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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Inception_(2010)
  Relationship:
      Dom_Cobb/Saito_(Inception)
  Character:
      Arthur_(Inception)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Daddy_Kink, Topping_from_the_Bottom,
      Virginity_Kink, Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-15 Words: 2701
****** By Desklight ******
by ofvanity
Summary
     "The rich businessman and CEO Saito meets with the sixteen-year-old
     son of his secretary, Dominic "Dom" Cobb. They are obviously
     attracted yet Saito hesitates at sleeping with an underage but Dom's
     baby face and innocent eyes makes him hesitate no more after that
     moment..."
Notes
     Prompt fill.
Up until this point, Saito had only seen Dominic Cobb in passing.
Dominic comes into the office every Monday to pick up his mother after soccer
practice. He sits on her desk, tinkering with her abacus while he waits for her
to finish for the day. Fresh from showering, his hair is usually wet, and it
falls over his eyes, regardless of how many times he runs his skinny fingers
through it. His shorts hike when he sits like that, legs dangling, and tighten
at his thighs, thin enough to highlight the toned muscle underneath.
Whenever Saito comes out of the office, his eyes dart up through long lashes
that flutter darkly. He wets his lower lip, always that flick of tongue over
the edge of red, full flesh. His mother, Janice, will push him off the desk and
rush to attend to Saito’s needs.
They were introduced once, a firm handshake that lingered more than it should
have. Dominic rakes his eyes up and down Saito’s body and Saito pretends not to
notice.
After that, Dominic’s after-practice shorts get progressively tighter and Saito
can’t even leave his office, because Dominic is only sixteen. A high schooler,
Saito reminds himself. Every Monday, like clockwork. Sexually torturous
clockwork.
But up until now, the shorts and wet hair and soccer bruises on his body that
presents proudly to his mother, they were never really a problem. Dominic stays
a few minutes and then leaves with his mother. Up until now. The company,
founded by Saito’s father, has made family business it’s fucking prerogative
and right now, at the Annual Proclus Global Interoffice Mingler, designed to
promote “familiarity” in employees, all these things have become a problem.
In that suit, sculpted around his muscles and lean height, Dominic is
approaching him with a smirk on his face, like he knows what his bottom lip
does to Saito. He pulls it between his teeth and Saito sets down his drink in
the nearest hand, ready to cut and run. He gets all the way across the floor,
before he realizes that this might have been a bad idea. Dominic follows him to
his office, teeth nibbling thoughtfully on his bottom lip. Saito regrets
leaving his drink.
He stands at the ceiling-to-floor glass windows, wondering where the nearest
fire alarm is so he can pull it, when the door shuts behind him. Dominic
appears next to him, “You’re not running from me, are you, Mr. Saito?”
“I rather run from you than from the law, Dominic.”
Dominic sucks his teeth, “That’s too bad. I was really hoping you would fuck
me.”
“Yes, well.”
“That’s fine. I’ve never topped before, but I suppose there’s a first time for
everything.”
Saito wheels around and narrows his eyes at him. “What are you—”
Dominic sighs impatiently, then starts to remove his suit jacket. “If you’re
not going to fuck me, I’ll just have to fuck you.”
Dominic curls his tongue over his lower lip, wetting his mouth obscenely. His
hair falls over his eyes as he reaches out and pulls at the knot on his tie. It
slides between his fingers and for a second, Saito can’t think about anything
else except what’s underneath the white shirt he’s wearing. The bruised stomach
he’s only gotten glimpses of.
Saito’s resolve is weakening, with the smug glint on Dominic’s face, like he
needs a good fucking to put him in his place. His skin is probably so smooth,
unscarred though occasionally bruised. He’ll smell good, like youth and heat,
maybe a good fucking will put both of them in their place.
Before he can convince himself otherwise, he crowds Dominic, pushing him into
the desk behind him, oak wood and sleek on top, cleared. “Like hell you are.”
Dominic’s leer turns victorious as he sets himself on top of the desk, pulling
Saito in by his lapels. Saito wraps his hands around Dominic’s neck, eyes
tracing the curve of his lips.“You have been licking this every time I see you
haven’t you?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, kissing Dominic’s bottom lip before pulling it
between his teeth, gnawing and then sucking wetly on the flesh. Dominic inhales
with a small whine barely audible through the back of his throat. Saito
releases his lip and kisses him fully, licking open his mouth and trailing his
tongue through every part of Dominic he can reach. Wet and warm, the callous
edges of his tongue rushing against Dominic’s own.
There are people outside the door, risks and his heart pounding excitedly in
his chest and they need to move, take this chance before anyone notices they’re
missing or walks in or worse. A rush of excitement and panic bursts Dominic’s
his chest.
Saito’s hands rush across his back, the blades of his shoulders pulled sharp
against the shirt. He reaches the small of his back where the shirt hollows and
tugs the tails out of his pants. Saito slides past it and cups Dominic’s ass,
lifting him closer to the edge of the desk where his knees open around Saito’s
thighs. Dominic wraps a leg around Saito’s, pulling him so they are hip to hip.
