It had been a strenuous day. Not an unusual occurrence for Richard Perkins. He ran the most successful business in the world, inventing all sorts of Poké Balls and training aids that his labs developed, as well as running the Viridian City Gym. Being so busy in two separate places meant a lot of back and forth, and it didn't help that he had a third business. A secret business. His most important business. His true calling. The Executive of Team Rocket. Being such a devilish mastermind came at a price, of course. Namely, his time and peace of mind. He rarely got to stop and enjoy a quiet evening, and even when he did, he was distracted with worries of potential or ongoing mishaps. Mishaps like these damned kids ruining his plans.

That night, Richard was determined not to dwell on it. He was going to finish these last few papers, enjoy his glass of wine, eat something, and go to sleep. Nothing would interfere with these plans. The office was locked, the gym was closed, and his minions knew what they were supposed to be doing. Luckily, the papers were mind-numbingly simple. They were part of his legitimate business, and it was mostly checking the numbers and answering financial or material requests from various researchers. Sitting back in his leather chair, papers in one hand and wineglass in the other, Richard ran his dark eyes over the text with intense focus. That focus was broken briefly as a low rumble sounded by his chair.

"What is it, Saffy?" he grumbled affectionately as the large Persian approached and rubbed her chin along the arm of his chair. He softened at that, lowering his glass to the table and looking down to run gentle fingers through her thick cream fur. She purred low in her throat as he teased his thumb around the red jewel on her forehead, tail flicking lazily. "Just another hour, I promise." It was the same promise he always made, and she gave him her usual answer, nudging up for a final stroke before padding away with a swish of her tail. She was probably bored. She often got that way without Sumo around to keep her company.

Looking at the digital display on his desk, he was unsurprised to find it was nearly ten o'clock. He was late again. Pushing off the cold, lonely feel of the office, Richard raised his glass and resumed his reading. A certain tartness filled his mouth as the wine touched his tongue. A small hum rumbled in his throat and he lowered the glass, pursing his lips as he ran his eyes over the papers. It was a summary of that month's business costs. A little high, but not too far out of his expectations. His secret business had just outfitted a new base of operations, complete with the latest science labs available. All that equipment cost a pretty penny, but it would be worth it in the long run. So long as those damned kids don't come along and ruin it this time...

His jaw tightened as he thought of them. He'd never liked children, but he never used to hate them as he did now. Perhaps that wasn't true. It wasn't all children, just this one small trio that kept getting in his way. No matter what business he was trying to conduct, these kids had been getting in his way the entire year! Whenever he had a notable success, it felt like these three turned up to undo his good work. It was beyond frustrating. He was still stewing over it as a worn hand covered his eyes, and familiar whiskers teased his neck above the collar of his shirt. His body stiffened at first, but quickly relaxed. Saffy hadn't even growled, and if Saffy wasn't bothered, then there was only one person it could be.

"Still plotting world domination?" Hank teased in a low rumble, warm breath teasing his ear. Richard huffed as he reached up and removed the hand from his eyes, holding it gently and lowering it to his chest instead. Turning his head, he found Hank right where he expected him to be. Leaning around the back of his chair, looking down at him with his usual fondness. He was still dressed in his long white lab coat, and his hair had been tied back in a short tail, a clear sign he'd just come from work. He was a little ruffled and windswept, so he hadn't even stopped home first. It was quite a way from Pallet Town. Richard barely pouted at the welcome. It sounded almost childish when you put it like that.

"It would be a lot easier if you stopped sending those damned kids my way." They both knew what he was talking about. Not only had Hank given the little guttersnipe his first Pokémon, but he always seemed to turn up at just the right time, in just the right place, to be a constant thorn in his side. Richard looked away, clicking his tongue and ignoring the prickles running across his skin as Hank let out a gruff chuckle. "It's almost like you want to see me in jail!" he huffed as he folded his arms and looked at the far wall, doing his best to remain aloof as Hank leaned in beside him.

