#completed thread.

It explained so much. The constant whining, and bitching Tom had been spreading around the gym. He wasn’t all surprised, but he knew the male wasn’t going to outright ask for anything. Especially sober. Shoving the key into the lock, he was thankful enough the ass had locked the gym. Catching sight of the empty bottles on the ring, he rolled his eyes as he moved into the office. Dropping his keys loudly on the desk to notify him that he was here, “So you do listen when need something” stopping at his chair before turning it around so the other could face him, “I kind of like you like this a little to much”

Pushing down his biological need had been something he'd always done, and he knew what he was getting himself into when he made that choice. If he'd been sober things would have gone as they had, he'd have figured out something to deal with the side effects of his choice. Not this time, he was drunk and let slip of his current condition to his boss, of all people. He'd done what he was told and left his little spot in the ring to sit in the chair as he was told, spinning around until the other actual showed up. He didn't stop until he was forced to, "Like what? Needy for you?" He said, not entirely amused by this, nor that he was, indeed, needing him now.

“Just needy” smirk forming along his lips. He leaned over the chair, his fingers tightening on either side of the chair, “admitting you need something from me” loosening his hand before gripping his chin, “you where going to get on your knees weren’t you?” tone low, as his hand gripped his chin hard, tugging him closer to him. “Get out of my chair” tone firm, as he stared him down for a moment. He could slid right out underneath him, and let them them change positions, “while you’re doing that, take off your shirt. You reek of my good stuff” making a slight face, though that wouldn’t be a huge bother. Just gave him an excuse to have the other undress as he slid into his chair, waiting for him to do what he asked.

He sat back in the chair unable to go anywhere else because of it Greyson could very easily get into his space. He had to keep himself from biting his lip, he didn't want to give the other the satisfaction that he was having any sort of effect on him. If he'd been more sober he would have a better handle on this, but since he wasn't he couldn't help the way his breathing came out more shaky. Fuck, he thought, already losing before they even got started. "I hate you." He said with zero amount of malice or the supposed hate he didn't actually have. Greyson gave him an order, a simple one, and Thomas found himself obeying it with very little fight. Fuck, fuck, he thought as he slid off of the chair with a huff, a pout on his lips. "Do I? Surprised you had anything decent." He'd say, pulling over the tank top he'd been wearing over his head and tossing it onto the floor.

He couldn’t help the eye roll, again. He had all but begged for him to show up. Hate was a strong word, he knew that wasn’t how Tom really felt. They wouldn’t of worked with each other for so long, if so. “Shut up” reaching forward and gabbing him by his sweats. “You wanted me here, just as much as I wanted you on your knees” tugging him down torwards him, his other hand gripping his chin, “You suddenly all talk?” making him look at him, as he loosened his grip on pants. His free hand dragged slowly up his abdomen, nails sliding along his taunt skin. “You owe me a whole liquor store, don’t forget” his fingernails traveled along his side and around and over his back, leaving little marks along his skin, “On your knees” allowing him to do that himself, as he undid his jeans slowly.  Easily leaning back into the chair as his hand abandoned his skin and ran roughly through his hair. “Be a good boy” smirk appearing back on his lips.

As much as his mouth spouted off his body was doing its own thing, following orders like the good submissive he could have been. His mouth was doing the fighting while his body gave in. "Shut up." He found himself saying, although he was right, he knew this that's why he had asked him to come here. He needed him, wanted, even. He was forced to look at him all the while his other moved down his bare chest, slowly leaving Tom with his heart beating heavily against his chest. "We'll... see." He said breathlessly, unable to hide the soft moan that he managed to drag out of him, god did he love the way his nails felt against his skin. On your knees, he followed it, falling to his knees in front of him, the little nickname had him glaring up at him.

He knew he couldn’t help himself, despite how much the submissive part of him needed this, wanted this. His lips kept spewing off comments, which only encouraged him him to be rougher. His fingers tightened in his hair, as he tugged him further down, “your reactions say otherwise, boy” knowing how much he didn’t like that. All the more reason to use it, frequently. “Do you need help with where you mouth should go?” his other hand undoing his zipper slow as he had no issue freeing himself from the confines of his tight jeans.

As soon as he'd freed his member, Tom moved himself closer, a hand wrapping itself around him. With a lick of his lips he brought his mouth down, wrapping around the tip at first. His tongue would dart teasingly across the top, swirling around before he swallowed even more of him into his mouth. He went as far as he was allowing himself his tongue moving along his length as he worked to make him hard. Using the hand that was wrapped around the base, too, working him in tandem with his mouth.

His fingers tug roughly through his hair as nails scratch along his scalp. A lift of his hips slightly, shoving Tom’s head further down his cock. Encouraging his mouth to take him to the throat.  Nothing about it is soft, while he bites his bottom lip watching the other take more of him into his mouth. His other hand slides along the side of his fence as his thumb outlines his jaw, “Good boy” lips pulling into a smirk, as he leans into his chair enjoying the sight of him on his knees a little to much.

