#dewis

As it stands, though, there’s not much to do. Daniel’s adamantly against any surgical or cosmetic procedure (he says it’s because he wants to age gracefully, but Lewis suspects he feels it's embarrassing to be caught caring about these things, like there’s some kind of emasculation in putting effort into your looks). 

Lewis himself is no stranger to a little filler here and there, but he knows the biggest griffe Daniel has isn't aesthetic, but functional. He can't do all the tricks he used to do with his dirt bikes, he can't go out for a run without warming up first, his knees crack and pop randomly throughout the day. 

And speaking of knees, they seem to be having a bit of a problem right now. 

Lewis sighs, leaning back in his home office chair to take a peek at his husband. The angle of the desk is awkward, what with Daniel being tucked into the small space beneath the desk, hidden away, kneeling in a small nook. Really, the only thing Lewis could see was the top of his head, a mess of unruly dark curls between Lewis’ legs, obedient and patient as he cockwarmed him, the tip of his nose resting against Lewis’ pubes, breathing him in. 

Nodding along diligently as if he were listening to whatever bullshit the marketing team has to say, Lewis shortly mutes himself on the Zoom meeting he's currently attending, trying to cover his mouth as he whispers, just in case, “Stop fidgeting so much, bubs” 

The noise Daniel makes from the back of his throat, a high pitched, offended little sound, would be hilarious if it wasn't pitiful. With a wet ‘pop’ he slides off of Lewis' long, hard length just to speak. “Wouldn't be fidgeting so much if my knees didn't hurt” 

Lewis resists the urge to roll his eyes, nodding along to what Vasseur is saying, drawing little bulldog doodles in his notepad to look focused. “Wouldn't have achey knees if you'd just put a cushion under them like someone suggested two hours ago” 

Daniel huffed, taking him back in his mouth but only just the tip, swirling his tongue under the cockhead and then right through the slit, making Lewis visibly shiver, which earned him a murderous stare. 

“Stop that. I'm serious. People will notice” 

“Wouldn't need a cushion if we'd gone for the Persian rug like I said, instead of this fucking shabby ass-” 

“You know we couldn't get the Persian rug, we couldn't get it certified to be animal cruelty free!” Lewis hissed back, irritated at still going over their home decor months after moving in. “Besides, you'd still need a cushion whether you had a thick rug beneath you or not, it's called nearing forty, ever heard of- aaaah!” he moaned, immediately turning off his camera and clutching onto the armrests of his chair, closing his eyes. 

Daniel - sweet, tantalizing, torturous Daniel - had chosen to shut him up by taking his shaft into his mouth abruptly, sucking with such force Lewis felt like he'd just fucked into a vacuum sealer. At Lewis’ pitiful whines, Daniel just started sucking harder, like he was trying to suck his husband's soul out of the tip of his cock, which was painfully hard by now. 

“Daniel, Daniel, fuck, stop, I'm going to- we said this would be just a slow fucking cockwarming session, not that you'd be milking me like a goddamn cow, fuck, stop, please, I'm gonna-” 

“Bbbm mmmm bbbrd” Daniel whined around his cock, and Lewis knew him well enough to know that meant ‘But I'm bored’, which wasn't a good enough excuse to make your husband cum his brains out during a corporate Zoom meeting, goddamn it. 

“I- Daniel-” Lewis gasped out, squirming in his chair, shimmying his hips and gasping for air as he tried to resist the urge to fuck into Daniel's warm, soft mouth. “Daniel, we'd said- oh fuck, God, God, I'm- nghhh, Daniel, we'd said stealthy, I don't- oh God-” 

Doubling down, bobbing his head up and down to create a rhythm, Daniel moaned around his girthy shaft, grabbing onto Lewis’ hips to force him to hump, hump, hump. By now, Lewis was moaning wildly, throwing his head back and grunting and huffing like a dog in heat, feeling his balls draw up. 

“Ugh- bubs, I- a-aaaah!” he moaned out, lifting his ass off the chair and letting Daniel fondle his balls as he came, hot and heavy, down his throat. 

To Daniel's credit, he took it like a pro, gulping it all down and barely even tearing up. He was good at making Lewis throw any and all plans out the window, after all. 

Lewis was too out of it to really register it, but he made a mental note to offer him some ointment for his knees once this Zoom meeting was over, lazily scribbling it down besides the bulldog doodles. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts, and the languid, satisfied post-orgasmic haze all together, when he heard Vasseur’s voice coming through his speakers. “Lewis? Lewis, are you there?” 

Scrambling, he turned his camera and microphone on again, even though he was still a panting, sweaty, blushy mess. “Uh- yeaah, sorry, what was that? I didn't quite hear you” 

From beneath him, Daniel giggled, his knees popping as he crawled out from behind the desk. Lewis prayed the microphone didn't pick up on it. 

“We were hoping to hear your thoughts on the new PR campaign?”