"We both know that would never happen. You pretty much own the police!" A true enough statement. Money could buy pretty much anything, and although he didn't have the local Officer Jenny in his pocket, he had her boss and her boss's boss. One phone call and a generous cheque and he'd be a free man. Even if he had to do a little time, many of those behind bars were part of his organisation, and prison guards were notoriously easy to pay off and manipulate. "Besides, you'd get bored without me keeping you on your toes..." Richard closed his eyes with a small hum as Hank swooped in to press teasing kisses up and down his throat. The hand on his chest crept higher, pulling his silk tie loose and tugging the top button of his shirt to loosen the collar.

The moment the collar loosened, Richard felt teeth nip his skin while Hank's hand busied itself with the buttons of his shirt. They were both interrupted as Saffy got to her paws with a stretch and padded over to nose Hank's thigh. Hank chuckled softly as he drew back to tease her around the ears and answer her low, purring question. Although she liked Hank, he wasn't the one she wanted to see. He was more than aware of that as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Poké Ball. With a press of the button, it grew from the size of a walnut to the size of an orange, making Saffy's eyes light up and her tail swish.

"Alright, Saffy, I got you. You want to play with Sumo?" Saffy gave a low mewl of agreement as Hank tossed the ball from hand to hand.

"By play do you mean wreck my office?" Richard groused as he turned his chair to find Hank grinning and Saffy staring at him almost pleadingly. They all knew he'd never deny Saffy, especially not when she was sitting so primly, swishing her tail and making her eyes as big as saucers. She was his constant companion and rarely got to play with other Pokémon besides the times he trained and battled at the gym. Seeing Sumo was a treat she only got when Hank came over, which was only a regular occurrence when Richard was in Viridian City on business and Hank was in his Pallet Town lab. Both had been rare occurrences lately.

"It's not like you don't have cleaning staff, and anything they break is easily replaced." Hank's point was a good one, and a small price to pay to see Saffy happy and give them a little alone time. Richard sighed as Saffy shuffled closer to rest her chin on his thigh. Anyone who thought Pokémon were stupid had clearly never had a Persian. She'd learned all his ticks and knew exactly how to manipulate him to get what she wanted.

"Alright, fine! But you keep that mongrel away from my paintings, got it?" Saffy purred happily as Hank guffawed and opened the ball. With a beam of red light, the huge, striped canine appeared, shaking its cream mane and fluffed tail. Within a few seconds Sumo realised where he was and padded over to greet Richard. "Jeez! What have you been feeding him? He's huge!" He was big the last time he saw him, but now he was almost as tall as he was, and around three times Saffy's size. The black and orange fur was soft and glossy as Richard buried his hands in it and stroked his large flank in greeting.

"Arcanines do a fair bit of growing in their first year. You only saw him right after evolving, isn't that right, Sumo?" Hank said as he ruffled Sumo's cream mane and teased his large ears. Sumo gave a low boof of agreement, panting happily at all the attention before he noticed Saffy hopping lightly from paw to paw. She prowled back and forth, swishing her tail in a come hither gesture. Sumo lowered his upper body and swished his tail in return, inviting her to play. Being the demure lady she was, Saffy padded over, aloof as ever, and rubbed her head along Sumo's neck in greeting. "Now, you kids go on and have fun," Hank encouraged as he opened the office door and held it wide.

"Try not to burn anything!" Richard called anxiously, turning his head to watch them leave. Saffy butted Sumo's large shoulder before taking off, running silently into the large foyer. Sumo's paws were much louder with his weight and long claws, padding and tapping after her. Hank chuckled as he closed the door, watching Richard wince as a crash sounded somewhere in the foyer. It sounded like one of the large sofas had been knocked over. If they were already knocking over sofas, that didn't bode well for the rest of the furniture. "I should charge you for damages." They both knew he never would.

"I have other ways of paying you back..." Richard scoffed, and was about to turn back to his papers when a firm hand fisted in the chest of his shirt. There was little he could do as he was hauled to his feet. Hank ignored the brief objection as he swept the papers off the desk, watching them flutter to the floor and replacing them with Richard's ass. "Hey! Those were in order, and I'm halfway through my-" He was silenced by Hank's insistent lips and the clatter of his chair as it was pushed aside.

