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The Boss's Obsession (LustfulSins&CrescentBlade)

Archer's expressions of pleasure are beautiful to look at. He's vulnerable like this, giving into the pleasure and riding along with it. However, he's also so wrapped in it that he doesn't notice Viktor press his thumb firmly to the boy's tip. While this doesn't stop Archer's orgasm, it does prevent his release. It's not painful, it just keeps the boy from spilling, and keeps him hard.

"I didn't say you could come yet, Archer." That statement alone cements Viktor's control of the situation. Even with the redhead slumped against him, as he starts coming down from the bliss of orgasm, Viktor starts stroking him again. This time, he only lets Archer get close to a second orgasm, but stops stroking before he hits it.

Viktor's hand moves away from Archer's cock, digging in the crease of the sofa. It comes up with a small bottle of lube. Comical, yes, but convenient to keep the lube out of the way of every day activities. Viktor coats his fingers, clapping the bottle and simply setting it on the cushion beside them. Then, left hand grasping Archer's ass, Viktor rubs his lubed forefinger against the redhead's entrance.
 
Archer thought it would be fine—he would get his release and, if Viktor was nice enough, he would help the man with his. That was far from the case, as he felt the man’s finger press firmly into his tip right as the tremors of his orgasm began. He made a sound closer to a whimper than a moan, and while it wasn’t painful, it was a strange pressure he wasn’t used to feeling. His cock was still hard, like he hadn’t just reached his peak. The reprimand makes him frown. An argument is on his tongue, but the man is still stroking him, leading him up to another and it’s too distracting.

He’s there, right on the edge, when Viktor takes his hand away. “Fuck you,” he groans, so close and yet not close enough to push himself that little bit further. The man fishes a bottle of lube out of the couch cushions and he barks out a weak laugh. “Are you trying to be prepared for every guy you—”

His teasing remark breaks off in a moan at the feeling of a cool finger circling his entrance. Being mouthy when Viktor is still touching him proves to be a difficult task.
 
Viktor smirks at the attempted comment cut off by a moan. That sound is wonderful, and his finger teases out another as it presses inside. Unlike the crude former VIP, Viktor's finger slides in with only a little pressure. "It helps to always have it nearby, for occasions like this where a pretty boy needs to be taught a lesson."

Viktor slides his finger back and forth, stroking Archer's inner walls. He waits for the boy's muscles to relax, then adds a second finger, repeating the process. For now, his hips are still, but his cock is throbbing behind the restrictive denim of his jeans.
 
Archer is in a world of sensations, from the fingers stroking inside of him to the pressure of the man’s erection still throbbing under him. Unlike earlier, there’s no pain or discomfort, as he’s already relaxed and pliant. Of course, Viktor being intelligent enough to know that lube is a necessity in most cases also helps.

“A lesson in how to seduce all the club’s employees?” He tries to not to let his moaning keep him from being snarky. It doesn’t come out quite as biting, really, but he still refuses to be silent and complacent. There was more he wanted to say, but he feared it would cause there to be more time in between him and another orgasm, so he kept his mouth shut.
 
"Mm, most of the employees won't indulge in their coworkers. However, if you behave like a good boy, your boss might give you a raise on top of what you already earn from customers." Viktor reaches his fingers deeper, searching Archer's walls for that sensitive little bundle of nerves that will silence his questions. Unlike other clubs, the Whiskey Rose pays its dancers to bring in more customers, and allows them to keep all cash earned from those customers. If Archer still thinks Viktor is just another employee, the offer of a raise should be hint enough that he's not.

Once Archer reacts to the pressure on his prostate, Viktor chuckles, smirking. He proceeds to work at it, massaging the bundle to bring the redhead to his peak again, only to back off before he can tip over the edge. Without pause, Viktor adds a third finger and repeats the actions, bringing Archer to the top, then backing off and keeping him from finding release.
 
Boss.

Archer would have froze, if it weren’t for the fingers still working inside him. He stares at Viktor through narrowed eyes. This man was not a customer, not an employee—he was the owner. That was what he meant when he threw the VIP out earlier, claiming the club as his. Why he was able to revoke his membership so quickly. He owned the place. A mixture of confusion emotions swirled in his belly. Anger, worry, arousal. He doesn’t know what to do about them.

