"We're closed!" Hank didn't even look over his shoulder as he heard the bell jingle. Apparently, the newcomer didn't hear him. Either that or they were an entitled sack of shit who thought the rules didn't apply to them and expected him to spend the next half hour waiting for them to decide what they wanted, drink their coffee, and get the fuck out of his cafe. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Hank left his cleaning cloth on the back counter and turned to give the newcomer a piece of his mind. "Didn't you hear me? I said-Oh...Well, don't you look like a sack of shit." The frown of annoyance dropped instantly, his brow softening into something warmer as he took in the slightly younger man standing just inside the doorway.

He called him slightly younger, but in reality he was just over a decade younger, though the years had touched him a little more than they should have. There were traces of silver in his neatly trimmed dark hair, and the stubble on his chin told him he'd been travelling. Richard rarely let stubble linger. It made his pale skin look peaky and enhanced the dark panda rings beneath his eyes. He must have had one hell of a case. He looked physically and mentally exhausted. The small duffle bag he carried alongside his laptop bag told Hank he must have come straight from the airport, as he often did after these business trips.

"Go ahead and sit down. I'll bring you a coffee." Sure, he was closed, but Richard was special. He gave one of his usual tired grunts in response and dragged himself to a small table at the end of the counter. His usual seat. Hank smiled and shook his head as he watched the smaller man all but fall in the chair, where he folded his arms and stared blankly at the varnished surface. It was hard to tell whether it had been a good or bad case. It had taken him away for over a week this time, but just because it was hard, didn't mean it had a bad end. Whatever the case, Richard was fucked. He was too tired to even take his fancy trench coat off.

Hank ran a hand over his own grey whiskers as he started the coffee grinder. It was lucky he hadn't turned it off yet. Usually, he did, but Richard had been away for so long he'd had the feeling he might be back soon. He'd been leaving the coffee machine until last for the past three days, blue eyes lingering almost forlornly on the door each night, always waiting a few minutes longer than necessary before closing up. He could have called, of course, but he didn't like to bother him at work. As an ex-detective, he knew what it was like, working on a big case. As an FBI agent, Richard had it worse than he did.

Although he wouldn't describe his rank as high, he was a celebrated agent with a unique ability to handle the more troublesome cases that nobody else wanted. That was one of the things that had let to their meeting just four years ago. It was hard to believe, looking back, that they'd ended up like this. The fucker had gotten him fired! During the android revolution, Richard had been the only agent to agree to work on something as difficult as that. He was a ruthless asshole, and that's all Hank had thought him to be. Honestly, he was still a hardass that nobody liked. Despite that, he did have certain alluring qualities.

"Here," Hank groused as he placed the frothy mug at his elbow. Richard let out another low grunt of thanks as he moved to cradle the hot mug, letting the ceramic burn his hands for a few moments before raising it to his lips. Hank watched him take a small sip as he laced a hand in his dark hair and fisted. A slightly higher moan fled his lips as he followed the firm pull and tipped his head back, looking up with tired hazel eyes. They were dim and hazy, ringed with fatigue and lined with stress. "Careful, idiot, you'll burn your tongue." A tired huff slipped out as he nudged further into the tight grip, raising his prickly chin.

"And I won't burn myself at all with you pulling my head around while I'm trying to drink." Hank clicked his tongue at the sarcasm, watching Richard's eyes flutter in anticipation as his dry lips parted. Leaning down, Hank sealed his smartass mouth, working his lips in a slow series of gentle presses. It was obvious from the tired little hums and desperate gasps between kisses that he was dog tired. The weight of his head increased as he leaned further and further back, almost tilting the chair in his eagerness. Hank smirked as he drew back, enjoying the way his lips glistened in the low light and his dark eyes heated.