Richard couldn't help it. He was weak for Hank and they both knew it. His thighs parted the moment Hank nudged his knee, allowing him to step between them. It was pitifully easy to get him like this. The longer they went without seeing each other, the more desperate he was when they finally came together. He didn't put up a fight as Hank pulled his shirt loose and popped the buttons. His own hands were too busy gripping Hank's lab coat and pulling him closer, moaning against his lips as those seasoned fingers got to work on his nipples.

"Fuck, I missed you...You weren't here the last time I was back." It was hard to keep in touch sometimes. With three jobs and bases in multiple cities, Richard did a lot of travelling, and Hank was often busy with research out in the wilds. It was easy, and quite common, for them to miss each other. Hank hummed his agreement. His assistant had given him the message when he'd returned a few days later, but Richard had already headed off by then. It wasn't really anything to apologise for. They were both busy people, so it couldn't be helped.

"I was researching off the coast. There were rumours of a red Gyarados spotted out west, but we found nothing." Richard hummed an acknowledgement as Hank returned to his lips and cupped his smooth cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin. Immaculate as always. There were few things Hank enjoyed more than ruining perfection. Richard had set himself up as a prime target the moment they met. Perfectly trimmed hair, clean shaven, manicured nails, and expensive tailored suits. Richard moaned as rough fingers laced in his hair and pulled, tilting his head back to let Hank trail kisses down his throat. "You'd already left by the time I got back." Richard hummed his agreement.

"Business meeting in Saffron City. Couldn't miss it." It was hectic schedules like theirs that made relationships difficult to maintain. They'd only lasted this long because they kept things so casual. At least, that's what they'd agreed. Richard didn't know if Hank had anyone else on the side, and he didn't really want to. He certainly didn't. When would he have the time or energy? He could barely manage meeting up with Hank on time! Luckily, Hank understood how hectic life could be, especially when he added more work on top with his persistent meddling.

"For which business? One, two, or three?" Hank knew it was unlikely to be one. That was the Viridian City Gym, so meetings were rarely necessary. Of two and three, they both knew Hank would rather it be business two, his legitimate business. Richard paused with a moan, grinding into the firm hand rubbing his crotch. Hank smirked, working his fingers over his trapped balls and stroking up to press his hardening cock through his trousers.

"My research and development business. There was a breakthrough with the Master Ball. They think it might be ready for testing soon." It was supposed to be able to catch any Pokémon, no matter how old or strong. It had been in development for over three years. Hank hummed his approval, quietly pleased that he hadn't been set aside for the secret third business. It was also promising to hear about the Master Ball. Expensive as they'd be, it would make it a lot easier to conduct his research if he could catch rare Pokémon on the first try without having to worry about them running away. "Oh-fu-Ha-Henry!" Hank chuckled as he continued to tease, running his free hand up and down Richard's thigh and kissing his insistent lips.

"I know-I know, I've kept you waiting, haven't I? I bet you saved it up for me too, hm?" Hank smirked at the way Richard squirmed and looked away. There's no way he'd say it out loud, but they both knew he wasn't the self-help type, and he was too busy to take on another lover. The only times he indulged himself were the times Hank came around. Hank chuckled as he kissed his way down Richard's throat, biting and sucking the pale skin beneath his collar. It wouldn't do to mark him for others to see, but Hank always left little marks where Richard would see. Something to keep him company when they were apart. Richard gasped at the sting across his skin, slapping Hank's shoulder in reproach and clicking his tongue as he pressed the tender area. "Don't be such a prude! No one will see it." Richard wasn't so sure he agreed. It felt a little high.

"Just be careful. You know I have business meetings lined up all week." He didn't know that, but it wasn't surprising. Richard Perkins was a busy man. He was still a little tense as Hank arrived at his pecs and kissed his way across the soft flesh to lick and tease his nipples. The knots in his spine slowly loosened as Hank's tongue licked and swirled, sending prickles across his skin. It always took a little time to get Richard to relax, especially when he'd been working. His mind was always busy. Luckily, Hank knew the combination to turn it off.