It’s a good thing that Viktor finds his prostate when he does, working the little bundle of nerves until he’s moaning and writhing. Then, he stops and it forces a half-sob from his throat. He does it a second time, guiding him all the way to the edge, only to pull him back at the last minute. “Viktor, please,” he begs, wanting to be able to relieve the growing pressure in his cock.
 
Viktor can see the storm of emotions in Archer's eyes, yet he still continues on. And when the redhead begs to be allowed to reach orgasm, Viktor settles into a slow rhythm of stroking his fingers inside the boy. Not enough to raise him up again, but enough to keep a steady hum of pleasure buzzing through the boy.

"What do I get in return?" Viktor tilts his head, licking his lips at the expression of tortured pleasure and near desperation on Archer's face. It's so tempting to just flip the redhead face down and take him, but Viktor won't force him. He wants Archer to crave him, and the only way to make him do so is to make Archer think it's his idea to be fucked.
 
What Viktor wants is obvious: him. It’s the only thing he’s asked for, this whole time. Archer, asking for permission. Archer, asking nicely. He wants control and to be in charge, to be the one to make the decisions.

“Me,” Archer answers, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. He isn’t ready to give himself up like that completely, but he wants to give Viktor a reason to let him get what he wants. This way, they both benefit, and everyone ends up happy. To some extent, at least. Viktor would never stop trying to win him over. He kisses the shell of the man’s ear and whispers, “You can fuck me.”
 
Viktor shudders, hearing Archer say exactly what he wants. Perfect, the boy has given in, at least for now. Somehow, one handed, Viktor gets his belt and jeans undone and off his hips while still stroking Archer's insides. That same hand opens the remaining buttons of his dress shirt while he kicks his jeans off his legs, though he doesn't try to shrug out of it. He's also not wearing anything beneath the pants.

Viktor grins and digs his fingers deep, stroking Archer's prostate until the boy reaches his peak. This time, Viktor allows him to fall over the edge. While Archer is riding the high of his orgasm, Viktor removes his fingers, grips Archer's hips to lift them, then pulls the redhead down on his nine inches of hard cock. Even after preparing the boy with three fingers, Viktor's thick length is a tight fit, and the man groans deeply.
 
Archer is allowed to finally let his orgasm take hold, coming across the man’s shirt and riding out the blissful waves of his twitching muscles. He’s unable to even catch his breath before Viktor’s pulling him down on his large cock, which only seems to go deeper and deeper. When at last his ass is flush against the man’s groin, he releases a broken whine. The head of tip is right there, edging against his prostate, sending shivery waves of pleasure rolling down his body. He’s too sensitive and his cock doesn’t immediately get hard again, but it twitches in response.

“Viktor,” he’s saying the man’s name, overwhelmed by the feeling. It’s almost too much. Not painful, but all encompassing. So much pleasure that he isn’t sure if his body can even handle it after just coming.
 
Viktor wraps his arms around Archer's waist, supporting the boy as his hips roll up against him. He's grinding his cock up inside the redhead, as if he could possibly get deeper. His mouth is on Archer's shoulder, breath hot. His desire for the redhead only rises as the boy's muscles contract around him.

A moment later, Viktor's hips are bucking. The thrusts make Archer bounce slightly, but it's enough to have Viktor groaning against the boy's shoulder. His tightness makes the friction that much better, and Viktor finds himself taking deeper breaths to avoid coming to soon.
 
Viktor is sure and confident with his thrusts, rolling his hips and attempting to go impossibly deeper. His breath is hot on his shoulder, the force of the movement bouncing him, his hands on the man’s shoulders to keep himself from going completely limp. He doesn’t know if he can come again, but he wants to feel Viktor when the man reaches his own peak. Clenching his muscles against the thick cock inside of him, kissing his neck and dragging his tongue along the skin there. Running his hands up and down his torso, nails scratching lightly.

He must be close, but Archer wants to see him come undone. Wants to be rewarded with knowing that he was able to bring him that much enjoyment. “Viktor, you feel so good,” he purred. The man seemed like the type to enjoy a little praise, to be told how good he was. To have his ego boosted.
 
