Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12156489. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game) Relationship: Isara_Mao/Sakuma_Ritsu Character: Isara_Mao, Sakuma_Ritsu Additional Tags: Oral_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Established_Relationship Series: Part 2 of Abuse_of_Presidential_Privileges Stats: Published: 2017-09-22 Words: 1648 ****** Indulge Me ****** by Zerotaste Summary “But it’s my birthday Maa-kun, you have to indulge me.” Notes This is a sequel of sorts to Advantages of Dating the Student Council President but if you haven't read that all you need to know is that they're third years, dating and this is a fantasy Ritsu has had for a while. See the end of the work for more notes “But it’s my birthday Maa-kun, you have to indulge me.” Ritsu had whined, clinging to his back sleepily as Mao went through the contents of his bag, making sure he’d packed everything he needed for the day. “Sure Ricchan, whatever you want.” Not taking the time to consider the full implications of what he might be agreeing to would later be his downfall.   -----   “No, I haven’t gotten to that one yet, why?” Looking up from the screen of the laptop he’s been using he appraises Tori’s face. Nothing out of the ordinary, good. “I want to change something I’ve written as using our unit budget to using my own funds.” “Okay.” Biting the inside of his lip he tries to keep his breathing steady. “Just change it on the document and resubmit it to me, you know the drill.” “Just let me change it on the laptop, Saru. I’ll be two seconds max.” A bounce in his step, Tori starts to round the desk. “No-” Now the second year is suspicious. Raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms he hums curiously. “What kind of things are you looking at that you wouldn’t want me seeing huh?” He chides. “Perverted things? It was you who asked me if I-“ “Himemiya, that was almost a year ago, please let that go.” He’s thankful that Tori only suspects him of looking at something inappropriate. A quiet chuckle from under the desk makes him cringe more than the reminder of what he’d asked Tori about last Christmas. Seeing his reputation and potentially his position at this school flash before his eyes, he tries to save the situation before either his own shaky voice or the fact his desk now apparently laughs, outs him. “I can’t just make special allowances for you because you’re Vice President. Makoto said he had Tennis club this afternoon, why don’t you go join him and I’ll put fine’s submission on the top of my list of things to look at tomorrow.” “Hmph, whatever.” Still eyeing him warily, Tori thankfully, seems to give up. It’s a relief when the room is clear again. Free of immediate scrutiny, Mao lets out heavy sigh. “You can’t make noises when other people are in here!” He hisses, peering under his desk. Red eyes glint mischievously as Ritsu smiles up at him. “You’re too composed, it’s not as fun when you’re like this.” Maintaining eye contact, he his dips his tongue into the slit of Mao’s cock. Breath catching loudly, his fingers grip the desk tightly, short nails scratching at the polished wood. “If I was any less composed we’d both be getting expelled, oh my god.” Warm heat engulfs his length again and he has to tear his eyes away, the sight of Ritsu with his cock down his throat too much to bear if he doesn’t want to finish too fast. And while he would love to get this ridiculous, perverted birthday gift for his boyfriend out of the way and done, he’s been told he’s not allowed to cum without permission. Whatever punishment Ritsu has in store for him if he does lose control before he deems the amount of torture he’s suffered sufficient, is likely far worse than this. Double checking that no one’s standing in the doorway, he gives into the temptation to sink his fingers into Ritsu’s hair. It’s almost like he’s working overtime to draw out sounds that Mao’s desperately trying to suppress. Hands sneak around the back of his hips, pulling him forwards in his seat with near inhuman strength. Greedily Ritsu takes him in fully, swallowing around his length with such vigour that he can’t help but whine. Tightening his fingers in Ritsu’s hair he’s sure he’s pulling out some of the silky strands as he continues to deep throat him with every bob of his head. The pleasure relentless and far too much if he’s expected to last. A creeping thought enters his mind that maybe Ritsu doesn’t want him to last. Perhaps he’s trying to get him to climax early so he can punish him later. It ashames Mao that the thought only arouses him further, hips trying to roll up into Ritsu’s mouth for more. He’s caught between desperation and relief when Ritsu pulls back. Catching another glimpse of him he can’t help but whimper quietly. Completely dishevelled, spit drips from his chin, hair sticking up at odd angles from where he’s been grasping at it trying to keep some hold on reality. “Hmmm, Maa-kun’s so needy~” Voice slightly hoarse from swallowing down