"Henry!" A hand gripped his grey hair, pulling him closer as he nipped a small bud and ran his hand up and down his spine. "Shit, you have teeth like a Raticate!" Richard winced as Hank nipped again, cock twitching despite the sting. Whiskers prickled his skin as Hank moved lower, licking and kissing a trail over his soft abs to the expensive buckle of his belt. Richard leaned back on his hands as Hank loosened his belt and dropped to his knees, slowly pulling the zipper as he went. His mouth fell open with a sigh as the material loosened and Hank palmed him through his boxers.

"Look who's talking, little Furret." Richard's chest puffed immediately, indignant at the comparison, making Hank smirk as he yanked the expensive slacks, sliding them all the way down to his ankles. Shiny shoes clattered to the thick carpet and his legs were soon freed, revealing the smart sock garters hugging his calves with thin straps keeping the black material fastened in place. Hank groaned at the sight, biting the strap and pulling it with his teeth. Richard jerked at the sting as it pinged his calf, dark eyes sharpening. "Fuck, I love it when you wear these." It was standard office attire, but Hank had never known anyone else to wear them.

"Why?" It wasn't that unusual. His father had always worn them, and as soon as he'd started going to school, he'd worn them, too. It made sense. It kept his socks up so he didn't have to stop and pull them if they slipped. They kept things neat and tidy.

"Because they're so outdated, they're charming!" Richard balked at that. Did people really not wear them anymore? They were practical! "Fuck, you look hot." It was like lingerie for men. His socks made his feet and ankles look somewhat delicate, and the sight of those straps on his strong calves keeping everything in place made his cock twitch each time he looked at them. He enjoyed pinging the elastic and watching Richard flinch and pout at him, and running his thumb over the metal clips. He also liked the half-dressed look he had going on. His tie was undone, shirt open, socks and garters strapped firmly in place, and his tight boxers were bulging with his swollen cock. "My hot little Furret."

"Shut up!" Richard had learned a long time ago that claiming he wasn't a Furret only made him sound petulant. Telling Hank to shut up wasn't really any better, but he couldn't just let it pass. Hank smirked as he kissed his way from his garters to his inner thigh, taking his time nipping and kissing the pale flesh. He bit and sucked harder here, since no one else would ever see it. Richard gasped and whined softly, frowning at the red patch that was left behind as Hank moved higher. He could forget he was cross as Hank's hand stroked his straining cock and finally reached for the elastic of his boxers.

At first, he only pulled it low enough to let his cock spring free, kissing the springy flesh and letting his whiskers tickle the surface. Richard gasped and squirmed at the sensation, unsure whether it tickled or scratched. He lifted his hips as Hank dragged his pants off and dropped them on the floor with his trousers, pushing his thighs wide to enjoy the sight of his dark curls and swollen balls. They were good and full in his palm as he teased and rolled them, kissing Richard's thighs and watching him moan and sigh.

Settling on his knees, he gripped Richard's cock and stroked back and forth, slowly encouraging him to full hardness. Richard gazed down at him with heady chestnut eyes, wrapping his legs over his large shoulders and pulling him closer. Hank went willingly, licking and mouthing the sensitive sack of flesh while kneading his cock. Richard wasn't one for words, but he had ways of letting him know what he wanted. He gasped and moaned, whined and squirmed, and pushed and pulled with eager hands and legs. He gripped the edge of the desk with one hand as the other came to rest on Hank's shoulder, barely gripping his white coat as he finally released his balls to lick a strip up his twitching cock.

"You going to squeak for me, little Furret?" Hank teased as he gripped the solid flesh and teased his tongue around the rosy tip. Richard glared indignantly as he licked the underside, pulling the soft skin back to tease his glans. He made no move to go further, rubbing back and forth, sliding up over the dripping tip. He could taste salt and skin on his tongue, a musk that was simply Richard. Pressing the tip harder, dipping his tongue in the slit, he smirked as the smallest whine slipped out. "That's it, Richie, let me hear you." Richard would have glared if he hadn't chosen that moment to suck in the whole tip.

