"Ouch… why did you pinch me?"
"Look at the good deeds you've done. How am I supposed to go to class now?"
Enda angrily pointed at the hickeys and bite marks all over his neck; even a blind person could tell what had happened. Dante scratched his nose sheepishly; truly, he had lost control yesterday.
"Come on, let me apologize. You've finished your exams anyway, staying home for a break is fine too."
Enda huffed and said nothing. Currently, the school was arranging internships for students, but Enda didn't need one because he already had a spot at his uncle's company. In fact, he didn't even need to show up to get the confirmation stamp as usual.
"Alright, consider yourself lucky. I'll stay home and work on my graduation thesis for now."
"Really? Or maybe…"
Dante traced circles on Enda's navel.
"… Get lost!"
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This morning, Boss Dante went to work in high spirits, causing everyone in the company to breathe a sigh of relief.
Assistant Randy led a young man with a rather bright face, knocking on Dante's office door.
"Come in."
Randy opened the door, placed a cup of coffee on his desk, and introduced:
"Director Dante, this is Mr. Halvey, your new secretary."
Dante spared a moment to look up from the stack of documents, assessing the young man before him. This guy was quite young, probably around Enda's age, but his features were slightly more feminine. If he hadn't met Enda, perhaps Dante's eyes would have lit up, but now he only nodded perfunctorily.
"Start a one-month probation. If you do well, you'll be hired officially."
"Yes."
Following Randy out, Halvey relaxed his clenched fist, secretly wiping the layer of sweat from his palm onto his pants, his eyes drooping slightly. He… didn't recognize him.
"Director, this is the design for the CT2 building, please take a look."
Halvey placed the design on the desk, took a step back, and bowed respectfully. The entire process was smooth with no superfluous movements. Dante nodded in satisfaction, picking up the design to examine.
Perhaps because he was in a good mood today, he exceptionally didn't nitpick too much, only noting a few unreasonable figures before handing it back to Halvey.
"Give this back to the design department, tell them to correct a few details I noted, and then send it to the client department."
"Yes."
Halvey took the file. Just then, Dante's phone screen lit up with an incoming message. He glanced and saw the name displayed as 'Adorable Baby'. Before leaving the room, Halvey glanced sideways at Dante, seeing him reading the message on his phone. The sweet smile on Dante's lips stabbed painfully into his heart.
His hand tightened around the file, a sense of unwillingness rising. Who was it that could make him smile so sweetly? Why wasn't it him? Clearly, he knew him first.
[Adorable Baby: I bought some things [image] [image] [image], I'm cooking dinner tonight, remember to come home on time.]
Dante stared intently at the brand-new apron hanging on the kitchen rack, imagining some discordant images. He coughed once, clamped his legs tight, and replied to the message.
The two exchanged a few messages. Enda didn't disturb his work anymore; he arranged his belongings for a while, hung a few sets of his clothes in Dante's closet, then sat cross-legged on the sofa to start working on his thesis.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was time to leave work. Dante packed up his things to leave. Just then, Halvey knocked on the door, asking if he needed him to drive him home.
He waved his hand:
"No need, I'm used to driving myself. You should go home too."
Saying that, he locked the door carefully, brushed past Halvey, and walked quickly to the elevator. Halvey didn't say anything, just walked back to his desk outside Dante's office, rearranging some documents.
"Halvey, let's go home. No overtime today."
"Yes, you go ahead, sis. I'm almost done."
Everyone on the floor had left, leaving only him. Waiting until he was sure no one would come up, Halvey stood up, used a spare key to open the door, and walked into Dante's office.
There were cameras in the room, but their angle focused only on the safe containing confidential documents, not elsewhere.
Halvey caressed every cup, every pen, the desk surface, and even pressed his face against them to nuzzle. He kissed Dante's chair like a pervert. Finally, he stuck out his tongue to lick the seat surface, pulled his pants down below his knees, lifted one leg slightly, touched his own hole and penis, humming and moaning.
A while later, he ejaculated all over the leather seat, sitting there panting, whispering:
"Dante, I love you."
Director Dante didn't know he was being missed by someone. At this moment, he was busy being affectionate with his lover at home.
Enda, being clung to by him, blushed and waved the ladle, scolding:
"Will you let me cook or not?"
*Smack…* Dante stood behind him, pressing his lips to Enda's neck to suck, mumbling:
"You just cook yours, I'll do mine."
Enda went limp, unable to hold the ladle anymore. He decisively turned off the stove, turned around, ground his teeth, and glared at Dante:
"Get lost, I don't want to fix the computer today."
"Well, not fixing the computer, fixing something else."
"Mmph… fix… fix what…"
"The pile driver is dry on oil, oil it up."
"Hmph… rogue… ah… let me go…"
Dante stripped off all of Enda's clothes, leaving only the apron. His eyes lit up as he turned Enda around, making him brace his hands on the kitchen counter, sticking his butt up.
He admired his masterpiece for a while, then pressed his body against Enda's, kissing a trail from the nape of his neck down to his round buttocks. Enda moaned, saying chokingly:
"*Sob*… you rogue… I… I haven't showered yet…"
"Still very fragrant."