"Careful, or I'll put that smart mouth of yours to work right here." Hank was almost surprised by the low hum that rumbled in Richard's throat at the suggestion. Really? In full view of the window? Fuck it, Hank wasn't one for turning down a free blow job, especially not when it meant shutting Richard up. Acts of service were Richard's primary love language, which explained a little of his character. He was relentless on the job, eagerly picking up whatever cases other agents dropped and seeing them through. The higher-ups loved to take advantage, and all they needed to do was toss a little praise his way. Richard was used to doing things without receiving anything in return. "You missed me, huh?" It wasn't a question. Richard was always eager and needy when he'd missed him.

"Of course I did. You think I'd come straight here from the airport if I didn't?" It was a curt, grumbled confession, but a confession, nonetheless. Hank had learned to take what he could get in that regard. Richard wasn't the most forthcoming with feelings. That makes two of us. It took them over a year of pussyfooting around to even figure out they had a thing going.

After getting fired, and having no proper plan, Hank had used his retirement fund to buy a little cafe. It had been Connor's idea really. After the revolution, he hadn't felt like returning to the DPD either, so they'd set up a small business together. Connor would open, being the early bird, and Hank would stay later to close up. It didn't take long for the news to reach Richard, who'd had his own problems after the revolution. Androids gaining freedom meant he'd failed his mission. The first in a long time. It hadn't affected his standing with the FBI, but he took the loss personally, blaming him and Connor for their constant meddling.

He'd walked in one day, wearing his snappiest suit beneath his grey trench coat, hair immaculate, cheeks soft and clean shaven. His nose, Hank was sad to see, had fully recovered from the punch he'd delivered months earlier. He hadn't even broken it. It was as straight and ferret-like as it had been before. Hank had glowered as he'd stepped up to the counter with a smug smirk and ordered his coffee. Luckily, Connor was the one who took his order while Hank was preparing drinks. He'd been tempted to add a little something extra, but didn't want to get his place reported and shut down, not when he'd sunk his retirement into it. Richard had lounged on the counter the whole time, smirking and going on about how far the mighty had fallen. He'd taken his mug and sat at this very table, with a perfect view of the preparation area. Despite Hank calling after him to darken someone else's doorstep, he'd kept coming back.

As he turned his chair towards him with a loud scrape and opened his thighs, Hank couldn't help being glad he had. Delicate hands caressed his larger hips, fingers gripping his belt as Richard pulled him closer to rest his forehead against his soft pelvis. Hank wasn't exactly out of shape, but he wasn't one for exercising either. He'd lost a little weight since Connor moved in and started cooking, and they often walked to the cafe when the weather was good. That alone helped him shed a few pounds. He'd never get back his youthful, chiselled physique, but he didn't care to. Richard certainly never complained about the extra layer of fat as he ploughed his tight little ass. His cock hardened at the thought, and it wasn't discouraged as those deep chestnut eyes gazed up at him.

"Go on then, ferret features. Show me how much you missed me." Richard glared at the jibe, which made him look even more ferrety. Hank chuckled low in his throat as Richard finally worked up to shoving the heavy woollen coat off his shoulders. He was even more made up underneath, prim and proper as ever. He unbuttoned his smart blazer and removed that as well. It was too restrictive across his shoulders. He still looked pretty made up with his neat black tie and dress shirt. Dark eyes continued glaring as he straightened his back and pulled the belt loose. "Fuck, can't wait to get it in there, can you?" His fingers were nimble and impatient as he popped the button and pulled the zipper before roughly jerking the material lower.

"Shut the fuck up!" Despite his impatience, he didn't hurl insults. He wasn't good at getting down and dirty like that. His insults were usually a little smarter. He was a superior little shit who liked to make people feel small and dumb, not a common scumbag who tossed out names on the fly. Hank was pretty sure he wanted to. He just didn't know what to say. There were many names he could use. Barrel butt, fat ass, whale flubber, or even something more personal, like hapless drunk. His brain just didn't work like that, so he didn't call him names.