A low moan fled his lips, and the hand on Hank's shoulder moved to his hair instead. His silver locks were still tied up, which gave Richard something to hold on to as he gripped the small tail. He didn't push or pull just yet, but it was keeping him grounded as Hank began moving back and forth. There were few things Hank liked better than the sound of Richard Perkins coming undone. Now that he knew his spots, it was pitifully easy, but during those early days it had been a hard won battle. His spine was rigid as an Onyx, and his face was harder to read than a Marowak. Now, after all these years, he was less shy about letting his feelings show on his face, and Hank knew which buttons to press to get what he wanted.

Hank dragged his teeth over the outer skin, enjoying the way Richard's eyes shot wide and his thighs trembled. He sucked hard and dropped, pressing his nose against Richard's crotch as he hit the base and tore a moan from his lips. The hand in his hair finally tightened, pushing and pulling in a rhythm he could follow. Hank indulged him for now, greedily sucking and rocking back and forth. Richard moaned and trembled, gripping and twitching with each long suck, breaths panting as he squirmed on the edge of his desk. Each suck sent tingles through his pelvis, swelling and tightening in a ball of pleasure that felt ready to burst.

"You going to come for me, Richie?" Richard shuddered as Hank drew back and asked. They could both feel it coming. His cock was throbbing, balls tightening in preparation. Hank chuckled fondly as he returned to the task, sucking and licking his cock and reaching up to squeeze his balls. Richard's breaths quickened, moans and whines slipping out as he rocked and squirmed. He gripped Hank's hair, finally pulling it free of its tail to bury his fingers in the steely locks.

"H-Henry, I-" He cut off with a moan as he came, tightening his thighs and pulling Hank closer. Hank moaned around his cock, sucking and swallowing, bobbing and milking him for all he was worth. Even after the flow stopped, he remained at the task. Richard whined and finally pushed at his head, a clear sign he was heading for overstimulation. Hank gripped harder at that, sucking and licking until he felt Richard's thighs shudder and helpless mewls fled his lips. "Ha-Han-st-" Hank pulled off with a wolfish grin, enjoying the flush of Richard's skin as he looked up from his place between his quivering thighs.

"Well? Does my little Furret want his milk?" Hank teased as he got to his feet and rubbed a hand over his own swollen bulge. He smirked at the way Richard's face scrunched in disgust at the question.

"Hank, I swear to God, if you-"

"What? You don't want to be my cute little Furret? You know I'll treat you right..." Hank teased softly as he laced a hand in Richard's dark hair and teased his scalp. He knew he had him as he rubbed just above his right ear. It was one of his spots. The pressure of his hand increased as Richard hummed and leaned into the touch, nuzzling for more. His chestnut eyes lost their sharpness, returning to the soft headiness that told Hank he'd get what he wanted. Blue eyes softened as he gently encouraged him off the desk and down to his knees. Eager hands joined his own on his belt, and soon his bulging cock was free of its cotton prison.

His cock was a little bigger than Richard's, sitting plump in his hand as he squeezed and stroked. Unlike Hank, Richard went straight for the cock, licking and kissing the swollen tip while stroking up and down the shaft. Hank groaned low in his throat, watching with soft blue eyes as Richard pulled off to lick up and down the girthy shaft, greedily massaging the hardening flesh. Despite not lavishing them with his tongue, his balls weren't forgotten. Richard cupped and rolled them, teasing each globe and squeezing the sack.

"Fuck, that's good, Richie, just like that," Hank moaned as Richard returned to suckle the tip. He hummed a vague agreement as he gripped Hank's thighs and started rocking slowly. It was well worth the price of the expensive carpet when he was kneeling like this. Wood would be too hard on his knees these days. He wasn't exactly old, but he was middle-aged. He could afford the finer things in life, so why not indulge? The carpet in his office was almost two centimetres thick, which made it a nightmare for his chair to roll on, but it felt good on his knees and bouncy as he walked. "Come on, little Furret, you can take more than that." Hank's voice was a low purring rumble as he leaned down and rested his hands on the edge of the desk, trapping Richard in place.