Dante bit lightly on Enda's buttock, sticking out his tongue to lick, making the two cheeks shiny and looking even more plump.
The sensitive anus was swept by the tip of the tongue. Enda's toes curled, and he had to collapse onto the counter for support.
"Mmph… good… lick more…"
Dante spread Enda's buttocks apart, extending his tongue straight to poke inside, occasionally withdrawing to sweep around the sensitive, tender skin.
"Mmph… uh…"
"I saw you bought a bottle of olive oil, where is it?"
Enda raised a limp arm to point at the kitchen cabinet. Dante opened it, retrieved the bottle of premium olive oil, uncorked it, and poured oil into his palm.
"Mmph… wasteful… *hic*… ah…"
"I'll buy you a whole crate."
Dante rubbed his palms together to spread the oil evenly. One hand rubbed Enda's buttock, while the other reached forward to gently stroke Enda's erect cock.
Under the effect of the olive oil, Enda's buttocks became shiny and slippery. The oil-slicked finger thrust in and out of his hole, stretching it to its limit.
"Ah… so slippery… feels so good…"
"Feels good, huh? Eating is eating; upper mouth or lower mouth, what's the difference…"
"*Hic* ah…"
Dante was dizzy with hunger. He didn't make Enda suck his cock anymore; he unzipped his trousers, pulled his cock out, and thrust straight into Enda's hole.
The hole, having been excessively explored the night before, was extremely soft and spongy. Layers of tender flesh wrapped around Dante's cock, making him groan.
"Ah… so good… your little hole is sucking my cock tight… greedy baby… craving a fuck but pretending…"
"Hmph… you are a perverted old goat… Ah… ah ah ah…"
"Who are you calling old? Is there any old man who fucks you until you drip water like this… Huh?"
"Ah ah ah gently…. I said wrong… you're not old… ah ah so good…"
"Hmph… dare to criticize me… fuck you to death…"
"Too deep… I was wrong… don't fuck so hard… uh ah... I'm dying of pleasure… aaa"
"So is it hard or not hard, huh?"
"Hard… ah ah ah.. not hard… oh my god… both… I want both… a a a…"
"As you wish… take it!!!"
"Ah ah ah ah…"
After fucking from behind for a while, Dante pulled Enda upright, making him wrap his arms around Dante's neck. Dante then lifted Enda's legs, holding him in a 'peeing baby' position, thrusting his cock upwards all the way to the hilt.
"Ah… mmph mmph…"
Waiting for Enda to adjust, he carried him toward the sofa, his cock still buried deep inside the anus, vibrating and stirring with every step he took.
"*Hic* ah... so good..."
Dante turned and sat down on the sofa, letting Enda's feet touch the ground, patting his waist gently:
"Baby, fix the machine… hmm…"
Enda gripped Dante's shoulders, bouncing vigorously. His erect cock bobbed up and down, occasionally slapping against Dante's inner thigh. Dante reached out to hold it, stroking it, occasionally pressing lightly on the eye of the glans.
"*Hic*… you… I feel good… let me come…"
"No…. *smack*… call me husband…"
"Mmph… *hic*… husband… I want to come… let me come… uh ah a…"
Dante bit Enda's ear lightly, his hand still pressing firmly on Enda's glans, while the other held his waist to thrust upward. Enda's firm, round buttocks slapped against Dante's stomach, making lewd *clap clap* sounds.
"Hmph… bad husband…. Let me come please…"
"Okay... come together... kiss me..."
"Mmph mmph…"
Enda turned his head slightly, kissing Dante on the lips. The moans couldn't escape, only circling within their mouths. Dante pounded like a pile driver for a few dozen more strokes, then suddenly thrust very hard. Simultaneously, his thumb released Enda's glans. Enda screamed, spurting a stream of cloudy white semen all over the coffee table.
Dante also tightened his grip on Enda's waist, twitching as he shot deep inside, slowly feeling every warm muscle fiber tightening around his cock.
Truly, he wasn't satisfied yet, but doing this continuously really wasn't good for the boy's health, so Dante resigned himself to doing it just once.
Enda rolled his eyes:
"Stop it, big guy. Your 'once' lasted nearly two hours, yet you're still acting like that. You'll ruin your kidneys one day, just wait and see."
"Haha, if my kidneys fail, it's all your fault. Who told my wife to be so delicious?"
"Hmph… Go finish cooking. I'm going to shower then eat, I'm starving to death."
Dante pulled his cock out of the hole, regretfully pinching Enda's buttocks, bending down to bite twice to satisfy his craving before getting up to finish cooking the bone soup.
Enda held his waist and walked into the bathroom, feeling both sweet and bitter in his heart. At this rate, one day he would die of 'excessive indulgence'. He should have seen how high that old guy's libido was before; yet he still went ahead and seduced him. Truly, he reaped what he sowed.
After dinner, Enda was exhausted, nodding off while working on his thesis. Dante felt sorry for him, forced him into bed, and a while later, Enda fell fast asleep.
Dante cleaned the house, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and checked his emails.
Around ten o'clock, he paused his work, returned to the room, crawled under the blanket, hugged the soft body of his little lover, and sank into a peaceful sleep.