Saito rubs his hands on Dominic’s inner thighs and they fall open, bucking
expectantly as Saito thumbs the erection straining his front. Saito cups him,
rubbing gently where he can feel the line of Dominic’s cock. Dominic moans into
his mouth, grinding helpfully into his hand. Saito rubs harder into the head of
Dominic’s cock and he can feel the tremor that runs through Dominic as he does
it.
Dominic’s hands appear at his neck, opening his collar, pulling open his shirt
and discarding his jacket. “You better fuck me now, Daddy.”
Saito pauses caught off guard, “What did you say?”
“Nothing shut up,” Dominic’s cheeks are turning bright pink. It’s almost
endearing if it weren’t so incredibly sexy.
Saito runs his hand absently against his cock, brushing all he can reach before
he wraps his hand around it and squeezes lightly, “Say it again.”
Dominic’s cheeks turn a brighter pink, breath hitching as Saito rubs him
through his slacks. “No, it slipped out. Just, come on.”
Saito raises an eyebrow but says nothing, turning his attention to undoing
Dominic’s slacks as he works both of their shirts open.
With his suit pants around his ankles, he finds Dominic slippery and worked
open when he slides a finger into his hole. Through his hooded gaze, Dominic is
breathless and still quips, “Surprise.”
Saito works two fingers in, curling them deeper in and spreading them until
Dominic is writhing and grunting softly in his ear. Saito’s fingers brush his
prostate and Dominic gasps, arching into his hand.
Saito pushes in a third finger, working them slowly against the clench of
muscle. “Next time, I’ll fuck you open with my tongue. Would you like that? Get
you loose with my mouth. You’re so tight; you have to relax a bit more, just
like that, yeah, good. You’re so good.”
Dominic shoves himself onto Saito’s fingers, sucking bruises into his
collarbone and chest, hands everywhere. Saito presses right at his prostate,
holding until Dominic is writhing against him. “Fuck, Mr. Saito, that’s is,
just, Christ.”
Saito unhooks his fingers and slides out, reaching across the desk for the box
of condoms in the drawer. Dominic watches him, entranced, and strokes Saito’s
cock curiously as he pulls on the condom.
His hand bends awkwardly to grip Saito, stroking unevenly. Saito thrusts into
it encouragingly, breathing through his nose as he pushes his tongue back into
Dominic’s mouth. Saito slips a finger into Dominic again, for a final twist and
Dominic breaks the kiss, breathing raggedly. “Stop that or I’ll come. Quit.”
“This?” Saito adds another finger, thrusting them into him shallowly.
Dominic shudders, “Yeah, that. Fuck, I should have done this before.”
Saito pulls his fingers out, suddenly sober through the lust. “You mean you’re
a virgin?”
“Suppose so,” Dominic shrugs, “Change that.”
Saito kisses him harder, pressing the heel of his hand into Dominic’s erection,
then fondling his balls. Dominic pulls him closer, shuddering anxiously and so
fucking pliant. “Stop that and just fuck me already.”
For a virgin, Dominic is rather pushy but Saito thinks he should have expected
as much. But the thought still strikes him that Dominic is an untouched youth,
who probably has class on Monday, about something redundant and unnecessary.
He’ll probably think about this and maybe he’ll have a quick wank in the
bathroom. For such a fresh boy, he knows what he wants and how he wants it.
Saito has a stray thought all of a sudden, that he shouldn’t be doing this with
such a young teenager--even if said teenager is warm and pliant and begging to
be fucked. Instead of stopping, though, he lines himself up with Dominic’s
entrance.
Dominic lifts his hips in assistance, biting his lower lip to keep from crying
out as the head of Saito’s cock pushes past the first ring of muscle. Saito
strokes Dominic’s cock slowly, willing him to open up around him enough to
bottom out without hurting him.
After a few deep breaths, Dominic nods minutely, prompting Saito to sink his
cock until his thighs slap the inside of Dominic’s legs, which fall open.
Dominic arches, breathing deeply and moaning. “God, yes.”
Saito pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly rocking against Dominic’s tight
heat until Dom’s heels are pressed into the backs of his legs, demanding more.
Instead, Saito’s thrusts turn in shallowly and aborted, very purposefully
ignoring Dominic’s prostate.
Dominic whines, “Come on, deeper.”
“Say it again.”
“Say what—oh, no, leave it.”
Saito stops thrusting altogether, giving Dominic room to grind into him, albeit
unsuccessfully. “I want to hear you, Dominic. I want to hear you beg for
Daddy’s cock. You’re so beautiful when you say it.”
Dominic clenches around him, infernally tight and hot like a fever, “Fuck.”
“Come on, Dominic, just once for me,” Saito grinds up into him.
Dominic writhes, pushing his hips in, “Fine, Christ, please. Please, fuck me,
Daddy. Please.”
Saito rewards him with a few quick thrusts and he stops, the heat coiling too
rapidly in his belly. Dominic lifts off and slams back down, his cock is red
and leaking as it bobs over the open expanse of his shirt. “Come on, Daddy,
that can’t be all you’ve got.”
