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“Damn… Krieger…” Cyril sat in his chair, forcing himself to do so. He takes out his handkerchief and dabs his forehead of sweat. “Why doesn’t he just… put a sign on the door?” He walked into Krieger’s lab mere minutes ago, but when he did, a foggy miasma invaded his senses. Krieger turned the corner with a gas mask and said ‘Uh oh’. Cyril coughs and swears at the crazy man, leaving the lab without hearing what Krieger was trying to say, something about a ‘powerful stimulant’ and ‘orgies’ or whatever. And so from the looks of it: sweating, breathing heavy, senses in overdrive, and a raging erection… it was an arousing stimulating inhalant. “Fucking… Jeezy…”
“Cyril?” On cue, Ray enters his office. “Jesus, what’s wrong, honey? Pam said you looked like you ran a marathon back when you couldn’t!”
“Ray~…” He refuses to look at his gorgeous boyfriend, knowing that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to control himself, but… oh fuck he can smell him and he smells so good. “Krieger… he has a drug… in his lab…”
“Shit, did he stick you with a needle?” Ray asks, taking one step closer.
“Don’t! Come any closer…” Cyril leans down on his desk and covers his head with his arms, trying to block out Ray’s scent. “It’s a sex drug, and no, it’s a gas, not a needle.”
“Damn Krieger.” Ray closes the door, leaning against it. “Well, I’m willin’ to help you out. It’s the best way to get it out of your system.”
“But, what if I hurt you or something?” Cyril says, still hiding like an ostrich. “And Jeez, who knows how long it will take to…”
“Sweetheart, even with all your new muscles and skills, I could still kick your ass. And forget about any side effects.” Ray pushes himself off the door and moves closer. “Do you want me to help you or not?”
“Yes! Please.” Cyril whimpers before standing abruptly and running to bear-hug his boyfriend, taking a big whiff of his scent. “Oh, you smell so goooood~…”
“Oh yeah?” Ray definitely feels the effects of the drug grinding against his hip. He starts undoing Cyril’s belt and pants. “What do I smell like, baby?”
“Cologne… the Versace one… aah~!” Cyril moans when Ray touches him through his underwear.
“Shh, keep your voice down.” Ray whispers in his ear. “Let’s go to the desk.” He leads Cyril to lean on the desk, kissing him as they travel. Ray takes Cyril’s big dick out and starts stroking it. “What else, baby?”
“Oh, the… the pomade…” He gets a big whiff of it when Ray goes to his knees. “Aftershave… ooooh…” Ray licks and sucks the pocket where his balls and cock meet. “I can taste you too… lip balmmmm…” A long lick to the tip. “C-Cigarettes, breath mints, the gyoza you made for lunch…” Ray takes him in his mouth, slow and deliberate. “And… and…”
“Mm-hmm…” Ray looks up at him, quirking an eyebrow.
“And… you. I don’t know how to describe it, but… all those things mixed together… plus a little extra… oh God, Ray, I can’t…” Cyril puts a hand over his mouth to stifle his moan as he comes down Ray’s throat.
“Mmph…” Ray pulls away after swallowing. “Damn, Cyril, you’re still as hard as a bull horn.”
“Fuck…” Cyril runs a hand through his hair, still very hot. He takes off his suit jacket and tie, noticing that the seam at the shoulder was ripped. “Oh, Jeezy Peats…”
“I thought I heard a rip.” Ray stands up. “You’ve been doin’ that a lot lately.”
“I know, another suit ruined.”
“Then get new and improved ones, you cheapskate.” Ray takes off his jacket, shoes and pants.
“I’m not… that cheap…” Cyril can smell Ray’s pheromones and… shit, he’s just so handsome. Ray gingerly takes a tiny jar from his jacket pocket before laying it just so on the chair.
“I got a new jar of lube, baby.” He winks. “I always come…!” He’s cut off by Cyril grabbing him and bending him over the desk, papers going askew. “Goddamn~…”
“I’m sorry, but…” Cyril grabs the lube and scoops it up with both hands, needing to hurry to prep Ray and himself at the same time. “I’m going crazy, here.”
“And I have no complaints… mmmnn…” Ray bites his lower lip as Cyril fingers him, the wet, slippery sounds making him more excited. He likes Cyril going alpha, as well as his soft side. He reaches back to manually spread his ass cheeks apart, helping the prepping along.
“Oh, God, Ray…” Cyril couldn’t take the sight and came a second time, this time on Ray’s perfect ass.