Mao’s cock he teases him, a finger running up his length so lightly it almost tickles. “If you want to cum now, beg for it, I won’t be tooooo mean later.” Swallowing audibly Mao almost considers it. Almost. His pride is about the only thing stopping him from actually giving in. “You like me being mean anyway don’t you? No matter how much you deny being a masochist, this,” He grips the base of Mao’s cock firmly as if he didn’t already know what he wasn’t referring to. “Doesn’t lie.” Ritsu’s not wrong, far from it. Even the mocking, teases way he dirty talks is enough to send Mao back to the edge he’d been on before. “At least be nice right now, I-“ His words fail him as Ritsu’s mouth makes it back onto his dick. The sound of his heavy, shuddering breathing fills the room as he struggles to regain his earlier composure. Sweat dripping down his hairline, he probably looks like a mess. If anyone walks in now he’s done for. Footsteps in the hallway outside the open door cause his heart to leap into his throat, fingers desperately pulling at Ritsu’s hair to try and get him to ease off. To his dismay Ritsu only teases him further, tongue cruelly skilled as it toys with his sensitive head. Biting his lip hard is all he can do to try and stifle the moan that’s forming in his throat. The shadow of whoever’s in the hall makes itself visible, tall, probably a third year. Hopefully they’ll just pass by. Hopefully, he thinks again, as if it’s going to raise the chances of that happening at all. “Ritsu.”He whispers urgently before having to clap a hand over his mouth, voice betraying him as a heavy moan escapes. “Isara-senpai?” A hesitant voice asks, the student in the hallway revealing itself to be not a third year but Midori, in his basketball uniform. “Are you okay.” “Yeah, ah, I’m fine, don’t.” Inhaling deeply he tries to gain some semblance of control. “I think I’m just a bit overworked, I’m not feeling so well but I’ll be fine.” Concern is clear on the second years face as he enters the room. Silently Mao pleads with him not to get too close, if his own appearance and lack of vocal control aren’t revealing enough, the place probably smells of sex by now. “Are you sure? Akehoshi-senpai sent me to ask if you wanted to join us so we could play two on two. I told him it was a bad idea cause you’re always busy but.” Midori sighs, shaking his head. “I’ll go tell him you’re sick. What a waste of time. At least I could escape practice for a bit I guess.” Biting into the palm of his hand he nods, hoping Midori will just leave. It’s rude and he feels bad for him but when Ritsu has him back down his throat completely, sucking like his life depends on it, he knows he stands no chance of giving a verbal response. His entire body starts to shake as feels himself teetering on the edge of orgasm, trying with everything he has to try and stop it. He swears he hears Ritsu hum in satisfaction from under the desk. Even if he’s just imagining hearing it, he can definitely feel it. “Uh, okay I’ll see you around I guess?” Midori shrugs, “Do you-” Unable to hold himself back he sobs, climax wracking his body. Head hitting his desk heavily he tries to hide his face. Embarrassment floods him as he rides out his orgasm, Ritsu eagerly accepting everything he has to give him. “You really don’t look okay, I’ll go get Sagami-sensei.” As Midori turns for the door Mao swears he hears him mumble ‘Ah what a pain.’ “No. Don’t.” Voice hoarse as he forces it out he tries to think past his post- orgasm fog to try and reassure Midori. “I’ll head there myself soon.” Weakly he smiles, knowing to Midori he must look in a right state. “You’re sure?” Midori sounds sceptical. “I’ll be fine, Takamine.” Finally his voice is starting to sound somewhat normal. “Alright then.” Still sounding uncertain, Midori finally leaves the room. As the sound of his footsteps slowly dies down, Mao allows himself to relax somewhat. Only somewhat because the damn door is still open and he still has his pants around his ankles. “What the fuck, Ritsu.” He breathes out, the reality of what happened beginning to sink in. “It’s my birthday, be nice to me.” Ritsu complains, sounding as though something’s sticking in his throat. Something probably is, Mao realises, vividly remembering Ritsu keenly swallowing his entire load. “What the fuck, Ricchan.” He repeats flatly. There’s a cheeky hum from Ritsu, followed by the sound of a zip being pulled. Knowing full well his own pants are still very much undone, he rolls his eyes. “Are you kidding me?” Peering under the desk only confirms his suspicions, cheeks flushed and still just as much of a mess as he’d been before, Ritsu’s freeing his own dripping, desperately hard cock. “Mmmm, nope.” He sighs, starting to work at his own length. “By the way Maa-kun. I didn’t say you could cum yet. I hope you’re looking forward to your punishment later~” End Notes Happy birthday Ritsu, I got you the best present I could think of, Mao's dick. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!