//So if you'd like to skip the smut, what basically happens here is Sach feels like Edgar made him look like an idiot. Edgar starts observing the boss, more-so his large hands. Sach notices him, and Edgar offers to satisfy his frustration ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) //

Everyone has left the room. Edgar and Mr. Sach are sitting quietly at the oval table.
Edgar wants to say something, anything, but the aura in the air is heavy and hostile.

Finally, Mr. Sach lets out a sigh and pinches the skin between his nose and eyebrows.

Boss: "Well. You just made me look like a fool."

Edgar's eyes widen. This was somehow his fault?

Edgar: "You said to be honest.."

Mr. Sach sighs again, standing up from his chair, hands on the table.

Boss: "I know, I know."

He was so..tense. You could see it in his hands. They were veiny, and..big. Big enough that they'd easily grab around Edgar's arm.

He suddenly realizes he's been staring at those big hands, and hasn't heard another word from Mr. Sach. He looks up and sees the boss staring down at him, eyes narrowed curiously.

Boss: "Mr. Wilson."

Edgar swallows.

Boss: "Are you gay?"

Sweet Jesus! He really doesn't beat around the bush!

Edgar can feel his cheeks getting warm. God, he's blushing. How embarrassing.

Edgar: "Th-that..does my answer effect my job?"

Mr. Sach laughs a bit and shakes his head.

Edgar: "Y-yes..I am."

Mr. Sach is silent for a moment, and his hands relax a bit.

Mr. Sach: "I see. I was just curious."

Edgar looks down, then back to Mr. Sachs hands.

Edgar: "You're frustrated.."

Mr. Sach: "Yes."

Edgar: "You can..take it out on me, if you want."

Mr. Sach looks back down, his expression like one of a Tiger looking at its prey.

Mr. Sach: "Perhaps I need to explain, Mr. Wilson. I don't do gentle."

Edgar stares right back into his eyes daringly.

Edgar: "I like it rough, Mr. Sach."

Mr. Sach smirks, and suddenly Edgar is yanked from his chair and slammed onto the table. His chest pounds against the wood, and his legs tense up as the larger man moves against him.

Mr. Sach: "We keep this between us, understood?"

Edgar nods quickly, his cheek pressed against the table.

Mr. Sach: "Good boy~"

Something about the way Mr. Sach praises him really turns him on. Mr. Sach fumbles under Edgar's hips, unbuckling his belt and then sliding down those brand new dress pants. Suddenly, in goes a finger, making Edgar jerk his head up and groans.

Mr. Sach: "Hmm~"
The boss hums, pumping the finger in and out. Edgar struggles beneath him, his body moving with the finger, letting out soft breaths.
It doesn't take long for Mr. Sach to pick up the pace. His finger is really pumping now, making Edgar cover his mouth to muffle his moans.

Mr. Sach: "Scared someone will hear us? The door is unlocked~"

Edgar's eyes flick to the door then back. What if someone did come in? They'd have some explaining to do. Still, Edgar can't worry about that. This was about feeling good, and he was gonna take all he could get from Mr. Sach.

The boss is smirking, almost curiously, as if he was wondering just how far Edgar would let this go. Truth be told, this rough kind of lust, Edgar got off on it. He was...a bit of a masochist.

Edgar: "Funny. I won't be the one embarrassed." He chuckles, knowing Sach would disapprove of that comment. Why? Because it's true!

Sach does in fact frown at that. He was quite prideful it seemed.

Mr. Sach pulls the finger out, and Edgar almost whines at the feeling. Did he mess up the mood?

Before he can protest, he feels something knew push against him. Big..and hard.

Edgar blushes, and is thankful Sach can't see his face at the moment.

Mr. Sachs voice is so teasingly dirty, and as he speaks it makes Edgar's member throb.

Mr. Sach: "Embarrassed hm? Then, just so we're even, how about you embarrass yourself here."

Edgar: "M-Mr. Sach-"

Mr. Sach: "Beg for it."

Oh holy hell, that's hot.

Edgar: "...p-please.."

Mr. Sach: "Please what?"

He says deeply, twisting Edgar's arm behind his back and pushing him firmly into the table.

Edgar: "Please fuck me..I want your cock."

Mr. Sach chuckles at that, and almost purrs the next words.

Mr. Sach: "Hold on tight~"

Hold on to what?

Before Edgar can really ponder the statement, Sach pushes himself inwards, and Edgar let's out a gasp as he feels his entrance stretching to accommodate Mr. Sachs package.
This felt like the biggest he's ever took. Mr. Sach was just...a beast.

Edgar squirms for some sort of support, and Sach keeps pushing in and out, forcing himself inside inch by inch. Finally Edgar just braces, trying to tough it out, letting Sach have his way with his body.

Mr. Sach: "Tight little bastard-"

The larger man groans, pushing himself completely inside. Edgar jolts forward when it hits, and he lets out a few strangled breaths.

Mr. Sach doesn't give him much time. He starts thrusting, a bit slow for now, and Edgar can feel himself getting wetter with each thrust. The sounds alone were enough to drive him crazy, let alone the feeling!

Edgar: "F-faster-please-"

Mr. Sach pauses for a split second, then leans down. Without warning, he sucks down on Edgar's neck, and it actually hurts. It's a pleasant feeling of pain and lust. Edgar knows it's gonna be a big ass hickey, but at this point he doesn't give a shit. He'd stress about it when he's smoking a cigarette later...for now, finish this.

Edgar moans and curls his legs up a bit at the feeling. As soon as Sach stops sucking, he wraps his hand around, until it's over Edgar's mouth, then starts pounding him, HARD. Edgar's hips ache against the table, and he can feel his legs twitching with each thrust. The little muffled sounds coming from Edgar seemed to work for Sach. Maybe he wasn't exactly gay but...hey, whatever gets him off is his business.

The feeling knots up in Edgars stomach, and he knows it's time for that finally desperate attempt to make Sach cum before he does.

Come on, come on.

He struggles to hold back, but Sach doesn't cum, until Edgar starts to cum and twitch all around Sachs member. That was the finally push they both needed.

Sach leans forward, keeping himself pushed inside, even after he's stopped shooting his load..he's got his hands on the table, and he's just slowing his breathing.

Edgar can feel his body aching. He still feels like he's trembling...maybe he still is.

He'd probably regret this tomorrow...but for now, he just wanted to get a shower.