Hank chuckled softly as he stroked through Richard's dark hair, enjoying the softness between his fingers. Richard continued glaring up at him as he gripped his bare hips and squeezed the soft flesh hanging over the bones. The hand in his hair slowly encouraged him closer until his forehead touched his soft stomach. Being older, the surface was soft and fuzzy, with a light layer of silver hair. Richard hummed softly, an almost tired sound as he closed his eyes and pressed a series of small kisses across his rounded belly. It was rare to feel rough prickles on his flesh. Richard was very particular about hygiene and rarely went a single day without shaving. The fact he had stubble was enough to tell him it had been a hard week.

"Good boy, Richie..." The low grumble sent a shiver down Richard's spine, something that used to make him recoil in shame and disgust. The very thought that he could be brought to his knees, desperate and gagging for Hank Anderson's cock, had once been unthinkable. Not because Hank was a man, but because it was Hank. The lowly, washed up police lieutenant who'd almost broken his nose. A useless fat lump who'd wasted space in the precinct and tried to ruin his investigation, betraying his own people to side with a glorified toaster oven! The thought of coming to like either of them had seemed impossible. Hank because he was beneath him, and Connor because he was an android. Things had changed a lot in the past couple of years. "Fuck, you're a tease!"

Richard smirked as he moved one hand to cup and fondle the heavy sack behind Hank's twitching cock. His balls were so large they filled his hand as he cupped and squeezed, drawing out a low, grumbling moan of approval. They both ignored the glass. Anyone looking in from the street out front would have a perfect sidelong view of Richard licking and kissing Hank's hairy stomach as he teased his flaccid cock to life. From the side street, they could only see Richard's back, but their positioning and the look of bliss on Hank's face would probably give them away. Luckily, the cold weather and the dark of early evening had chased most people away from their part of town. The surrounding shops had closed an hour ago, and his was one of the last places that even had lights on.

"Fuck, that's right. You put that greedy little mouth to work." Another grunt slipped out as Hank fisted his hair and teased his scalp. Richard panted and licked lower, dropping his head to finally lather and prod Hank's growing cock. The hand on his hip moved to grab a handful of ass instead, kneading greedily as he released his balls to grip the shaft. Hank chuckled as Richard pinched his ass, enjoying the firm grip and warm licks being lavished along his cock. Hazy chestnut eyes opened to stare needily at the growing flesh in his hand. He twisted his wrist as he pumped, watching the pink tip peep through the hood of loose skin. Pulling the skin tight, Richard opened his mouth and suckled the dripping tip, licking and teasing the slit before moving lower to rub the glans.

Hank moaned and grumbled praise, cursing softly as he lingered on the sensitive skin before pulling off to pump a few times. The soft flesh soon hardened in his seasoned hand. He made a point of honing his craft, no matter the task. Anything to finish the job. Anything for the praise and thrill of a job well done. Hank's cock was soon rigid in his grasp. He could barely close his hand around it as he squeezed and teased the throbbing muscle. Satisfied that it was at full mast, Richard parted his lips to tease the tip again. He moaned softly, gasping and licking as he mouthed the slit.

"Jesus, are you making out with it?" He paused, mouth open and tongue flat against the tip as he looked up at Hank like a chastised pet. "Keep going, Richie. I want to see it. I want to see you kiss my cock." The smallest hint of a whine slipped out as Richard returned to the task with a fresh bout of enthusiasm. His lips closed over the tender flesh, tongue rubbing back and forth against the twitching tip as he swallowed down his salty reward. "Fuck-Jesus, look at you!" He really whined that time, looking up with hazy eyes to meet Hank's warm blue gaze. The hand in his hair tugged and Richard obeyed.

Opening wider, he nudged forward, taking in a little more as he pumped the throbbing shaft. It had only been about a week since he went away on his latest case, but feeling his lips around his cock and how he sucked him down, it felt like a hell of a lot longer. Hank wanted more than anything to cut loose and sink in to the hilt, but Richard usually needed to be worked up to that sort of thing. He was a bit of a prude, especially when it came to getting messy and choking on a cock. As he opened his mouth wider and pushed closer, Hank began to think that maybe he was a little desperate, too. He grunted and tightened his hand as Richard took in about half of his cock. He only managed a single bob before he had to pull off and splutter, but the hand still squeezed and pumped.

