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Ken's had experiences with men before. A few times in college and once after. But he never thought it would ever be quite like this. So rough, so callous...
“No one cares if you’re head of accounts,” Don husks, shoving himself deeper into Ken’s mouth.
Ken gags a little, and Don swipes his thumb across Ken’s lips, wiping away a dribble. Don always liked to make it hurt, just a little. He likes control.
“Just do your job right, and the rest will come easy.”
Ken balls his hands into fists and wonders how he got into this mess. Why did he do this for Don? “You’re good at what you do. And you’re good looking.” Oh, that was why...
Don runs gentle fingers through Ken’s silky hair. Ken was one of the few in the office who rarely used product.
“Hold still,” Don groans before coming loudly.
Ken swallows with a grimace. At least Don always warned him.
Don grins as he pulls away. Ken pants heavily.
“Atta boy,” Don husks.