Viktor's muscles flex beneath Archer's mouth and hands, a light hiss leaving him at the drag of nails on his skin. None of it slows his thrusts, of course. And when Archer purrs into his ear, he shudders. Of course he enjoys hearing such things, knowing the redhead is taking as much pleasure from it as he is. But he also takes it as encouragement.

Viktor's his buck harder, driving his cock into Archer's depths. While not the best position to apply power to his thrusts, having Archer seated on his cock does allow gravity to keep the boy from rising very far, resulting in each thrust running deep. Viktor groans as heat coils in his abdomen. So close..

As Viktor hits his climax, his arms shift, hands reaching up and gripping Archer's shoulders from behind. This lets him pull the boy down even as his hips buck and jerk tightly against his ass. His groan is loud in Archer's ear as his hot release paints the boy's insides. Viktor thrusts through his orgasm, gradually falling still as it fades. However, he doesn't let Archer leave his lap yet. Instead, his hips roll slowly, grinding almost lazily up against him. He's chasing the last dregs of pleasure.
 
Archer is happy to let himself be pulled down by the shoulders, to allow Viktor that slight edge as he reaches his end. The groan in his ear makes him groan in turn, lips pressed to the column of his throat. He isn’t trying to pull away, allowing him to ride it out the small waves of pleasure that remain. It’s only when his hips fall mostly still that he moves at last, sliding himself free, but not going very far. He’s a mess, though he doesn’t care, and settles himself back in Viktor’s lap. The air feels thick with tension, now that they’ve had their fun and all that’s left is to face the inevitable.

“This doesn’t mean you’re going to get what you want,” he mumbles, knowing it’s a lie the second it comes out of his mouth. He enjoyed everything about this. Viktor’s touches, the sound of his voice, the way he treated him and gave him what he wanted, even though he had to ask for it. Viktor proved that he could, in fact, take care of him. And take care of him well, as the same could not be said for many men in the club. Plus he was the boss, to boot, and offering a hefty raise. “If you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly like being told what to do.”
 
Victor isn't terribly pleased when Archer pulls away, quick to pull him back down, even if it's no longer on his cock. His arms wrap firmly around the boy's waist, and his head bends to trail idle kisses across Archer's chest. At the redhead's words, Viktor chuckles softly. "We both know you've already given in. All that's left to do is admit it to yourself."

Viktor hums against Archer's chest. One hand moves down to stroke the skin of the boy's ass, just to touch. Eventually, his release would leak from the redhead's body. For now, it's still contained. "Stay the night here."
 
Archer only needs to admit it to himself. It was already clear to everyone but him that he wants this as much as Viktor does. It would be an excellent arrangement. Wild sex, extra money, and all the perks of being one of the boss’s favourite dancers. That was a lot of good and not much bad. “Fine,” he lets out a shuddery sigh, nuzzling his head into the man’s neck.

Staying the night sounds more than fine, though. This place was luxurious, huge and if the bed was anywhere as comfortable as the couch, he would be getting to sleep rather easily. “I’ll stay,” he agrees, rubbing circles against Viktor’s chest. “I want a shower.”
 
Viktor chuckles as Archer almost pouts his agreement. Good, he's admitting he wants this too. The next step will be training Archer's body to submit to him every time. Though, the sass Archer seems prone to is fun, and Viktor doesn't want to break that.

At the mention of a shower, Viktor grins. His hands grasp the backs of Archer's thighs, and he stands with surprising ease, holding the boy up. "Then a shower we shall have." Turning, Viktor effortlessly carries Archer to the midsize bathroom, only setting him back on his feet once they're standing in the shower/tub combo. The water is cold when first turned on, but with Viktor's back to it, Archer is mostly shielded until the water warms up.
 
Being carried was a new experience, but Archer slips his legs around the man’s waist to feel a bit more comfortable with the movement. He’s more happy to be put down on his feet, though. The water is cold, from what he can feel past Viktor’s body. Once it warms up, he dampens his own hair and reaches for the shampoo. It smells nice, like Viktor—a detail he hasn’t paid much attention to until now. “Lean down,” he tells Viktor, trying to reach his hair comfortably to wash it. “You’re a fucking skyscraper.”

