like this.

Kusakabe lays there staring at you as if he doesn’t regret that two-word question of his. He just looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer him.

But you don’t. Not verbally, anyway. Instead your hand leaves his neck and grabs at his tie. You slide back ever so slightly and give him a small tug, in which his body responds by pushing himself up to sit.

As he comes up, one of his arms so casually slips around your waist and pulls you right back into him so that the distance created is neither vast nor near. Your knee makes the faintest contact with his crotch and his whole expression flickers.

So with you holding his tie and his arm around your waist, you’re the next to lean a little closer with your eyes focused only on his lips as you finally whisper back. “You still didn’t answer my question. Do you want to help me, Atsuya?”

There it was again, his name on your tongue. So sweet and gentle as if you weren’t asking him a very loaded question. Of course he wants to help you. He’s wanted to help you from the moment you revealed to him that your issue was a lack of sex.

He would have very well spread his legs for you to use him to your heart's content if you wished it so from that moment forward. And yet, he acted like he didn't want that at all. Acted as though that was the furthest thing from his mind when earlier in the car he could feel your breath against his neck—drunkenly begging him to help you.

And he knows you did it on purpose, even intoxicated. Because he and you both know damn well he’d never do anything while you were drunk.

But, you’re not drunk now are you? No, you were everything but. Staring at him as if you were starved and speaking to him with that tone that only ever invaded every crevice of his brain and left him rivetingly longing to hear more.

Kusakabe mimics you with the way he responds only through an action, moving his hands down to your thighs and slipping his palms beneath that robe of yours so he could feel the bareness of your skin.

Then he tips his head to the side and leans close enough so that his lips nearly graze yours, “If you’ll let me.” He tells you.

For a while, that’s the last coherent set of dialogue exchanged between the two of you because then your lips were on his. You kissed him first, but with how hungrily he kissed back, it almost didn’t matter who made what move.

It felt like it’d been so long since you’d been touched in the way he was touching you now. Kusakabe was usually attentive and simply followed everything you told him to but now he was getting bolder as his hands gripped onto your thighs and soon pulled you onto his lap.

As soon as you were seated there you felt the neglected bulge of his cock straining against his pants and it only made you wonder how long he’d been like this. How long would he have stayed like that if you hadn’t said anything? Would he have gone off to take care of it later or tried to leave it to die down on its own?

Amid your thinking, you're caught off guard by his tongue pushing into your mouth. You accept the motion and reciprocate it with a hum.

You’re just kissing the man and yet you felt as though you were on cloud nine. It wasn’t until now that you realized just how touch deprived you really were. Kusakabe goes from one bold move to another, from pulling you into his lap to moving a hand off to undo the knot that kept your bathrobe together.

He tugged at it so swiftly that you almost didn't notice until a brief brush of air was caressing the skin of your stomach. Then his hands went to your waist and you felt his mouth push harder against yours.

You didn’t realize what he was doing until the back of your head met the couch and suddenly he was on top of you.

Prying his lips away from yours for only a moment just to latch them onto your neck and suck away at your skin as his hips ground into you and a groan poured out his mouth against the very spot he was sucking on.

You felt the way your legs clasped against him, a heartbeat of heat thumping against the area in which he began to roll his body into. A gasp was elicited from your throat as every sensation you felt seemed to be more vivid than you thought it would be.

And hey, maybe this was just because it’d been a while or maybe it was because you could feel the desperate throb and twitch of his cock rubbing against your cunt with a mere few layers of clothing on his end and one flimsy layer of now-soaked fabric on yours.

Either way, your body felt like it was on fire and he’d really barely even touched you yet. Sure, his lips were all over you and you felt his palms smooth over nearly every inch of your skin, but honestly this was nothing overwhelming yet.

His hips lift and you nearly whine at the lack of pressure against your core until you feel his arm moving, followed by two anxious fingers slipping right in between your folds for nothing more than a greedy feel.

Then came a heavy pant against the side of your neck, his breath gliding all down your throat just as he lifted his mouth to your ear. “You’re soaked, miss.” Kusakabe says in the most delicate whisper, as if the realization alone was enough to make him lose his mind.

You feel his middle finger glide up along your slit and press against your panties, searching eagerly for a moment before he makes contact with your clit and you flinch as if you’d never been touched before. It almost made him laugh but he remembers how you said it’d been a while—apparently long enough to be all jumpy like some virgin.

It was almost cute.

You, his usually composed boss, reduced to breathy moans and batting eyes from the smallest of touches. Kusakabe never realized how good he was with restraint until now.

Moving to kiss you on your cheek, you feel the faint quirk in his lips, “Sensitive, too.” He adds on.

Your voice comes out more airy than you would have liked, “I’m not.” And oh how you wished your body would prove those words to be true.

Yet, with a slow startup of rubbing against your twitching clit, Kusakabe can’t help but smirk right there against your skin. Purring out a taunting, “Yeahh?” as he begins to swat his finger every which way. “Just like you weren’t drunk earlier?”

You wish he’d touch you directly already and quit teasing you, but words were failing you at the moment and all you could do was lay there with a gaped mouth and nod slightly in response.

A moment later and you’re trying to reach a hand down for his wrist. Whispering, “What about you?” while trying to extend past his arm and hopefully make contact with his pants.

Kusakabe scoffs and quickly swats your hand away, “This isn’t about me,” He tells you. Then, while he returns his hand to your heat, he’s slipping beneath your panties and touching you directly as he says, “You needed help, remember? Let me take care of you.”

