| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tDamian loosed a growl as he sank onto a pallet of boxes stacked just high enough to be a decent chair. And dropped to his knees, after just coaxing his dad to take a seat, Joshua impishly gleamed in his position. His hands stroked up the insides of Damian’s thighs, slowly brushing over the smooth fit of the uniform that guarded the coat underneath. It was the only thing that currently covered Damian’s body, aside from the slightest peek of a shimmery waistband under the dress pants. “Really gonna deny a sweaty an’ tired guy his lunch break?” Damian said while a strong shudder traveled through his broad shoulders and the rest of his bare and toned torso. “I mean, I did bring you lunch! Or did the last minute of making-out make you forget that already?” Josh said with a smug grin. And as confidently as he teased with his tongue, his paws stroked the contour of Damian’s bulge like a seer’s crystal ball, “And besides, you know how to shove stuff into your mouth really quick anyway don’t you?” He tugged at the zipper, sounding like a slow crackling flame until a hefty purple pouch emerged—barely hiding (or containing) the goods within. Damian bit his lip with a snarl, arching his head up to let out a hushed groan, “Apparently not as much as you do, you fuckin’ Rascal.” he leaned onto the other boxes and sacks that surrounded his back, scanning the immediate area of the warehouse. It took every bit of energy in him to endure the sensual stripping and stay mostly silent, because Josh liked to attack when he was at his weakest—and lifting heavy boxes while dealing with snippy managers puts him exactly there. Stress turned pent-up sexual frustration was a mischievous brat’s greatest tool. Josh finally traced up Damian’s package—palm briefly cupping its curve—and hooked under the waistband of the mesh jockstrap. “Soo, what happens if I just stop here?” he said as he tugged at the band like he was playing with food. Damian took a deep breath and smirked, “I’ll have the lunch my amazing little rascal brought me. I’ll finish my long and exhausting shift today,” he guided Josh forward until his nose pressed firmly against his bulge, “Then… I’ll come home and fuck the hell out of you until you can’t stand, make you WOOF like my jock says, and not let you blow even once~” “D-don’t threaten me with a good time, Dad” Josh said. He could barely hide the feeble whimper behind his voice or the subtle wagging of his tail. “Just reminding you who’s in charge,” Damian winked and slouched back, spreading his knees apart, “Especially when you’re trying to be a lil shit somewhere we could get caught~” “Saying that like I’m not being a little shit ‘cause you like it~” “Mmh, Isn’t that part of the whole act though?~” Juvenile giggles leave both their maws and for a brief moment, their sexualized facades drop as they stare into the other’s bright rose eyes. “Now get to it, Rascal. You only got 20 minutes to do your job, maybe less if someone starts walking by.” “Hope you can clean up in under one then, hehe…”\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t