Overtime by scheherezhad

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Don't own, please don't sue.

Summary: Kurama gets a visit at the office. Sequel to "Shift."

Author's notes: Office sex. Yee-ha.

Feedback: Please. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

Eight o'clock. Kurama couldn't believe that meeting had lasted until eight o'clock. And for no more than petty bickering and inane questions. He'd finally managed to get in a few comments to placate the arguers and settle the incompetents, much to his stepfather's relief, and the meeting had come to a close. He was beginning to wonder if his promotion last month was worth the added stress.

He returned to his new private office, which was the best thing next to his payraise. He closed and locked the door, then shut all the blinds before he registered the other scent in the room. When he turned, he found Yusuke sitting at his desk.

"Evening," Yusuke greeted lightly. "I thought you'd never get back from that meeting."

"How long have you been here?" Kurama asked. He embraced his lover and felt warm, soothing hands rubbing his back.

"Geez, you're tense," Yusuke muttered. "Only been here an hour. I thought I'd take you out for dinner."

Yusuke began nuzzling his neck in a most distracting way. One of his hands slipped down to Kurama's ass.

"Dinner at home sounds much better," Kurama said, already quite thoroughly seduced. After the day he'd had, his body was eager for Yusuke's touch.

"How about an appetizer here?"

They traded places so that Kurama was in front of the chair, and Yusuke pushed him down into it. Kurama spared a thought to be thankful that he'd already locked the door and closed the blinds. He watched Yusuke kneel between his legs, unfasten his pants, and free his erection. His right hand slid into Yusuke's hair and gently urged him forward. The action earned him a wicked smile.

Yusuke's tongue ran up the underside of his cock. Kurama let out a shuddering moan, and his fingers clenched briefly in Yusuke's hair. His lover had discovered that he possessed quite a gift for fellatio after the night that they'd had sex in the back seat of the car. Yusuke had been dutifully honing his skills since then.

Yusuke sucked lightly at the head of Kurama's cock, tongue flicking over the tip to catch the sitcky precome oozing out, then over the highly sensitive spot beneath. Kurama fucked his mouth with shallow thrusts, wanting to feel Yusuke's lips sliding down to the base, to feel the give and flex of him swallowing around the head. He pulled on his lover's hair a little, the closest he would come to begging.

A deep hum made his whole body quiver as Yusuke took him in deeper. Kurama opened his eyes, not having meant to close them, and he looked back down. The sight of his cock sliding into Yusuke's mouth, the look of concentration on Yusuke's face, the sounds they were both making...it was intensely erotic.

"Yusuke..."

It was his own fault, really, for indulging them both in improving Yusuke's technique. He was paying for it now. Yusuke finally took him all the way in. He swallowed, throat constricting around the head, tongue pressing against the shaft. He held his breath for so long that Kurama feared he might faint.

Yusuke pulled back, gasping softly. One hand came up to replace his mouth for a moment. "Fuck me."

"What?" Kurama asked dazedly.

"Fuck me. On the desk," Yusuke said. His other hand appeared, holding two condoms and a tube of lubricant. "I was saving these for later, but what the hell."

Kurama stood and pulled Yusuke to his feet, and they kissed fiercely. His own flavor mingled with the taste of Yusuke, absorbing his attention for long moments. He finally pushed Yusuke's open pants and his underwear over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. His hands busied themselves, one stroking and one slick and probing. Yusuke moaned loudly.

"Hurry up. I don't think I'm gonna last long," Yusuke mumbled.

With trembling hands, Kurama turned him around and bent him over the desk. After rolling a condom onto each of them, he pushed inside Yusuke with a deeply satisfied groan.

"Ah, fuck, yeah..."

He pulled back, thrust in deeper.

"Nnnh..."

Pulled back again, adjusted his angle, thrust in.

"Ah!"

Pulled back, thrust deeper, faster, harder.

"Kurama!"

Yes. And thrust. And bite, teeth closing on the back of Yusuke's neck. Pinning. Marking.

"Unnh...ah! Ah! Ah!"

The sharp scent of Yusuke's orgasm wrapped around him. He thrust once more, as deeply as he could go, and held himself there as he came.

Sleepy and sated and drained, Kurama pulled out of Yusuke and disposed of their condoms.

"Smart, huh? No mess to clean up," Yusuke said, pulling his pants and underwear back up.

"Mm. Very thoughtful of you." Kurama sank down into his chair, his eyes drifting shut.

"Hey, don't give out on me now. I've still gotta get you home," Yusuke chided.

Kurama hummed softly and let the darkness behind his eyelids take him away. A minute, or maybe an hour, later, he vaguely registered being carried. He managed to ignore the voice in his head that worried about what his coworkers would think, and he dozed back off.

He roused later when Yusuke slipped into bed with him.

"Yusuke?"

"Go back to sleep. You need it."

"Mm. Love you," he mumbled, snuggling into Yusuke's warmth.

"Love you, too, fox."

He smiled and slid into the darkness again.