And take care of you he does. You let your hands relax and finally allow yourself to focus on him. His eyes fall onto yours and he sinks one thick finger into you.

Head tilting to the side in awe, Kusakabe watches the moan pour out past your lips. It’s a soft one that lets him know there’s more to pull out of you from this point on.

The corner of his lips twitch and he can't help but whisper, “See? That feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asks you as he slips in another finger and carefully works out your insides like he knows his way around.

It’s a few eager thrusts at first but it quickly becomes something more as he experimentally curls his fingers—watching your lashes flutter before your eyes meet his.

Now he’s smiling comfortingly at you, “Yeahh, look at that face. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” He coos in a way that's almost condescending, feeling the muscles in your legs clench as if you wanted to close them.

At that, the pace of his fingers picks up and you swear he stops breathing just to hear the wet gurgles your cunt leaks out. It was like filthy music to his ears. His head leans down and rests against your shoulder, allowing you to feel his soft breaths as he felt his head spin with each sinful sound.

It’s quiet for only a moment before his taunting questions persist, “Hm? Talk to me, pretty.” Kusakabe hushes near your skin gingerly, "Let me hear you."

You felt his fingers part inside you, scissoring at your walls and letting your slick lather and coat his skin so sloppily that his tongue was beginning to grow jealous. He really was just getting started. He’d only come this far but he knew he wouldn’t be ending tonight without a taste of you.

A sudden gasp from your throat makes him lift his head and you let off a whine, “There,” you just barely coerce.

To which he presses a soft kiss into your jaw and drives the stubby tips of his fingers deeper into whatever spot he seems to find, “Ohh, right here?”

You nod as he pinpoints that one spot, quickly swatting his thumb in to work at your clit and earn exactly what he wants from you. Your jaw is showered in soft kisses as his fingers play their debauched dance into your gaping hole.

Kusakabe felt his cock twitch wildly against his pants but he ignored it, focused solely on giving you exactly what you complained to have been needing for months. He’s not entirely sure if you’d been able to bring yourself to an orgasm at all lately but he damn sure works to give you one better than before with his fingers alone.

And fuck you were so wet it made it hard for him to think straight. His fingers dove in and out and in and out, synchronizing with the gasps and moans that strung out your slightly parted lips.

If you weren’t every bit gorgeous before, you damn sure are now as you let out sounds sinful enough to send a man to the brink of insanity. One thought occupied his mind, one goal.

“Mhmm,” Kusakabe coaxes you closer and closer to an orgasm as he nuzzles his face into your neck and sucks your skin into his mouth again. Talking into you, “C’mon, give it to me then.” He demands, fingers growing more brutal, “You said this is the spot so give me what I’m lookin’ for.”

He angles himself elsewhere and finally, finally your mouth gapes open with a beautiful hymn of, “Atsuya.”

His hand nearly cramps with how quickly he drives his fingers into you, biting down on your neck just to groan deeply, “There it is.”

Your hands fly to his arms and you squeeze, babbling under your breath about how you’re about to cum but—Kusakabe’s too focused on replaying the sound of his name on your tongue to care. Hell, he’s also too busy trying not to make a fool of himself and finish early in his pants.

Then your nails dig into his arms, a quick but sharp pain he can feel through the fabric of his shirt.

“Let me feel it,” He hushes out to you, slipping up to your ear again and whispering into the crown of it, “Lemme’ feel you cum on my fingers, pretty. Make a fuckin’ mess, I’ve earned it, haven’t I?”

At that, a pitched moan flies right out of your throat and you do exactly as he’s requested (ordered) of you. Clamping down on him in every sense of the verb, you feel your orgasm wash right over you whilst his fingers fuck you through it.

It’s slow the way his digits then slide out of you as your panting dies down and your grip on him lightens up. Kusakabe lets those same fingers graze your skin while he leans up to reposition himself. You feel his wet fingers gloss over your stomach and it gives you time to blink your vision into focus again.

As your eyes settle on him, you now notice that hand of his making way for his mouth—his fingertips diving right in between his lips and settling onto his tongue with a relieved shut of his eyes and a sigh. Deciding to multitask, Kusakabe takes his other hand and reaches down for his pants as he sucks your taste off of his skin.

When his eyes open again, he finds you staring at him and cracks a lazy smirk, pulling his fingers from his mouth with a hum. “You taste good,” He comments casually.

You glance away, “That wasn’t much of a taste.”

He scoffs lightly and his hands find the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up to your chest. Then, his head cocks to the side, “Are you offering me a better one?”

It doesn’t take much for your eyes to find his again, gawking up at him with a gaze just as hungry as the one you’re met with. Then, you grin, “If you want one, sure.”

He lets those brown eyes of his flock down along the gorgeous spread of you below him, his hands following suit as they caress the skin of your thighs.

In that moment, the inside of his mouth began to run rampant with saliva as drool built up. There was an insatiable need to latch the entirety of his facial orifice onto the one in between your legs. You laid beneath him in all your soaked glory and all he could do was stare for a long period of time.

He wanted to dip his tongue so deep inside you that you'd fear he'd find a way to impregnate you with it. And hell, with how starved he was feeling now, perhaps he would.

Kusakabe found his hands moving on their own, fingers fumbling around with the clunky clasp of his belt before he tugged it free from its loops and let out a hefty breath. He'd get around to devouring you in due time, a fact of which he was most sure of.