"Don't choke yourself too quickly. That's my job." Richard all but glared up at him, cheeks flushed from the building heat between them. Hank let out another hearty chuckle as he pulled him closer. "Just hold my ass and open your throat." It would probably go a lot smoother if he took over. Richard seemed to agree as he released his cock and shuffled to the edge of his chair, obediently grabbing his ass with both hands as he opened his mouth. "Chin a little higher...That's it. Now, don't bite." Tempting as the thought was, Richard obediently stretched his jaws and huffed a breath through his nose. Hank smirked as he gently gripped his head with both hands and drew his hips back.

He kept his thrusts slow and shallow at first, not wanting to push Richard's gag reflex too hard. His cock barely went halfway before he felt the warm passage tighten and pulled back. He took his time, watching Richard slowly figure out his breathing. In-out-in-out-release-suck-release-suck. His tongue rubbed and teased the underside of his cock with each thrust, flexing around it. He sucked with each backward motion as if trying to keep his cock inside, reluctant to let it leave. Hot breath huffed against his pelvis with each thrust, bringing choked little grunts with it. The sound made his balls twitch.

Looking down, he could see Richard's crisp pants were tight over the crotch where his own bulge was painfully trapped inside, but he knew he wasn't about to stop to adjust. Richard was the definition of a giver with foreplay. He'd probably be the same during sex if Hank gave him the chance. He smirked at the thought, giving a slightly rougher snap that sank his cock in three quarters of the way. Richard didn't even choke this time, which brought a moan to Hank's lips. That he didn't choke was a sign he was distracted enough not to think about it.

He wasn't self-conscious about the saliva pooling in his mouth and spilling down his chin, or the flush of his skin. He didn't think about the fact that Hank was staring down at him with hungry eyes, imagining the things he'd do to him later. The lights of the cafe and exposed windows were forgotten, along with the fact that anyone walking by could see the cock sinking down his throat with each hard thrust. His dark hair was out of place, white shirt sticking a little along his shoulders as his skin heated. A small patch was forming on his trousers where his own cock was dripping in his pants, trapped and straining.

"Fuck, you're so good, Richie! So good for me!" Richard moaned eagerly at the praise, licking his thanks as Hank gave a particularly rough thrust. His cock sank in all the way, grey curls tickling Richard's nose as he pulled him close. "That's it, choke on it! Fill that greedy little throat!" Strained choking sounds escaped as Hank rocked his hips. He held Richard in place as he cut loose, snapping again and again, grinding his face on his pelvis. The hands on his ass gripped so hard he thought they might leave bruises as Richard greedily sucked and pulled him closer. "Swallow it, Richie...There's a good boy."

The warning was much appreciated. Richard's throat closed and flexed around his cock as he swallowed and gulped in preparation. With a final low curse, Hank spilled, chuckling at Richard's eagerness as he swallowed again and again. Despite his readiness, a stream of drool and sticky release covered his chin as he drew back and spluttered. Hank slapped his back as he doubled over and coughed, grabbing a few napkins to wipe his stained lips as he raised his flushed face. There was always a moment of awkwardness when he finished. Self-consciousness quickly returned as lust receded, and he averted his dark eyes.

"Drink your coffee...It'll get cold." Richard nodded and reached for the mug, still breathless and panting as he sat back in the chair and parted his thighs. His cock was still hard and uncomfortable, straining against the tight material. It was one of the few problems with wearing tailored suits. They were tailored to fit perfectly while soft and safely tucked away. Not while sporting a throbbing boner. Despite his obvious discomfort, he didn't complain or demand reciprocation. That's one reason Hank was so eager to return the favour as he dropped to his knees. Richard looked positively aghast as he looked down at him, still cradling his hot coffee.

"That's a dangerous thing to do while I'm drinking, don't you think?" Hank chuckled as he reached for Richard's belt, enjoying the way he squirmed uncomfortably. It was true he was cradling his coffee against his chest, but Hank trusted him to keep hold of it. It wasn't like this was his first rodeo, and if the coffee ended up on his head, it wouldn't be the first time for that either.

