Poor Pathetic Little Meow Meow

Richard sighed heavily as he pushed the door to his room shut, flopping onto the bed with a soft groan of contentment. It was one of his more productive days in a while; Richard dropped off some coffee for Willy, wandered around looking at job openings- and snooping around Willy’s (their) place again. It was really all Willy’s fault for letting him stay, thinking his newly acquired roommate wouldn’t snoop around. Richard carefully went through what he knew wouldn’t get him caught, what he knew Willy couldn’t possibly notice had been shuffled around. Photos, items on shelves… and laundry. Richard couldn’t help a pleased chuckle as he knelt by the basket, slightly bored by how everything was the same (even if those sleek black boxers were nice to imagine on Willy’s lithe frame)-

And then Richard noticed his prize, and snatched it up to bring into his room without a second thought. Richard smirked as he raised his hand to be in his line of sight, the thin band of burgundy stark against the white sheets. It was near the bottom of the basket, and Richard knew he could easily play dumb about a single tie being missing. His thumb ran back and forth over the fabric, his stomach knotting with something bitter and furious. Richard was incredibly familiar with fabric quality because he had to be, because it was what made him better than everyone else. Richard squeezed the fabric tighter and knew instantly that the fabric was microfiber, a cheap imitation of silk that would be unnoticeable to average people.

The idea that Willy, his lawyer, was wearing a tie like this was almost sickening and unusually attractive. The tiny reminders that Willy had been below him class-wise (up until quite recently) never failed to make Richard preen, to remind him that he truly was better, but this also made him furious. It made him want to burn the cheap ties in front of Willy all on his own, to force Willy to watch as he calmly explained he was done wearing cheap imitations, that Richard would replace them all himself. That thought made Richard hum as he lifted the fabric in front of his eyes, watching the light catch it. Willy wearing something Richard picked out, letting his fingers tie the knot around his throat and tighten it, feeling his pulse under his fingers-

Richard shifted slightly on the bed, an impish smile forming when he could feel the beginnings of arousal making his jeans feel uncomfortably tight. “Mm, what a shame…” Richard drawled lazily as he let one end of the tie go so he could undo his jeans and push his boxers out of the way, ready to close his eyes and get lost in that image- but he stopped. The necktie bunching up in his fist before he dragged it lower, shivering from the new texture against his dick (which was quickly becoming more and more interested). Richard carefully wrapped the fabric around his length, feeling it bunch up slightly and holding it in place with his fist. An experimental tug immediately awarded him with a burst of pleasure he wasn’t used to, reminded of his boxers dragging against his cock while he rut into the bed.

Richard set a brutal pace for himself, squeezing a bit too tight and moving his hand faster than usual. All of it was making his head fuzzy, his vision swimming with flashes of fantasies he wanted to act out. A fast fuck up against the wall, with Willy grunting in his ear to shut up. Richard’s head pressed into a bathroom stall as the perfect cupid’s bow of Willy’s lips were stretched around his cock- all things he wanted to do to Willy, do with Willy, and Richard let a shuddering moan escape as he felt his cock jump in his fist. He could feel the fabric bunched around the tip getting damp with precum, his thumb pressing onto the fabric and making him shiver. It was a torturous kind of bliss, which was the only kind of bliss Richard wanted when it came to Willy.

Richard felt his orgasm creeping up on himself and stopped, panting heavily and almost bending himself in half to force his hips still. He didn’t want to cum, not yet, he wanted to make sure his mind and body never forgot this. Once the knot in his stomach loosened a bit, Richard resumed his earlier pace, moaning a bit louder as he writhed on the bed. Richard was incredibly familiar with hedonism, and felt little shame in expressing how much he enjoyed it, especially when he was alone-

Except when his eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t alone anymore. He was no longer imagining Willy behind his half-lidded eyes, he was seeing his roommate watch him from the doorframe. Richard didn’t stop, didn’t consider stammering an apology like he was a teenager riddled with self-conscious guilt- instead he felt a lazy smile form, his hand squeezing himself and feeling the fabric slip and expose the flushed tip of his cock. “It’s rude to enter without knocking,” Richard crooned, his teasing dulled by the fact his voice was rough and his chest was heaving for more air. Willy was completely still for a moment, before his eyes were drawn to the fabric Richard was currently keeping wrapped around himself. “That's my tie,” Willy stated quietly, his voice unusually even considering what he just walked in on, but Richard was too distracted to fully notice. “Yeah? Then come take it back.”

Richard was caught off-guard when Willy crawled onto the bed, the shock making his hand loose and the tie begin to pool on his left thigh. Willy grabbed the tie almost immediately, holding it to the light and huffing softly. “Great… it's ruined,” Willy muttered before he dragged the fabric up to Richard’s mouth, shoving it between his lips and tying it in place with a rough knot. “The next time you decide to get off with my things, do it quieter. Or I'll start locking you out of everywhere.” Willy threatened, and Richard mewled around the tie before he began to drive his hips up into his hand again.

It was everything Richard expected, and also none of it. Willy was firm and demanding and carried the same air of authority he had in the courtroom, all details that made Richard irrationally turned on. He hadn't expected Willy to make the first move, to be this rational, this calm- and Richard felt his climax approaching rapidly the more he thought about how long Willy had stood and watched him. A garbled moan crawled from Richard’s throat when he heard Willy’s breath hitch, the sensation of being watched making his release pulsing over his stomach in thick ropes. Richard fell back onto the bed in a boneless heap, his tongue running over the fabric damp with spit and precum. Richard glanced over to the side, smiling around his makeshift gag as he saw Willy coming closer.