For now, his priorities lied in freeing his cock. So much so that there's a faint tremble in his fingers whilst he unzips his pants and quickly stuffs a hand past layers 'n layers of fabric just so he could tug it out to breathe.

You don't know if you were really horny or imagining things but you swear his dick swings out with a slobbering wet gasp of its own. His pants and boxers are shoved down his thighs in one go and you're met with the bare sight of a thick cock that drools at the tip for you.

Then you're gulping.

It was safe to say that you never took the time to imagine what Kusakabe's dick would look like, but what was presented to you now surely exceeded any and all expectations by a long shot—literally.

The same hand he'd used to get you off was now wrapped around his base as he hauled his length up few inches and shuffled closer to you. Your legs were still pressed up against your chest but you felt like it wasn't the weight of them that caused your breathing to be erratic—instead it seemed as though the cause of your uneven breaths was the man in front of you.

Kusakabe had a sluggish way of jerking himself off. His hand dragged out along his cock in a manner that made your walls clench around nothing. You swear you've never wanted something to cram its way inside you so bad up until now.

The only sound that filled the room for a while was the wet slicks of him rubbing his palm across his cock. Accompanying this would be a gasp or two from either of your mouths—and eventually, the crisp sound of spit that splattered down onto his shaft. You flinched mildly, hoping he wouldn't notice it (he did), and continued to watch in aroused awe as he rubbed one out to the sight of your spread cunt.

Slick oozed out of your hole and drool was on the verge of spilling over his bottom lip the more he stared. Then his hand would increase the pace of his strokes and his breath would hitch just once before he couldn't take it anymore.

His free hand met your left thigh with an unintentional slap as his fingertips mashed into your skin, grabbing at you like his very life depended on it. Kusakabe nudged himself forward and you looked up at his face to catch the rather feral glimmer in his eyes.

The once patient and attentive man you swore you knew seemed to be gone for a few seconds.

Luckily enough for you, that man returned the very moment his cock landed down against your folds heavily enough to make you moan. After which his eyes ran up to yours and he nibbled on his bottom lip. Mumbling, “Jus’ wanna rub it out, can I?” he asked.

He hardly waited for a proper answer before his hips rolled himself forward. You felt a tingle jolt of pleasure spike throughout your nerves as his round tip ground upwards to press a sloppy kiss against your clit. The movement was too slow and heavy for you to think straight.

Then his head shook once and he scoffed, as if he was already regretting his most recent request. Kusakabe recalled distantly how you were still his boss, how he'd have to face you properly in the office again not too long after this.

With that in mind, he tugs his cock away from your spread with more restraint than he realized he had in him. Your eyes go wide and you watch as he swipes a tongue over his lips and repositions himself again.

He'd be damned if he was going to leave your place after only fingering you. He needed more than that—but certainly not too much.

It was clear that penetrating you with his dick would be too much for him, he'd never be able to work by your side functionally if he did. So, for now, he'd have to penetrate you with the greed of his tongue.

And maybe if you weren't already touch deprived and desperate for any form of sex you could get—you would've argued or even begged for otherwise.

Yet there you were, letting your back arch up and a hand fly to the brown locks of Kusakabe's hair as he greeted your cunt with his drooling mouth. The kisses he left across each labia of yours were slobbed and messy, douses in a thick layer of drool that likely could've been consider nasty had either of you been in your right mind.

His fingers came in to assist his mouth as he spread your folds apart for himself—cock pitifully grinding and weeping against the couch, throbbing with jealousy of his own tongue as it experienced the pleasure of sliding into you.

The tip of his tongue rounds your entrance at first, then it speads past that stubborn ring of resistance with a faint curve in it—quick to slant across your walls and plant his name there. Your nails scraped at his scalp and your hips rolled up for more, so he met this greed of yours by groaning into your cunt and giving you exactly that.

The entirety of the couch began to shift against your floor within minutes, steadily drifting off from it's original placement due to the way you and Kusakabe both ground yourselves into whatever was providing you pleasure in the moment.

For you, it was the feel of his tongue and the cup 'n suction of his mouth, and for him it was the friction the couch provided and the memory of what your pussy felt like. The sensation of you around both his fingers and his tongue served as more than enough to have him thrusting his cum across your poor couch.

You knew he'd made a mess of himself based on the way his mouth became jittery against your cunt as he grunted out curses of your name. Then his eyes drifted up to meet with yours just once and you saw it clear as day that he was absolutely lost in the taste of you.

The corners of his mouth were slicked with both evidence of your arousal and his own drool, and the bottom half of his face was so wet that the mixture was literally dripping off his chin.

Your couch was going to need a deep cleaning after this, surely. One of which Kusakabe would take care of in an instant since he'd already felt responsible for what was happening.

If he hadn't popped a boner somewhere throughout the night then surely none of this would've happened. Surely you would've woken up and dismissed yourself off into your bedroom, ultimately forgetting about the way you'd been drunkenly begging him to fuck you just a few hours ago.

Now that he was doing so with his tongue though, he supposes none of that matters. It was no use dwelling on what-ifs when he had you cumming for the nth time into his mouth.

None of what led up to this was a concern when your body was trembling by the time his tongue was done with its pleasureful assault on both your clit and your insides.

And most importantly, none of the events prior to this moment would—or should—be brought up by the next day if either of you planned to keep your jobs.

If he let this night of assisting you get the better of him, he'd never hear the end of it.

Teasing you when he could, following you around your apartment like a loyal—yet frustrated—dog while you were drunk, ending up licking at your swollen clit as if to apologize for the way he'd sucked on it for the past however many hours… all of it would go to waste if he allowed it to affect him come Monday morning.