"I'll take my chances." It was worth taking his chances to hear the relieved little sigh that slipped out as his trousers loosened and his cock sprang free. "Jesus, you got this hard just from getting me off?" Richard balked at the teasing, glancing off to one side as he almost pouted over his coffee. Hank snickered and pulled his cock free, gripping firmly. Richard did his best to seem unaffected at first, though the quiver in his hands as he sipped his coffee didn't escape either of their notice. He barely managed two gulps before he put the cup down, wary of spilling it.

Hank pretended not to notice as he leaned down to suckle the dripping tip, licking around it before closing his lips. Richard closed his eyes with a shuddering whine, gripping the back of his chair with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. That sound alone was enough to draw a low moan from Hank as he ran his hands up and down the expensive material of his trousers. It was nice to hear the prim and proper little fucker coming undone. He moved to grip his slim hips as he squirmed on the wooden chair. Where Hank knew he'd be considered fat or cuddly, Richard would be considered a little on the thin side. It probably came with the stress of his job and the lack of time or thought to eat. That was something he was gradually trying to fix. Just because he looked like a ferret didn't mean he should have the physique of one.

"You haven't been eating right," Hank grumbled as he drew back, licking and teasing the slit as he gazed up, waiting for an answer. Richard gasped, lips trembling as he tried not to squirm.

"N-no time." They both knew that was bullshit. You had to make time or eat on the move.

"Fuck, I'm going to have to fill you up tonight." Another whine slipped out at the light teasing, followed by a much louder sound as Hank ducked his head and sucked him in to the hilt. The sound of his moans and the feel of his squirming hips was divine. Nothing gave him more satisfaction than turning stuck-up Agent Perkins into a drooling puddle of mush. It was one of the things that had first drawn him in. Finding out he was such a loud, needy little fucker was a real draw. They'd originally started with a heated argument that turned into a fight and then something more.

It was the teasing threat of using the security footage to show his colleagues that had Richard coming back on his knees for more at first. Sure, it had been underhanded and dirty, but the fucker got him fired then kept coming to his coffee shop to taunt him. He deserved to be taken down a peg or two. Besides, the little ferret enjoyed swallowing his cock. That it had become a voluntary and healthy relationship was an unexpected bonus. When it had turned into something more tender, Hank didn't exactly recall. Connor probably would. The kid had perfect video recall, and he'd been home the first time he'd hauled Richard's ass into the house and taken him to bed.

The little fucker had passed out after a particularly rough fucking and another week of not eating properly. Connor was the one who'd alerted him to it. He'd just thought he was a little thin before Connor said he was literally half-starved and suffering moderate-to-severe malnourishment. Richard's laser focus was both a blessing and a curse. He was tenacious and got the job done, but focused on nothing else around that, including eating and sleeping. The only time he ate was when food was shoved into his hand, and he only slept when the team broke for the night and there was nothing he could do or once the case was done.

"H-Henry..." Hank liked the sound of his real name on Richard's lips, especially when he was whining it like a little bitch. Pulling off his cock, Hank smirked at the needy look on his face before kneeling up to seal his lips. Arms instantly wrapped around him, one hand fisting in his shaggy grey hair while the other gripped the caramel polo shirt he was wearing as part of his uniform. It was his cafe, and the uniform rules were casual, but he still liked to keep things smart. They all wore jeans and plain polo shirts with the cafe's logo embroidered on the breast. It was a happy little teapot; Connor's design. Hank couldn't draw to save his life.

"You didn't finish your coffee yet," Hank chided as he drew back and glanced at the cup. It was still more than half full, hot but no longer steaming. Richard almost yelped as he was hauled up by one arm and bent over the table. Keeping a hand on his back, Hank placed the cup in front of him, giving him just enough leeway to lean on his elbows and prop himself up. "Be a good boy for me, Richie. Drink your coffee." He swore Richard's cheeks flushed two shades darker at his coaxing tone.