“What the shit?” Ray looks back at him, cock in hand and still hard. “Krieger really did a number on you, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, that creep…” Cyril removes his fingers and lines himself up with Ray’s entrance. “But don’t worry, I’ll make you come, I promise.”
“I’m counting on you.” Ray relaxes himself as Cyril eases in. “Oh fuck~…” He remembers to keep quiet, too.
“Oh, Ray, you… aangh… really take me so well…” Cyril rubs Ray’s lower back soothingly, going a little further each time with his thrusts.
“Jesus, Cyril, you’re so hot when you say shit like that~… oooo…” Ray starts pushing his hips back to meet his, and that’s when he knew Ray was ready. He grips Ray’s bionic hips hard and starts pulling him in himself, Ray’s toes barely touching the floor. “AH-MMMMMPH~!” Ray almost screamed aloud but covered his mouth in time, at least he thinks so. This is the perfect angle for Cyril to hit his prostate over and over. “Mmm… NNN~… Cyril, keep going… oh God… I’m gonna come, baby, keep going…!”
“Fuck… Raaaayy…” Cyril does what his boyfriend says, not stopping and holding back his orgasm until Ray comes, splattering on his desk. “Hhnnnngh!” Cyril comes inside him, thinking it was a good sign that he was able to control himself that time, but… “Damn it, I’m still…!”
“Holy shit.” Ray definitely feels it. “Again, how are you conscious?”
“Oh, this is getting bad.” He slides out of Ray, cum dripping down this beautiful thighs. Ray grabs some tissues and attempts to wipe himself off a little. “No, please let me.” Cyril takes the tissues and cleans him up.
“Such a gentleman.” Ray sounds sarcastic but secretly loves it. When Cyril throws the wet tissues in the trash, he stands and turns around, seeing that Cyril was sweating through his shirt, hair a mess and glasses fogged from his deep breaths. “How ‘bout we go one more time, and then we’ll get Krieger.” He picks up Cyril’s handkerchief and dabs the sweat from his forehead.
“You want to take me again?”
“I wanna take you, baby.” Ray kisses him.
“Oh! Oh right.” Cyril remembers the times Ray fucked him. Prior to Ray, he only ever had small things in his ass before, a couple of fingers and a small vibrator, but never got pegged. But it turns out, he loves bottoming, like a whole lot. “Yes, please, Ray!”
“Gotta get me hard again.” Ray points at his cock.
“Yes, dear.” Cyril immediately gets on his knees, stroking Ray’s already growing erection.
“Dear, huh? That’s new.”
“I-Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay you little… mmm~…” Ray is interrupted by Cyril’s hot mouth. “Cute puppy, you…”
“Mmmnn…” Cyril moans, intoxicated by the smell of sex and Ray. He reaches down to touch himself.
“Ah-ah-ah~…” Ray kicks Cyril’s hand away. “You’re not allowed to come until I’m balls deep inside of you.”
“Mmmph~…” Cyril whines, willing himself not to come just from the picture in his mind.
“You want me to fuck you, Cyril, with these bionic hips?” Ray slaps the side of his hip.
“Oh, God, yes Ray, please!” Cyril pulls away, thinking Ray was hard enough.
“Then take off your pants and lie down on that shitty carpet.” Ray cradles Cyril’s strong chin. “I’m gonna give you rug burn, honey.”
“Fuck~…” Cyril practically rips off his pants, shoes going with them. He lies on the floor and spreads his legs.
“Hell yeah, sweetheart.” Ray scoops up some lube and kneels on the floor in front of Cyril, putting two fingers inside him.
“Ooohh~…” Cyril lets his fingers right in. He usually tightens up, but he guesses the drug is keeping him loose. Damn Krieger.
“What a good dog.” Ray says. “I’m not gonna diddle your prostate since I don’t want you coming yet.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” Ray cocks an eyebrow.
“Um… sir?”
“No~.”
“… Dear?”
“That’s it.” Ray smiles, using the extra lube for himself before lining himself up with Cyril’s cute hole. “Shiiiitt…” He pushes in halfway.
“Oh wow, Ray, dear… nngh~…” Cyril throws his head back in pleasure, loving the sensation and the heat.
“Damn, you are… ah… takin’ me so easily.” Ray smooths his hands up Cyril’s thighs. “Can I go all the way-”
“Yes!” Cyril covers his mouth after yelling. “Yes, please… I need to come… so badly~…”
“Alright, baby, here comes that rug burn.” Ray grips the backs of Cyril’s knees and starts thrusting fast and hard, the bionics making him faster than a normal person.