And so, after you'd whined out his name for the last time that night and he'd gone the extra mile to gently guide you through a series of care you unconsciously expected from him, Kusakabe was finally moving to leave.

He didn't regret anything thus far, and he had absolutely no plans on it.

But when you turned over in your bed and mumbled, "Thank you, Atsuya." as if he'd done you the greatest favor of all time…

Something in his heart clenched up. Something in his brain froze.

He didn't show it on his face, nor did he turn around and tell you that you didn't have to thank him, but his body certainly absorbed those three words from you entirely.

For the next coming days, that would replay in his mind—and whether or not this was a good thing or a bad thing was wholly unknown to the both of you.

Which, in other words, is dangerous for the future of your relationship.

Was it really possible to have sex for the sake of "assisting" someone?

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Yeah, for sure. Because of course it’s the throb of his cock that wakes him up from his rather peaceful sleep. Wondering how the hell he ended up in this position with you, Kusakabe lazily cracks his eyes open and is met with the dimly illuminated view of your apartment ceiling.

On top of him is your exhausted body, leg shifting up every so slightly and then back down unintentionally against the very thing that’s woken him up. Kusakabe parts his lips to let out a slight yawn and doesn’t bother to think about the very very annoying tent in his pants right now.

If he acknowledges it, it’ll only get worse. One thought about how good your leg feels rubbing against his crotch every few minutes is gonna make his head spin. So, he tries to focus on something else—like the fact that your living room light is off now and the source of illumination is coming from the not-so-distant TV that’s playing some old show at a low volume.

Part of him wants to look over and watch the screen for a while to give himself something else to focus on, but the mere prospect of moving even the slightest atom in his body makes him nervous. If he moves; you’ll move. Or worse, you’ll wake up. At the same time though, some of his body aches from laying in this precarious position for so long. It feels like he’s been like this with you for hours.

Based on the way he can’t remember turning the light off earlier, or the way this all started because he had let you rest your head on his shoulder… it was clear he’d been asleep for much longer than he intended to.

Maybe if he tries going back to sleep, he’ll be fine. You’ll eventually wake up and get off him, and by the time that happens, his erection will have gone down on its own!

Unfortunately for him, just as he shuts his eyes and tries to give sleep another try, you make this larger shift against him and inhale strongly, indicating that you’ve woken up. And just like that, he was fucked all over again.

Your head steadily lifts away from his chest, and he watches you through low-lidded eyes as you groggily look around. It’s clear you’re just as confused as he was but, thankfully, you haven’t noticed the bulge against your leg. Or at least it didn’t seem like you’d noticed it yet.

After your quick glance around, your hands adjust on the couch and you push your torso up a bit. Then follows the rest of your body as you adjust yourself entirely.

Kusakabe pretends to be sleeping, so as your gaze inevitably falls down onto his “resting” face, you’re met with the sight of his eyes shut and his expression the calmest you’ve ever seen it. Little did you know, he was in fact watching you through the slimmest cracks of his eyelids.

His vision was a bit blurred due to how he squinted at you but he could see enough to find himself growing unbelievably nervous within a matter of seconds. Sure, all you were doing was looking at him but with one soft tilt of your head, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold up the whole sleeping act for much longer.

Then your hands left the softness of the couch and he could feel so vividly how the pads of your fingers and the tips of your nails made contact with his chest. Just why exactly did you have to place your hands there? Oh how he wishes he had the confidence to open his eyes and just ask you, but by this point his body had gone rigid.

All those thoughts about focusing on everything else aside from your body heat against his went straight out the window because next came the palm of your hands and he could feel your legs shifting around.

You’d used his chest to push yourself further up and allowed your legs to naturally straddle one of his. This movement in particular caused his right leg to slip right off the couch a bit, his heel softly making contact with the floor below.

He felt your body jolt as his leg falling clearly startled you a bit. Kusakabe had no choice but to open his eyes now. He was never much of a heavy sleeper anyway so it would’ve been unnatural for him not to wake up after that.

Blinking to get a full, unobstructed view of you, he watches the way you turn back to look at his leg as if the glance alone would undo the action. Then you brought one hand up over your mouth and gasped so so softly.

Without thought and almost instinctively, Kusakabe’s jaw clenches. You were making this situation so hard for him. Literally.

When you turn your head to him once more and as you so graciously grant him the pleasure of eye contact, it’s quiet for a few beats. That is, until you shyly clear your throat and almost apologetically lean forward a bit just to whisper to him, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Maybe it was the whisper, maybe it was simply the sound of your voice, or maybe it was the fact that he was thinking with everything but the head attached to his neck right now but, Kusakabe swears this is the sexiest he’s ever seen you.

Hell, he almost forgets to say anything for a minute. He just lays there and peers up at you for a minute, watching the sleepiness droop over your eyes as you take such heavy blinks and even noticing the way you’re swaying as if you could flop over and fall right back asleep at any given moment.

Impatiently, you only lean closer and your palm weighs into his chest a bit as your head almost drunkenly sways over into a dramatic tilt, “Hellooo, earth to ‘Kabe.” You murmur.

He bats his eyes at you and realizes then that he never quite responded to you. Clearing his throat and trying to bite back the faint quirking of his lips, “‘Kabe’, huh? That’s a new one.”

It’s not, you called him by that nickname earlier but he’s only deciding to comment on it now.

You seem to smile at the sound of his voice, “Yeah? You like it?”