"Hey! What are you-" He was cut off with a moan as Hank dragged his trousers down to his ankles and slapped his bare ass. Hank chuckled as he gave a few more gentle spanks, enjoying the way the skin flushed from white to pink. He really was a pasty little fucker. A clear sign he wasn't eating right. Once again, Hank had maybe two or three weeks to get him back in shape before the next big case came along to knock him on his ass again.

"You did a good job earlier, so I'm returning the favour." Richard balked at the news, pushing up to grumble about how it wasn't necessary or he didn't need it. Another little tap put an end to that, and a reminder to drink his coffee soon shut him up altogether. "There are only two things I want to hear coming out of that pretty mouth of yours. One is my name, and the other is more of those helpless little moans." Without further ado, Hank scooted the chair closer and sat, making it a lot more comfortable to lean over as he pried Richard's pale cheeks apart. As usual, Richard was positively indignant about being opened up like this, cheeks flushed and lips stammering until the first swipe of tongue teased his ring.

His body twitched and stiffened as warm breath teased his ass and a wet tongue prodded his tight entrance. He gripped the mug tightly as his cock twitched against the bottom of the table, bouncing and swaying as he squirmed. Hank stroked and patted his ass, almost reassuring him. Richard still wasn't used to this sort of treatment, and now that he was left to his own thoughts, he found himself very much aware of the wide row of windows, giving the world a panoramic view of his bare ass. The tongue against his ring pressed a little harder, poking and stroking until it loosened enough to wriggle inside. The invasion sent pleasure coiling through his insides, tightening his balls and leaving him dripping.

He followed Hank's last instruction, hands shaking as he gripped the warm mug and raised it to his lips. A helpless moan of bliss slipped out as he swallowed. Hank's coffee was the main reason he'd come back the second time. Who'd have thought the washed-up alcoholic lieutenant with a lousy attitude would have such a talent? He wasn't even sure Hank knew how good he was. His coffee was just frothy enough to satisfy with the perfect amount of milk and just a hint of sweetness from the chocolate powder. He licked his lips, tasting the bitter blend of coffee and chocolate.

Hank smirked as he pushed his tongue deeper. He could feel Richard gradually losing himself again. His body relaxed, softening his ring and letting him push deeper. He pulled out often, licking and swirling the softening muscle before breaching once more. The needy whines became more regular, as did the squirming. By the time he pushed in the first finger, his hips were already bucking for more. His legs were trembling, probably weak from lack of regular meals. Idiot. As he stood, now two fingers deep, Hank could see Richard had almost finished his coffee, quivering hands gripping the cup like it was his anchor.

"Finish up. I'm ready with your refill," Hank teased as he used his cock to slap his pale ass. Richard outright moaned at the corny line, looking back with a somewhat withering expression. Hank smirked, chuckling under his breath as he reached down to pull his tie like a leash, leading him a little higher to get at his lips. He moaned into the contact, tasting coffee on his tongue as he drew back to watch as Richard downed the rest and all but fell on the table. "That's a good boy." Hank chuckled at the small moan that slipped out in response as Richard gripped the edge of the table. He murmured a few more words of praise as he lined himself up and pushed inside. He did it slowly. It had been a week, and Richard wasn't the most flexible of men to begin with. He liked to be rough with him sometimes, but he didn't like to hurt him. Not anymore anyway. It would be a lie to say he hadn't gotten a little satisfaction when he landed that punch on his nose, or the first time he ploughed his ass.

"H-Henry-it-fuck!" Hank stopped immediately, gripping Richard's hips and keeping him pressed against the table as he adjusted.

"Hurt?" Richard nodded, hissing as Hank gently edged his way back and forth. He wouldn't fully push in yet, not when Richard said it hurt. Ideally, he would have used lube, but they were in the middle of an empty coffee shop, so they were limited to his own spit. He'd licked and loosened him up enough that he wouldn't tear, so long as he relaxed. "Hey-hey, relax, honey...It won't hurt if you relax." It had been a long time since he'd broken out the honey pet name. Richard usually hated being coddled and pampered.

