Choking (Patreon)

this pic is based on an AU where our OCs all work in the same office, Cuvier is the boss ofc, and Fordic is a janitor cause office work doesnt suit him
AAAND THE BOSS FUCKS THE JANITOR

i wrote a little Thing for this uwu;;;

"Shh, quiet now" Cuvier whispered, slightly out of breath. He stopped mid-thrust, leaving Fordic feeling utterly empty and yearning. A needy whimper escaped Fordic's lips, and Cuvier covered his mouth with his hand.
"I said, be quiet." Cuvier repeated.
But it was easier said than done. All the reasons for staying quiet, seemed to matter very little to Fordic. Being caught seemed so insignificant compared to his need to feel Cuvier's cock moving inside him again, ramming into his insides. Fordic squirmed against Cuvier, who kept adamantly still, holding him up, listening for the noises of their co-workers.
/Please, please, pleasepleaseplease--/
Then, a sweet thud of Cuvier's dick contracting, and in the stillness of the moment, that itself was enough to rouse a moan out of Fordic, his whole body tensing up.
Another thud, this time, clearly on purpose. Fordic whimpered against Cuvier's hand, his eyes rolling, shivers running up his back.
/Please, properly, give me more--/
Cuvier glanced at Fordic, smirking slightly.
"Such a hopeless slut, are you not..?"
Fordic whimpered in desperate agreement, hoping it would give him what he craved. Cuvier moved his hips, but this time slowly, deliberately. Fordic groaned against Cuvier's hand, the pleasure so close to being enough to bring him over the edge, like a glass filled to the brim, but the tension keeping the liquid safely within.
Cuvier continued to fuck Fordic slowly, enjoying his desperate sounds muffled by his hand, the little pitterpatter of both of their precum dripping down on the floor, and the constant quivering of his pussy around him.
"You are a perfect sex toy for me, you slut.." Cuvier hummed into his ear, enjoying the reactions he can so clearly feel. "Your whole body," Cuvier thrusts up harder, stirring a stifled groan from Fordic, "My toy-" he thrusts harder, faster. Fordic can only cry in pleasure, as Cuvier's dick plunges deeper than it should, so deep in him that he can feel it in his ribs. And he comes, eyes unseeing, gasping against the saltiness of Cuvier's palm, and again when he feels Cuvier come as well. Cuvier's lips grace the back of Fordic's neck as he grunts, spilling his cum inside, savoring the wonderful spasms of Fordic's orgasm around his member. They tremble in unison, hot and heaving. The moment is short, but to them, it feels eternal, a blissful moment for just the two of them.