There’s a smear of precome all across his stomach, shiny and Saito vows to lick
him clean next time. He vows to get tested and eat his come out Dominic as soon
as he’s cleared. Make a mess of him, between his thighs and clean him up with
lazy strokes of his tongue and taste buds. This clean, sweet boy, Saito can’t
wait to fill him up.
Saito watches him rise and fall, palming the fleshy cheeks of his bottom and
tracing the pull of muscle where he is buried in Dominic, in a way no one has
ever been before.
At the crook of his neck, Dominic bites absently, licking a trail up to his ear
where he says, “Come on, Daddy. Make me come. Fuck me like you know you want
to, Daddy. Like you know I want you.”
Dominic is drawn so blindingly close around him, stretched raw and his voice is
so needy and young--so new and gorgeous, he’s never said that to anyone in this
context before, Saito can’t help himself anymore.
He practically lifts Dominic off the desk altogether, pulling him off and
slamming back in, slapping his thighs against his body. This clean stretch of
skin where they meet. Saito fucks into Dominic, who pants breathlessly into his
neck, scratching at his back and keening helplessly. Each thrust is loud and
wet in his ears and he’s suddenly worried Dominic didn’t lock the door but he
can’t stop anyway.
The crest of his orgasm is peeking, ripping his breath from his throat. His
thrusts turn frantic and reckless inside Dominic, who is coming all of a
sudden—or has been coming this entire time--scraping his nails painfully into
Saito’s skin, gasping for breath. His teeth bit at Saito’s shoulder, groaning
and then sucking at the sweat on his skin as Saito rides him through his
orgasm.
Dominic clenches around Saito, and then he’s coming, vision white and coming
and coming. He bites his lip, skin over-sensitized as his thrusts wane.
Belatedly, he realizes that his nails are digging into Dominic’s hips. He
releases them and relaxes, slumping on Dominic’s shoulder.
Saito is completely breathless, panting against Dominic’s skin and trying to
compose himself. Dominic is hunched against him, unwittingly soothing where he
cut skin with his breathing pattern as everything settles. The sounds of the
party outside the door are bleeding into the room, silent except for their
calming breaths.
When Saito opens his eyes, Dominic is reaching over the desk to get some
tissues and clean himself. Saito slips out of him and reaches for him, cleaning
up the mess of come on Dominic’s chest and any slick at his thighs. He touches
the skin softly and wishes he had more time to soothe him. He ties off the
condom and tosses it in the bin, the pulls his pants up to hang loose around
his hips.
Saito lifts Dominic off the desk and he stands carefully, wincing just a bit.
“You alright?”
Dominic leans against Saito as he fixes the tails of his dress shirt. “Yeah, I
feel pretty good.”
“You’ll be sore in the morning.”
Dominic looks up at him through his eyelashes, cheekbones smooth and beautiful
and Saito thinks of fucking his mouth one day, straddling his chest and
teaching Dominic to deep throat with his pretty lips that he likes to bite like
the tease he is. Saito kisses him, sucking on his tongue softly before biting
his bottom lip.
Dominic’s hands run through his hair, pulling him in and opening his mouth to
take it again. Dominic’s phone rattles on the floor and surprises both of them.
They break apart, laughing nervously as Dominic answers, “Hello?”
“Dom! Where the hell are you? I’ve called you three times already!” Janice’s
voice comes in tiny through the speaker.
“Oh, I didn’t get any of those. Whatever, I left, mom. That party sucked. There
was only stuffy old people there, I’m at Arthur’s house now.”
“Really? Put Arthur’s mother on the phone.”
“No, you guys are like conspiratorial hens. I’ll be home tomorrow morning. I’ve
got to go, the movie is starting—”
“You said—” Dominic hangs up.
Saito laughs wryly as he buttons his own clothes, wondering where his tie
landed or more appropriately, when it came off. Dominic sends a text, typing
rapidly on his keyboard, “So, uh, I’m probably grounded,” he announces,
sighing, “Great.”
“Will you need a ride home?”
Dominic peers up at him, smirking, “You’ve given me enough rides, Mr. Saito.”
“I can always give you another.”
Dominic narrows his eyes at Saito, a small creases appearing at his eyebrows,
“Are you asking to see me again?”
“What would you do if I did?”
“Ask and you’ll find out.”
“Would you like to get together again, Dominic?”
Dominic slings his tie over his neck, leaving it loose before he answers.
“Yeah, I would. And you can call me Dom.”
“We’ll discuss it later. You better get out of here. Take the stairs to the end
of the hall. You are certain you will not need a driver?”
“No, I drove separately. My mom is like a fucking parrot in the car, it’s
ridiculous. Thanks, though.” Dominic kisses him, closemouthed and
affectionately presumptuous and that almost bothers Saito until he realizes how
much it doesn’t. “I’ll be seeing you, Mr. Saito.”
Yes, you will, Saito thinks as the boy slinks away. “It’s just Saito. You can
drop the Mister.”
Dominic looks at him over his shoulder from the doorway, and the mischievous
glint is back in his eye. “I dunno. I kind of like the mister,” and disappears.
Saito grabs the nearby desk chair and slumps into it, wondering what he’s just
gotten himself into. Tomorrow is Monday.
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