“MMMMMM!” Cyril grabs his mouth, really clamping it shut to try to muffle the screams.
“Am I hurting you, honey?”
“Mm-mmm!” He shakes his head.
“Good.” Ray keeps it up, plowing into Cyril’s big ass. Compared to Cyril’s cock, he was off by four inches, but that’s still pretty big, and he damn well knew how to use it, angling his hips just so to try and find Cyril’s prostate.
“MMMNN~!” Cyril squeals in his hands. “Ray, if you do that…”
“You can come now, Cyril.” Ray huffs. “Good job holdin’ it in for me. I’ll be right behind you.”
“HHHNNNNMMMM!” Cyril comes all over his sweaty shirt.
“NNNGH~!” Ray bites his lip as he comes inside Cyril. Cyril goes totally limp and boneless on the floor as Ray pulls out, cum leaking out of his hole. “Dukes, what a mess. Cyril, you still alive, baby?”
“Uh, Uh-huh…” Cyril is coming down from this drug hard. “Has my erection gone away? I can’t feel my… anything.”
“You’re as limp as a dead fish.” Ray relaxes himself. “Glad I could do that for you.”
“That wasn’t the right way to put it, but really, thank you, Ray.” Cyril says. “For taking the time out of your day to… fuck me until I went limp.”
“I guess we should get Krieger, now.” Ray says.
“No need!” Krieger somehow got in the room without either of them knowing. Ray and Cyril yell and swear while they try to cover themselves up.
“Ugh, I really can’t move…” Cyril just wiggles around. “What did you do to me, you crackpot?!”
“Hey, I did nothing. You entered my lab without my permission!” Krieger says.
“Well, you entered my office without my permission!”
“Yeah, and now we’re even.” Krieger pulls a roll of paper towels from behind his back. “I’m here to explain the inhalant and its effects.”
“You were watching us on the camera, weren’t you, you pervert?” Ray grabs the paper towels.
“Yes, but it was for science.”
“You wanted somebody to walk into your lab, didn’t you?” Ray continues.
“… Well…” Krieger looks away, as they ridicule him again. “I was also testing it on rats.”
“Who I’m sure are dead now from… whatever this is!” Cyril is thankful that Ray is cleaning him up and putting a paper towel over him for modesty (not that it mattered, now).
“As I tried explaining earlier, this is a powerful stimulating inhalant, like if ecstasy and Viagra had a gassy baby.” Krieger explains. “Think of how well it would sell in the porn industry, or with swingers! I still have some kinks to work out, and you didn’t ejaculate as much as I’d hoped, but…”
“God, just tell me if I’m going to be okay!” Cyril asks desperately.
“Yep yep yep!” Krieger nods vigorously. “You should get all the feeling back in your body in the hour. Oh, and you’re definitely dehydrated, so drink lots of water.”
“Oh, great.” Cyril says, just lying there.
“You are just the best, Krieger.” Ray says sarcastically, putting his pants back on.
“So… you two, huh?” Krieger’s steely eyes narrowed. “That’s new information.”
“We’ve been dating for a few months.” Cyril says. “But don’t tell anybody! We’ll do it ourselves when the time is right!”
“Ah, well about that…” Krieger looks back at the door. “Pam was outside the office when I came in.”
“God. Fucking. Damn it.” Ray utters. “Pamela!”
“What? I’m not even listening.” Pam yells from right outside the door.
“Pam!” Cyril joins.
“But man, if you guys ever want a third…”
“And to do more testing, I…”
“GET! OUT!” Ray pushes Krieger out the door, seeing Pam attempting to peek inside. “If you’re not back in your office the next time I open this door, I will shove that dolphin puppet through your earhole, and pull it out the other side!”
“Please, Ms. Archer can come up with better threats than that.” Pam crosses her arms.
“… I’ll throw your leftovers off the roof.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Pam gasps.
“Try me.” Ray says before slamming the door in her face.
“Wow, Ray, that was pretty cool.” Cyril says.
“Aw, it was nothin’.” Ray smiles down at him. “I’m gonna put your pants on for you, and then I’ll get you a sports drink. And some stain remover, if there is any.”
“Oh Ray, you’re so thoughtful.” Cyril truly has never had such a wonderful partner before. He denied his impulse to move way too fast, but oh, how he wanted to move in with him, buy him expensive things, marry him… No, he can’t make the mistakes he made with previous partners. Calling him ‘dear’ would be enough for him for now. Ray only winks before leaving the room. Cyril hears Pam shouting about how he won’t take her leftovers alive.