There’s this weird gentleness in the air. An almost overwhelming sense of something trailing between pure need and unfathomable desire stirring up inside the man. The way you’re looking at him now is as though you wanted to lean down and kiss him.

Kusakabe almost wishes he were making this all up in his head but unfortunately for him, you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Perhaps you were still drunk? Or, maybe it was just your weariness getting to you.

After all, he doesn’t really know how long either of you slept and clearly it wasn’t enough to help you.

The man allows his eyes to flitter elsewhere for a moment as he responds, hoping that the lack of you in his gaze would help the tent in his slacks. “I don’t not like it–”

Before he can even get the last syllable out, you’re cutting him off. “That’s not what I asked,” You clarify, as if he even needed it. Then your hand slips up and your fingertips begin to graze the skin of his neck, “Do you like the nickname or not, Atsuya?”

His eyes lift to the ceiling as he silently pleads for some sort of help or answer as to how to get out of this. And naturally, the sound of his first name exiting your lips so suddenly makes his cock throb. You sounded like you were trying to be demanding, as you typically were.

And yet, all Kusakabe could hear was the sweetness within your tone.

Eventually his eyes make their way back to yours and he allows himself a sigh, “I like anything you call me, miss. Though,” He pauses. His senses were merely dwindling in the back of his mind at this point. It’d be foolish of him to try and deny how he too was in a state similar to yours, minus the liquid intoxication.

His head felt light, his eyes couldn’t focus on your irises alone and instead traveled back and forth between them and your lips, and his body obviously hadn’t been faring well since earlier.

“I do think it’s a bit…” He wasn’t sure the word for it. Y’know, the word to describe the fact that you shouldn’t be calling him by his first name at such an hour. “Unprofessional, if you will, to call me by my first name..”

You could tell there was something else he wanted to add onto the end of his sentence there but, he held his tongue. To that, you raise a single brow, “It’s not my first time doing so, and we’re not in the office right now.”

You watch his mouth open to reply to that but you only cut him off again.

“You’re also in my house,” Your hand slithers further up, palm fully resting on the side of his neck as you feel his pulse race distantly under it. “Laying beneath me, as well.”

He doesn’t even try to hide the way he gulps. Kusakabe wonders desperately if you can tell his body is unusually hot because of you. He needs to move his legs. The lack of friction only makes him ache.

At least before he was able to shift every now and then but now he fears that if he moves, you’ll take one look down and notice.

He goes to say something, though for once he’s not even sure what and before he can even get anything out, he’s interrupted this time by your robe slipping down your shoulder a bit. Wonderful timing, bathrobe.

Instinctively, his hand moves out to slide it back up since you don’t seem to be wearing much, if anything at all, beneath it. As he does so, his fingers graze your skin and the teasing of it all makes you flash the same look at him as you did earlier when he was guiding you through a glass of water.

You let out a breathy little chuckle and that draws his eyes back onto your face, amused himself at the fact that you too find humor in the timing of your attire. “I’m sorry,” You say suddenly.

His brows furrow, “For what?”

“Tonight. I imagine I’m not the easiest to deal with when I’m drunk,” You say. It seemed as though that managed to sober you up a bit, surprisingly enough. Unbeknownst to him though, it was actually the recall of him holding your jaw in the kitchen earlier that helped you snap out of it.

“Do you remember even half of the things you said to me?” Kusakabe says lightly, smiling a bit at your sudden apologetic tone.

You merely shake your head in a way that’s almost innocent. “I remember some of the stuff I said… Which was unprofessional of me so–”

The look on his face cuts you off alone. He appears confused as to why you’re calling anything from tonight unprofessional, putting his comment earlier aside. “It wasn’t. I asked you questions and you answered. Plus I wanted to help.” He reminds you.

Your brows shoot straight up at the sound of that, “You wanted to help?”

“N-Not with-, I mean I wanted to know what was going on with you and then help if I could.” He corrects, his cheeks faintly going red.

“So, now that you know what’s going on, do you want to help me?” And there it was, the question of the night.

No more beating around the bush.

There were many ways Kusakabe could have responded to that question. He could have said no or, he could have breathed out the lustful yes that’d been hanging on the tip of his tongue all night. Yet, instead of it all, he replied with a simple question.

His voice was calm and collected as he uttered, “Can I?”

Your lashes bat. You didn’t know what to say. This is what you wanted to happen, isn’t it? This is how your whole little plan starts, here, in this very moment with your assistant. He’s already wrapped around your finger as is, so perhaps you don’t even need to sleep with him to progress in the way you so desire to.

But, you’re allowed to indulge in something (or someone) you want, no? It doesn’t break any company policies and you’ve also been aching for some attention like this.

Kusakabe lays there staring at you as if he doesn’t regret that two-word question of his. He just looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer him.

But you don’t. Not verbally, anyway. Instead your hand leaves his neck and grabs at his tie. You slide back ever so slightly and give him a small tug, in which his body responds by pushing himself up to sit.

As he comes up, one of his arms so casually slips around your waist and pulls you right back into him so that the distance created is neither vast nor near. Your knee makes the faintest contact with his crotch and his whole expression flickers.

So with you holding his tie and his arm around your waist, you’re the next to lean a little closer with your eyes focused only on his lips as you finally whisper back. “You still didn’t answer my question. Do you want to help me, Atsuya?”

There it was again, his name on your tongue. So sweet and gentle as if you weren’t asking him a very loaded question. Of course he wants to help you. He’s wanted to help you from the moment you revealed to him that your issue was a lack of sex.