He'd groan as he took in more of him, his hands would move to rest on Greyson's thighs. Fingers dug into his leg the moment he felt him hit the back of his throat. He sat there for a moment, his girth almost too much for him to take. He wouldn't admit it openly, but he thoroughly love being used like this. It made him feel good as he struggled and choked around his cock. He'd swallow, and the moment Greyson loosened his hold on his hair he pushed himself up a little. Enough that it wasn't hitting his throat, another moan muffled as he sucked.

Feeling just how difficult it was for the other to take him to the throat. He loosened his grip in his hair, allowing the other to move his head at will. He didn’t stop his nails from scraping along his scalp, rocking his hips.. slow. He didn’t want to do all the work, he knew Thomas was capable. The guy had dropped to his knees, easily. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, listening to the other moan. He liked it a little to much, listening  to the other moan while on his knees for him. Almost enough to send him eyes rolling back with a smirk on his lips.  His thumb continued to trace along “you’re doing so so good” tone low, hand pushing to the back of his neck as he gripped it tightly, nails pushing into skin. He wanted to thread his nails down his back, and mark him.  He’d wait, focused on how good his mouth was, how close he was. His own breath hitching in his throat, his head laying back, eyes still on the other.

The words of affirmation only served to make him feel like the good submissive he fought so hard to be. Deep down he knew he'd thrive off of those words the more he did, and thus why he continued doing what he was doing. Aiming to please the dominant as much as he could in his current position. His tongue swirling around him as he bobbed his head, making sure to suck as he went along. He'd moan around him as he felt the nails digging into his back, marking him as Greyson's, for the time being. He wanted more of that, he wanted Greyson to make him hurt, just like he had just moments before, gagging on his cock as it hit the back of his throat. It drove him to continue, to seek out what he wants so badly from Greyson, to hear him speak of him as a good boy, even if he often played as though he hated it.

He couldn’t help himself. Nails digging into the back of his neck, as the other sent vibrations down his cock as he moaned.  His head falls back,  hips meeting every bob of his head.  He was so close. He had no time to ask the other if he would be able to take him all. Thomas was a good boy, he’d handle it.   His nails dragged up his neck, till he was tugging at his hair.  Roughly.  His hips lifted himself off his chair as he shoved his cock as rough as he could against the back of his throat.  The pressure enough to make him come. His entire body shook as he held onto the top of his head.  Fingers tight. His moan quiet, teeth digging hard into his bottom lip. “Fuck” breathing out,  free hand allowing his thumb to wipe along his bottom lip as he tugs him slowly off,  “what a good boy” looking down a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.   He brings his thumb to his lips, licking himself off his finger slowly. His knee teasingly presses itself between his legs. Nudging his length right against his pants. “Do you think you deserve something in return?”

The sudden uptick in his roughness only turned Tom on more. He felt it between his own legs, leaking and in dire need of attention. Not yet, not until Greyson used him like he wanted, like what Thomas wanted. To be a good boy and used thoroughly, and he got that when Greyson bucked up into his mouth. Pushing all of him into Tom's mouth, he'd gag around him but he didn't care. He'd take all of him and what came after, it hitting the back of his throat forcing its way down.  Greysom slowly allowed him to release his spent cock out of his used mouth, leaving kneeling there panting and aroused. He had to keep himself from whining the moment the knee touched him, the first time since they started. He did moan a little, trying not to lean into his knee that pressed into him. "Yes..." He said, voice breaking a bit as his throat still felt sore. "Please, Greyson, I've been a good boy." He'd say, his accent thick with need and want.

His thumb slowly dragged along his chin. His other hand letting his fingers slowly dig through his hair again. “And what do you think you deserve in return, hm?” knee rubbing against him, letting it lift slightly as he dug his knee right against him.  Feeling just how hard he was.  He knew just how much the other wanted in return.  The way he whined when he talked, voice hoarse.  He dragged his thumb along his lips, “what do you want?” knee continuing to rub into him. “Beg for it, Tommy, beg”

The pressure the knee was causing had him moaning again, his brown eyes looking up at the other, deep with silent begging. He wanted Greyson to touch him, his hands or mouth, he didn't care. He wanted him to bring him to the edge, and tip him over it. "Damnit, anything, your hand, mouth..." He said, leaning into the knee some more, trying to bring some sort of relief to his ache. His rubbing wasn't enough, it was slow and aimed to tease him into submission. "Please, Greyson, I want your hand around my cock. Please, I want you to make me come. Please, Grey."

& the rest was headcanoned..

grey had a few moments of his fun.

left some bite marks along his thighs