Richard's brow creased in warning, teeth coming to rest against the soft skin of Hank's cock. Hank paused, raising an eyebrow. It was an idle threat, and they both knew it. Richard would never hurt him. Despite that, Hank got the message and huffed a fond sigh, stroking his dark hair in apology and watching him nuzzle into it. He hummed softly as Richard gave a lazy suck around the tip and returned his hand to the desk.

"Alright, I'll stop..." Richard wasn't sure he agreed, but he'd let it slide for now. There were more important things to worry about, like getting Hank's cock good and hard. Taking a breath through his nose, Richard got to work, rocking back and forth on his knees. Hank remained still at first, content to lean on the desk and let Richard work himself up to it. His cock was large, but that didn't mean Richard couldn't take it. He'd had to practice, of course, but those first few times of making him vomit had been worth it for the result. "Oh-fuck, Richie! Fuck, you're so good!" He was already taking two-thirds as he gripped his large hips.

Richard pushed and pulled, rocking back and forth and feeling Hank's cock slide down his throat. He had a pretty good angle, though it wasn't as good as the times they did it over the edge of his bed. At those times it was effortless, and Hank could really cut loose, thrusting cleanly all the way down. A greedy little moan slipped out as Hank's hips moved, reverberating up and down his cock and making him grunt. Richard held tighter as his hips nudged again, trying to time his breathing right to take in as much as possible.

"Fuck, you think you can take me?" Richard hummed in agreement and gripped Hank's hips, shuffling a little further forward and leaning back as he waited for Hank to cut loose. Looking down and finding him ready, lips stretched around his cock with his eyes closed and focused, Hank began. Keeping his hands on the desk, he used it for balance as he snapped his hips, starting with a few slow thrusts to test the depth of Richard's throat. A deep moan rumbled as he realised Richard was managing to take him to the hilt. "Oh-yeah, God, you're like a fucking sleeve!" His throat was good and tight, snug around his cock with each thrust. The little choking sounds that slipped out with each thrust only added to the twitching of his cock.

Richard whined softly, choking on each breath as he tried to keep up. It was hard to take in full breaths between thrusts, and the rubbing of the cock in his throat left him sore and stretched. He tried to swallow around it as his mouth filled with saliva and pre-release, which slowly escaped the corners of his mouth to trickle down his chin. The sight made Hank moan low in his throat as he looked down and caught Richard looking up with dazed chestnut eyes. He could have come right there, but he had other plans.

"Fuck, that's enough!" He pulled out with a deep breath, panting and pulling Richard up to get at his lips. It had been too long since they'd last done this. They'd been too busy lately, especially with the police taking down one of Richard's primary bases. That was the only problem with his schemes and games. When the kids and police got close, Richard got busy. He was pretty much blue balling himself. "Turn around and show me your tail." Hank snickered as Richard gave his shoulder a light slap, but he turned around nonetheless. "That's it, Richie, bend over for me." Richard was already doing as he was told, resting his chest and folded arms on the desk and opening his thighs.

Richard closed his eyes and trembled as Hank's aged hands stroked up his thighs and over his hips, pushing his shirt higher to reveal his rounded ass. He almost yelped as a hand swatted his cheek, the sting warming his skin and making his cock twitch. His head turned enough to level a small glare at Hank as he chuckled low in his throat, pulling his cheeks apart and rubbing his thumb over his twitching ring. The muscles softened a little as he worked, though he wouldn't push inside without slicking him up first.

"That's it, there's a good little Furret." A hand on the back of Richard's neck kept him down, but the glare he shot over his shoulder was enough to tell Hank he was on thin ice. Hank smirked as he pulled a small bottle of lube from his inner pocket. His own creation. "Come on, I haven't been able to tease you for over a month!" Richard sighed in defeat and did his best to relax against the varnished surface as the cool gel trickled between his cheeks. Hank set the bottle aside and immediately started rubbing it over the puckered ring, slowly twisting and pushing two fingers inside.

Richard didn't know what the lube was made of, but it almost seemed to warm his insides as Hank pushed deeper. Each teasing push made him feel more relaxed, and soon the hand on his neck was unnecessary as he whined and rocked into the teasing touches. His limp cock gradually twitched to life, especially as he felt Hank's cock glide between his thighs to nudge his balls. Prickly lips pressed kisses up and down his shoulder and Hank leaned against his back, fingers pushing deep as he flexed them.