He didn't complain this time. A small whine of acknowledgement sounded as he nodded against the table and took a few breaths. Hank was tempted to pull out and loosen him a little more, or maybe even postpone things until they got home, but within the next few seconds, he felt the ring of muscle loosen. He hushed and praised him a little more, rubbing Richard's hip and slipping a little higher to stroke the small of his back beneath his shirt. Next time, he'd have to remember to have some lube ready. It was easy to forget how big he was compared to Richard. There was about a foot between them in height, and Richard was over fifty pounds lighter, probably less at the moment.

"That's it, honey...You're doing so well..." Feeling him relax, Hank finally pushed in. He hushed and held Richard down as he met his ass, pushing deep and waiting for a sign to continue. His passage tightened at first, gripping him in surprise at the raw, opened up feeling. Quick pants fled his lips as he worked through it and tried to relax again. "There's a good boy..." Richard whimpered as Hank slowly rocked his hips, meeting his ass with a soft clap. "Open your mouth and moan for me, honey. I want to hear it." Pushing himself to his elbows, Richard gripped the table and arched his spine in invitation. Each snap pushed a loud moan from his lips, which made Hank thankful the surrounding businesses had already closed. If anyone walked by on the street, they'd get quite a show.

Richard wasn't sure he'd ever felt so full, though he often thought that when he was like this. Hank filled him so much he swore he could feel it in his stomach, but he knew that was impossible. Feeling him relax, Hank cut loose a little more, rocking harder until Richard's bouncing cock bumped the table with each thrust. It was just on the edge of painful. An annoying pain, not a crippling one. The bounce wasn't that hard. Hank's grip on his hips increased as he fucked him, making the table scrape loudly on the wooden floor. The cup scraped and toppled, almost falling until Richard moved to grab it with both hands.

"Fuck, Richie, good boy-good!" Richard almost cried as one of Hank's hands moved to grip his throbbing cock. His worn hand felt warm as it gripped and stroked. Richard didn't want to come yet. He liked his partners to come first. Leaning low over his back, Hank chuckled in his ear, long whiskers prickling along his collar as whiskered lips kissed whatever they could reach. "I can feel you holding back. Don't do that, honey. Let me take care of you...Go on, Richie. Come for me..." Richard's eyes widened as Hank lifted him against his chest, changing the angle so he could thrust upwards. His legs almost turned to jelly as the hand on his cock gave a few final pumps and finally made him spill.

"H-Henry! Fuck-Henry!" Hank grunted smugly, kissing his neck and ear as he continued fucking him.

"Good boy, Richie." Richard whimpered, doing his best to stay on his feet and accept the rough thrusts against his sore ass. Leaning him against the table once more, Hank gripped both hips and finally sank in to deliver the promised refill. They were both breathless and panting when Hank pulled out and held him open, enjoying the sight of his seed trickling out of the twitching hole. He chuckled smugly as Richard shuddered the way he always did afterwards. "Welcome home." Richard let out a weak grunt of acknowledgement as he remained panting on the table.

Hank chuckled softly as he grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped up the mess he'd made. Although Richard whined a little, there was no blood mixed in with the semen, so he definitely hadn't torn anything. Always good to know. Once he'd wiped himself clean, he zipped his jeans and set about pulling up Richard's trousers for him. Richard's legs were too shaky to stand, much to Hank's amusement, so he lowered him to the chair and left him there while he finished shutting down the cafe. By the time he'd turned everything off and cleaned, he'd at least regained enough strength to limp out beside him.

"I can carry my own-"

"Yeah-yeah, sure you can. You can barely fucking walk!" Hank griped as he hefted Richard's duffle bag and pulled the cafe door behind them. Richard looped his laptop bag over his shoulder as he waited, scowling like an angry ferret. Hank huffed softly, ignoring the glare as he looped an arm across his smaller shoulders and laced a hand in his hair, leading him down the street to where he usually parked his car. "I know-I know, it's my fault. We'll have to work on stretching that ass of yours...After you catch up on all the meals you missed."