He would have very well spread his legs for you to use him to your heart's content if you wished it so from that moment forward. And yet, he acted like he didn't want that at all. Acted as though that was the furthest thing from his mind when earlier in the car he could feel your breath against his neck—drunkenly begging him to help you.

And he knows you did it on purpose, even intoxicated. Because he and you both know damn well he’d never do anything while you were drunk.

But, you’re not drunk now are you? No, you were everything but. Staring at him as if you were starved and speaking to him with that tone that only ever invaded every crevice of his brain and left him rivetingly longing to hear more.

Kusakabe mimics you with the way he responds only through an action, moving his hands down to your thighs and slipping his palms beneath that robe of yours so he could feel the bareness of your skin.

Then he tips his head to the side and leans close enough so that his lips nearly graze yours, “If you’ll let me.” He tells you.

For a while, that’s the last coherent set of dialogue exchanged between the two of you because then your lips were on his. You kissed him first, but with how hungrily he kissed back, it almost didn’t matter who made what move.

It felt like it’d been so long since you’d been touched in the way he was touching you now. Kusakabe was usually attentive and simply followed everything you told him to but now he was getting bolder as his hands gripped onto your thighs and soon pulled you onto his lap.

As soon as you were seated there you felt the neglected bulge of his cock straining against his pants and it only made you wonder how long he’d been like this. How long would he have stayed like that if you hadn’t said anything? Would he have gone off to take care of it later or tried to leave it to die down on its own?

Amid your thinking, you're caught off guard by his tongue pushing into your mouth. You accept the motion and reciprocate it with a hum.

You’re just kissing the man and yet you felt as though you were on cloud nine. It wasn’t until now that you realized just how touch deprived you really were. Kusakabe goes from one bold move to another, from pulling you into his lap to moving a hand off to undo the knot that kept your bathrobe together.

He tugged at it so swiftly that you almost didn't notice until a brief brush of air was caressing the skin of your stomach. Then his hands went to your waist and you felt his mouth push harder against yours.

You didn’t realize what he was doing until the back of your head met the couch and suddenly he was on top of you.

Prying his lips away from yours for only a moment just to latch them onto your neck and suck away at your skin as his hips ground into you and a groan poured out his mouth against the very spot he was sucking on.

You felt the way your legs clasped against him, a heartbeat of heat thumping against the area in which he began to roll his body into. A gasp was elicited from your throat as every sensation you felt seemed to be more vivid than you thought it would be.

And hey, maybe this was just because it’d been a while or maybe it was because you could feel the desperate throb and twitch of his cock rubbing against your cunt with a mere few layers of clothing on his end and one flimsy layer of now-soaked fabric on yours.

Either way, your body felt like it was on fire and he’d really barely even touched you yet. Sure, his lips were all over you and you felt his palms smooth over nearly every inch of your skin, but honestly this was nothing overwhelming yet.

His hips lift and you nearly whine at the lack of pressure against your core until you feel his arm moving, followed by two anxious fingers slipping right in between your folds for nothing more than a greedy feel.

Then came a heavy pant against the side of your neck, his breath gliding all down your throat just as he lifted his mouth to your ear. “You’re soaked, miss.” Kusakabe says in the most delicate whisper, as if the realization alone was enough to make him lose his mind.

You feel his middle finger glide up along your slit and press against your panties, searching eagerly for a moment before he makes contact with your clit and you flinch as if you’d never been touched before. It almost made him laugh but he remembers how you said it’d been a while—apparently long enough to be all jumpy like some virgin.

It was almost cute.

You, his usually composed boss, reduced to breathy moans and batting eyes from the smallest of touches. Kusakabe never realized how good he was with restraint until now.

Moving to kiss you on your cheek, you feel the faint quirk in his lips, “Sensitive, too.” He adds on.

Your voice comes out more airy than you would have liked, “I’m not.” And oh how you wished your body would prove those words to be true.

Yet, with a slow startup of rubbing against your twitching clit, Kusakabe can’t help but smirk right there against your skin. Purring out a taunting, “Yeahh?” as he begins to swat his finger every which way. “Just like you weren’t drunk earlier?”

You wish he’d touch you directly already and quit teasing you, but words were failing you at the moment and all you could do was lay there with a gaped mouth and nod slightly in response.

A moment later and you’re trying to reach a hand down for his wrist. Whispering, “What about you?” while trying to extend past his arm and hopefully make contact with his pants.

Kusakabe scoffs and quickly swats your hand away, “This isn’t about me,” He tells you. Then, while he returns his hand to your heat, he’s slipping beneath your panties and touching you directly as he says, “You needed help, remember? Let me take care of you.”

And take care of you he does. You let your hands relax and finally allow yourself to focus on him. His eyes fall onto yours and he sinks one thick finger into you.

Head tilting to the side in awe, Kusakabe watches the moan pour out past your lips. It’s a soft one that lets him know there’s more to pull out of you from this point on.

The corner of his lips twitch and he can't help but whisper, “See? That feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asks you as he slips in another finger and carefully works out your insides like he knows his way around.

It’s a few eager thrusts at first but it quickly becomes something more as he experimentally curls his fingers—watching your lashes flutter before your eyes meet his.

Now he’s smiling comfortingly at you, “Yeahh, look at that face. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” He coos in a way that's almost condescending, feeling the muscles in your legs clench as if you wanted to close them.