A fact that he doesn’t mind, really. It gives him an ample opportunity to take in the sight of the man’s naked body, fit and toned. He wasn’t lying when he thought of him as handsome, but after finding out firsthand the kind of things those hands were capable of, his opinion only solidified.
 
Both Viktor's shampoo and conditioner, and his body wash, are all called Swagger. It doesn't actually list what it's supposed to smell like, but the scent is a strong, very masculine one. When Archer calls him a skyscraper, Viktor laughs, kneeling down instead of bending. Archer has it in his mind to wash Viktor's long brown hair himself.

"I can't help that I'm tall, Archer. Though, you're not necessarily complaining, are you?" While Archer works the shampoo through his hair, Viktor contents himself with tracing his fingers along the lines of the boy's body.
 
Viktor’s laugh is a strange thing. It’s deep, but somehow light, and Archer finds himself drawn to the sound of it. “Hm, no. I’m not complaining, it’s just impossible to reach your hair.” He works his fingers through long strands of brown hair, gently massaging his scalp and scratching at the base of his neck. It’s a habit he’s picked up over the years, though not many of his long term partners enjoyed it.

When he finishes with the man’s hair, he moves on to the body wash, which has the same strong, unidentifiable scent. He starts with Viktor’s shoulders, massaging in loose motions, and makes his way down. This is what he likes the most after having sex—showering together. It’s close and personal, relaxing, and he always leaves feeling at ease. Viktor makes it easy, he knows, with his patient and confident composure.
 
Viktor can tell Archer is enjoying washing him. So he just smiles as the boy works through his hair, then stands when Archer grabs the body wash. The redhead's hands gliding over his skin, even though the act is the innocent one of just washing, feels so good.

Viktor shows no shame when his libido rears its head and his cock becomes semi hard. He doesn't act on it, yet, but it's plain as day. All Viktor can do is smirk, watching to sea how Archer will react.
 
Archer is keenly aware that his touches, well innocent, have gone straight to Viktor’s groin. He, like the man in question, doesn’t act on it. Continuing to wash his body, taking his time running his fingers over every inch of bare skin along his torso. His collarbone, his nipples—which he rubs his thumbs over—all the way down to hips. It’s there that he skips right over his groin, going for his thighs instead. Down his legs, then back up again.

As he’s standing up, Archer looks up at Viktor with a devilish smirk, and ignores his obvious arousal. Instead, he goes about washing his own hair, though his does so with his back pressed right against the man’s chest. Leaving little to no room between their bodies. Making conversation the entire time, as if he had no idea. “So, you’re the big boss man? Did you build the club or buy it from some sleazy old man?”
 
Viktor bites back a curse when Archer smirks at him. He'd been hoping the boy would indulge him, at least a little. But he's not upset. Instead, when Archer puts his back to Viktor's chest, the man gets body wash on his hands and starts lathering the boy's skin. He snorts at Archer's comment.

"I built it myself, along with the other five Whiskey Rose clubs across the city. I own all six, though because I live at this one, I'm primarily here." Viktor slides his hands across Archer's chest, but unlike the brief pass over the redhead had given him, Viktor pauses to toy with the boy's nipples. He also presses more flush to Archer's backside, his cock more hard now, and pressing thick between the boy's cheeks. It's a silent hint that Archer won't be leaving the shower untouched.
 
“You own six clubs?” Archer isn’t able to keep the surprise out of his voice. It’s impressive for a man Viktor’s age—he looks young, at least, not too much older than himself—to be the owner of a business, period. Let alone the owner of six chains within that business. He sighs at the fingers on his nipples, though while it feels nice, he isn’t ready for another round. Not for himself, anyway.

Viktor, on the other hand, could clearly use another go. He turns in the man’s grasp, to face him, and kisses a spot on his chest. Dips his hand down to grasp the man’s cock, stroking it and teasing the tip with his thumb.
 
"Not every entrepreneur is old, Archer." Viktor had been enjoying his cock pressed between the redhead's cheeks, so when Archer turns around, he huffs softly. But he doesn't complain, as the boy palms and strokes his hard cock. Viktor's hands travel down to grasp Archer's ass.

"Mm, you make it hard to control myself, Archer." Viktor rolls his hips into the boy's hand, his own kneading Archer's soft flesh. Viktor wants another round, not just the boy's stroking fingers. And he intends to get it.
 
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