"Come on, little Furret, squeak for me," he purred, nipping his lobe as he leaned down beside him. Richard balked as he felt the tip of his cock against his ass, but he made no move to press inside. He wouldn't! "I said squeak, little Furret." Richard whined softly, but Hank remained immovable, biting his lip smugly as he held his hips to stop him bucking. Richard hunched over and closed his eyes in silent refusal. No way. There was no way in hell he was going to make a fucking Furret noise! "Please, you know I love the little noises you make," Hank murmured as he kissed along his shoulder and butted his head. Richard cringed at the thought. He never should have indulged him the first time.

"F-fnya!" He could feel his cheeks burning as Hank moaned in his ear and pushed forward.

"That's a good little Furret." Richard shuddered in mortification as Hank breathed in his ear, slowly rocking his hips and filling him. His body stiffened and shuddered as the cock breached his walls, forcing the breath from his lungs in a low, quivering mewl. Hank paused once he'd pushed in and kissed his shoulder again, giving him time to adjust. "Fuck, I should buy you some ears and a tail to enjoy this properly," Hank teased as he rubbed his hips, squeezing as he felt him tremble. Richard moaned softly, squirming as Hank remained pressed up against his ass.

"Fnya-fnya!" He couldn't believe he was giving in to this, and he couldn't believe it was working as Hank groaned in his ear and snapped his hips. "F-fn-nn-ya-f-fuck-Henry!" The sound of his name made his cock twitch again as he pulled out and turned Richard to face him. In moments, his ass was on the desk and he was tipping back with his legs open. Hank lounged between his thighs and encouraged him to hold his own knees, spreading himself wide. It was different looking down at him. More intimate. It had been too long since he'd had him like this, even longer since they'd shared a bed.

"Fuck, Richie, hold yourself open, that's it, fuck!" Richard moaned as Hank slammed in, leaning over him and holding himself up on the desk. It felt good, feeling his lab coat rubbing his thighs, seeing him wrecked and sweaty in his work clothes while he was lying half-naked on his desk. He pulled his knees higher and wider, quietly urging Hank to plough his ass with needy whines and moans. "Hold on, Richie, that's it." Richard moaned again as Hank caged him against the desk. All he could do was lie there and hold on. He could barely even squirm, curled up as he was.

"H-Henry! Henry-Henry-Henry!" Hank didn't think he'd ever tire of hearing that. It turned him on more than those little whines and squeaks. He could feel Richard's passage tightening around his cock. He was close, but he wouldn't spill a second time without a little motivation. With that in mind, he reached between their bodies and gripped his dripping cock. "Fu-fnya-fu-Henry!" Hank moaned, cutting loose and snapping his hips so hard he could hear Richard's back hitting the desk. Despite the rough thuds, he didn't voice any objections as he moaned and held himself open.

"Come here, fuck-Richie!" Hank moaned as he claimed his lips. Their tongues danced lazily as he finally pulled Richard's ass closer and spilled, shooting deep and filling him. Richard shuddered as Hank drew back with a smirk. "Here, let me help you hold on to that for later." Richard balked as Hank grabbed one of his knees and pulled a Figy Berry from his pocket. The small fruit was almost shaped like a long diamond, pointy and round at one end, and gradually thinning at the top. It was vaguely plug shaped, but definitely not something Richard wanted in his ass. Unfortunately, Hank didn't give him much choice as he pressed the wide end against his loosened ring and pushed it in.

"Are you fucking crazy? What if it gets stuck in there?" He'd never been a fan of inserting random objects in his ass, and for good reason.

"Well, you'd best walk carefully until we get home, then let me take it out for you." Richard felt his cheeks heat as Hank pulled him up and dumped his pants and slacks on his lap. "You get dressed while I wrangle Saffy and Sumo." He didn't even have time to object before Hank disappeared into the foyer and started calling for Sumo. He groaned and buried his face in his hand, shuddering as he felt the waxy berry shift in his ass. How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?