At that, the pace of his fingers picks up and you swear he stops breathing just to hear the wet gurgles your cunt leaks out. It was like filthy music to his ears. His head leans down and rests against your shoulder, allowing you to feel his soft breaths as he felt his head spin with each sinful sound.

It’s quiet for only a moment before his taunting questions persist, “Hm? Talk to me, pretty.” Kusakabe hushes near your skin gingerly, "Let me hear you."

You felt his fingers part inside you, scissoring at your walls and letting your slick lather and coat his skin so sloppily that his tongue was beginning to grow jealous. He really was just getting started. He’d only come this far but he knew he wouldn’t be ending tonight without a taste of you.

A sudden gasp from your throat makes him lift his head and you let off a whine, “There,” you just barely coerce.

To which he presses a soft kiss into your jaw and drives the stubby tips of his fingers deeper into whatever spot he seems to find, “Ohh, right here?”

You nod as he pinpoints that one spot, quickly swatting his thumb in to work at your clit and earn exactly what he wants from you. Your jaw is showered in soft kisses as his fingers play their debauched dance into your gaping hole.

Kusakabe felt his cock twitch wildly against his pants but he ignored it, focused solely on giving you exactly what you complained to have been needing for months. He’s not entirely sure if you’d been able to bring yourself to an orgasm at all lately but he damn sure works to give you one better than before with his fingers alone.

And fuck you were so wet it made it hard for him to think straight. His fingers dove in and out and in and out, synchronizing with the gasps and moans that strung out your slightly parted lips.

If you weren’t every bit gorgeous before, you damn sure are now as you let out sounds sinful enough to send a man to the brink of insanity. One thought occupied his mind, one goal.

“Mhmm,” Kusakabe coaxes you closer and closer to an orgasm as he nuzzles his face into your neck and sucks your skin into his mouth again. Talking into you, “C’mon, give it to me then.” He demands, fingers growing more brutal, “You said this is the spot so give me what I’m lookin’ for.”

He angles himself elsewhere and finally, finally your mouth gapes open with a beautiful hymn of, “Atsuya.”

His hand nearly cramps with how quickly he drives his fingers into you, biting down on your neck just to groan deeply, “There it is.”

Your hands fly to his arms and you squeeze, babbling under your breath about how you’re about to cum but—Kusakabe’s too focused on replaying the sound of his name on your tongue to care. Hell, he’s also too busy trying not to make a fool of himself and finish early in his pants.

Then your nails dig into his arms, a quick but sharp pain he can feel through the fabric of his shirt.

“Let me feel it,” He hushes out to you, slipping up to your ear again and whispering into the crown of it, “Lemme’ feel you cum on my fingers, pretty. Make a fuckin’ mess, I’ve earned it, haven’t I?”

At that, a pitched moan flies right out of your throat and you do exactly as he’s requested (ordered) of you. Clamping down on him in every sense of the verb, you feel your orgasm wash right over you whilst his fingers fuck you through it.

It’s slow the way his digits then slide out of you as your panting dies down and your grip on him lightens up. Kusakabe lets those same fingers graze your skin while he leans up to reposition himself. You feel his wet fingers gloss over your stomach and it gives you time to blink your vision into focus again.

As your eyes settle on him, you now notice that hand of his making way for his mouth—his fingertips diving right in between his lips and settling onto his tongue with a relieved shut of his eyes and a sigh. Deciding to multitask, Kusakabe takes his other hand and reaches down for his pants as he sucks your taste off of his skin.

When his eyes open again, he finds you staring at him and cracks a lazy smirk, pulling his fingers from his mouth with a hum. “You taste good,” He comments casually.

You glance away, “That wasn’t much of a taste.”

He scoffs lightly and his hands find the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up to your chest. Then, his head cocks to the side, “Are you offering me a better one?”

It doesn’t take much for your eyes to find his again, gawking up at him with a gaze just as hungry as the one you’re met with. Then, you grin, “If you want one, sure.”

He lets those brown eyes of his flock down along the gorgeous spread of you below him, his hands following suit as they caress the skin of your thighs.

In that moment, the inside of his mouth began to run rampant with saliva as drool built up. There was an insatiable need to latch the entirety of his facial orifice onto the one in between your legs. You laid beneath him in all your soaked glory and all he could do was stare for a long period of time.

He wanted to dip his tongue so deep inside you that you'd fear he'd find a way to impregnate you with it. And hell, with how starved he was feeling now, perhaps he would.

Kusakabe found his hands moving on their own, fingers fumbling around with the clunky clasp of his belt before he tugged it free from its loops and let out a hefty breath. He'd get around to devouring you in due time, a fact of which he was most sure of.

For now, his priorities lied in freeing his cock. So much so that there's a faint tremble in his fingers whilst he unzips his pants and quickly stuffs a hand past layers 'n layers of fabric just so he could tug it out to breathe.

You don't know if you were really horny or imagining things but you swear his dick swings out with a slobbering wet gasp of its own. His pants and boxers are shoved down his thighs in one go and you're met with the bare sight of a thick cock that drools at the tip for you.

Then you're gulping.

It was safe to say that you never took the time to imagine what Kusakabe's dick would look like, but what was presented to you now surely exceeded any and all expectations by a long shot—literally.

The same hand he'd used to get you off was now wrapped around his base as he hauled his length up few inches and shuffled closer to you. Your legs were still pressed up against your chest but you felt like it wasn't the weight of them that caused your breathing to be erratic—instead it seemed as though the cause of your uneven breaths was the man in front of you.

Kusakabe had a sluggish way of jerking himself off. His hand dragged out along his cock in a manner that made your walls clench around nothing. You swear you've never wanted something to cram its way inside you so bad up until now.

The only sound that filled the room for a while was the wet slicks of him rubbing his palm across his cock. Accompanying this would be a gasp or two from either of your mouths—and eventually, the crisp sound of spit that splattered down onto his shaft. You flinched mildly, hoping he wouldn't notice it (he did), and continued to watch in aroused awe as he rubbed one out to the sight of your spread cunt.

Slick oozed out of your hole and drool was on the verge of spilling over his bottom lip the more he stared. Then his hand would increase the pace of his strokes and his breath would hitch just once before he couldn't take it anymore.

His free hand met your left thigh with an unintentional slap as his fingertips mashed into your skin, grabbing at you like his very life depended on it. Kusakabe nudged himself forward and you looked up at his face to catch the rather feral glimmer in his eyes.

The once patient and attentive man you swore you knew seemed to be gone for a few seconds.

Luckily enough for you, that man returned the very moment his cock landed down against your folds heavily enough to make you moan. After which his eyes ran up to yours and he nibbled on his bottom lip. Mumbling, “Jus’ wanna rub it out, can I?” he asked.

He hardly waited for a proper answer before his hips rolled himself forward. You felt a tingle jolt of pleasure spike throughout your nerves as his round tip ground upwards to press a sloppy kiss against your clit. The movement was too slow and heavy for you to think straight.

Then his head shook once and he scoffed, as if he was already regretting his most recent request. Kusakabe recalled distantly how you were still his boss, how he'd have to face you properly in the office again not too long after this.

With that in mind, he tugs his cock away from your spread with more restraint than he realized he had in him. Your eyes go wide and you watch as he swipes a tongue over his lips and repositions himself again.

He'd be damned if he was going to leave your place after only fingering you. He needed more than that—but certainly not too much.

It was clear that penetrating you with his dick would be too much for him, he'd never be able to work by your side functionally if he did. So, for now, he'd have to penetrate you with the greed of his tongue.

And maybe if you weren't already touch deprived and desperate for any form of sex you could get—you would've argued or even begged for otherwise.

Yet there you were, letting your back arch up and a hand fly to the brown locks of Kusakabe's hair as he greeted your cunt with his drooling mouth. The kisses he left across each labia of yours were slobbed and messy, douses in a thick layer of drool that likely could've been consider nasty had either of you been in your right mind.

His fingers came in to assist his mouth as he spread your folds apart for himself—cock pitifully grinding and weeping against the couch, throbbing with jealousy of his own tongue as it experienced the pleasure of sliding into you.

The tip of his tongue rounds your entrance at first, then it speads past that stubborn ring of resistance with a faint curve in it—quick to slant across your walls and plant his name there. Your nails scraped at his scalp and your hips rolled up for more, so he met this greed of yours by groaning into your cunt and giving you exactly that.

The entirety of the couch began to shift against your floor within minutes, steadily drifting off from it's original placement due to the way you and Kusakabe both ground yourselves into whatever was providing you pleasure in the moment.

For you, it was the feel of his tongue and the cup 'n suction of his mouth, and for him it was the friction the couch provided and the memory of what your pussy felt like. The sensation of you around both his fingers and his tongue served as more than enough to have him thrusting his cum across your poor couch.

You knew he'd made a mess of himself based on the way his mouth became jittery against your cunt as he grunted out curses of your name. Then his eyes drifted up to meet with yours just once and you saw it clear as day that he was absolutely lost in the taste of you.

The corners of his mouth were slicked with both evidence of your arousal and his own drool, and the bottom half of his face was so wet that the mixture was literally dripping off his chin.

Your couch was going to need a deep cleaning after this, surely. One of which Kusakabe would take care of in an instant since he'd already felt responsible for what was happening.

If he hadn't popped a boner somewhere throughout the night then surely none of this would've happened. Surely you would've woken up and dismissed yourself off into your bedroom, ultimately forgetting about the way you'd been drunkenly begging him to fuck you just a few hours ago.

Now that he was doing so with his tongue though, he supposes none of that matters. It was no use dwelling on what-ifs when he had you cumming for the nth time into his mouth.

None of what led up to this was a concern when your body was trembling by the time his tongue was done with its pleasureful assault on both your clit and your insides.

And most importantly, none of the events prior to this moment would—or should—be brought up by the next day if either of you planned to keep your jobs.

If he let this night of assisting you get the better of him, he'd never hear the end of it.

Teasing you when he could, following you around your apartment like a loyal—yet frustrated—dog while you were drunk, ending up licking at your swollen clit as if to apologize for the way he'd sucked on it for the past however many hours… all of it would go to waste if he allowed it to affect him come Monday morning.

And so, after you'd whined out his name for the last time that night and he'd gone the extra mile to gently guide you through a series of care you unconsciously expected from him, Kusakabe was finally moving to leave.

He didn't regret anything thus far, and he had absolutely no plans on it.

But when you turned over in your bed and mumbled, "Thank you, Atsuya." as if he'd done you the greatest favor of all time…

Something in his heart clenched up. Something in his brain froze.

He didn't show it on his face, nor did he turn around and tell you that you didn't have to thank him, but his body certainly absorbed those three words from you entirely.

For the next coming days, that would replay in his mind—and whether or not this was a good thing or a bad thing was wholly unknown to the both of you.

Which, in other words, is dangerous for the future of your relationship.

Was it really possible to have sex for the sake of "assisting" someone?

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