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Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

"Very." He practically purrs, stretching a bit.

“Mhm…” Matt, still pissed, doesn’t bother to ask if Jason has lube, just spits in his palm and uses that to wet his dick, pressing the tip in without prep.

"Fuck-" He gasps, still smiling dazzlingly. "God, you're hard." He moans the words, trying to move further onto Matt.

He just grumbles something under his breath, gripping Jason’s waist and shoving in the rest of the way with a pleasured groan.

His breath hitches, and he lets a startled gasp, squirming a bit, pleasurably.

Matt rolls his hips forward deeply, drawing back slowly before slamming in again.

He moans, loud, leaning back.

Matt grits his teeth, leaning over Jason a bit and gripping the edge of the desk as he rocks forward messily.

Jason can't even speak, gasping wildly as Matt continues.

”And to think I’m normally the nice one—“ he grunts, slamming in particularly aggressive while his eyes flutter shut. “You prefer when I’m like this?”

His back arches as he tries to nod, letting out an almost pitiful whimper, flushed.

#//cries and dies and explodes #//I miss this thread brueh

”Oh, you love that, don’t you?” Matt sneers, slipping one hand down to grip Jason’s waist.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

"Very." He practically purrs, stretching a bit.

“Mhm…” Matt, still pissed, doesn’t bother to ask if Jason has lube, just spits in his palm and uses that to wet his dick, pressing the tip in without prep.

"Fuck-" He gasps, still smiling dazzlingly. "God, you're hard." He moans the words, trying to move further onto Matt.

He just grumbles something under his breath, gripping Jason’s waist and shoving in the rest of the way with a pleasured groan.

His breath hitches, and he lets a startled gasp, squirming a bit, pleasurably.

Matt rolls his hips forward deeply, drawing back slowly before slamming in again.

He moans, loud, leaning back.

Matt grits his teeth, leaning over Jason a bit and gripping the edge of the desk as he rocks forward messily.

Jason can't even speak, gasping wildly as Matt continues.

”And to think I’m normally the nice one—“ he grunts, slamming in particularly aggressive while his eyes flutter shut. “You prefer when I’m like this?”

His back arches as he tries to nod, letting out an almost pitiful whimper, flushed.

”Oh, you love that, don’t you?” Matt sneers, slipping one hand down to grip Jason’s waist.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

"Very." He practically purrs, stretching a bit.

“Mhm…” Matt, still pissed, doesn’t bother to ask if Jason has lube, just spits in his palm and uses that to wet his dick, pressing the tip in without prep.

"Fuck-" He gasps, still smiling dazzlingly. "God, you're hard." He moans the words, trying to move further onto Matt.

He just grumbles something under his breath, gripping Jason’s waist and shoving in the rest of the way with a pleasured groan.

His breath hitches, and he lets a startled gasp, squirming a bit, pleasurably.

Matt rolls his hips forward deeply, drawing back slowly before slamming in again.

He moans, loud, leaning back.

Matt grits his teeth, leaning over Jason a bit and gripping the edge of the desk as he rocks forward messily.

Jason can't even speak, gasping wildly as Matt continues.

#🫯 ┆ 𝘈𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 🔥#//yep !!!!!

”And to think I’m normally the nice one—“ he grunts, slamming in particularly aggressive while his eyes flutter shut. “You prefer when I’m like this?”

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

"Very." He practically purrs, stretching a bit.

“Mhm…” Matt, still pissed, doesn’t bother to ask if Jason has lube, just spits in his palm and uses that to wet his dick, pressing the tip in without prep.

"Fuck-" He gasps, still smiling dazzlingly. "God, you're hard." He moans the words, trying to move further onto Matt.

He just grumbles something under his breath, gripping Jason’s waist and shoving in the rest of the way with a pleasured groan.

His breath hitches, and he lets a startled gasp, squirming a bit, pleasurably.

Matt rolls his hips forward deeply, drawing back slowly before slamming in again.

He moans, loud, leaning back.

#🫯 ┆ 𝘈𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 🔥#//hi !!

Matt grits his teeth, leaning over Jason a bit and gripping the edge of the desk as he rocks forward messily.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

"Very." He practically purrs, stretching a bit.

“Mhm…” Matt, still pissed, doesn’t bother to ask if Jason has lube, just spits in his palm and uses that to wet his dick, pressing the tip in without prep.

"Fuck-" He gasps, still smiling dazzlingly. "God, you're hard." He moans the words, trying to move further onto Matt.

He just grumbles something under his breath, gripping Jason’s waist and shoving in the rest of the way with a pleasured groan.

His breath hitches, and he lets a startled gasp, squirming a bit, pleasurably.

Matt rolls his hips forward deeply, drawing back slowly before slamming in again.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

"Very." He practically purrs, stretching a bit.

“Mhm…” Matt, still pissed, doesn’t bother to ask if Jason has lube, just spits in his palm and uses that to wet his dick, pressing the tip in without prep.

"Fuck-" He gasps, still smiling dazzlingly. "God, you're hard." He moans the words, trying to move further onto Matt.

He just grumbles something under his breath, gripping Jason’s waist and shoving in the rest of the way with a pleasured groan.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

"Very." He practically purrs, stretching a bit.

“Mhm…” Matt, still pissed, doesn’t bother to ask if Jason has lube, just spits in his palm and uses that to wet his dick, pressing the tip in without prep.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

"Oh, I do." He hums, playfully.

“Real funny, huh?” He muses lowly, freeing his aching cock from the fabric confines of his boxers.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Jason listens to him, amusedly.

#🫯 ┆ 𝘈𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 🔥#//L autocorrect

”I’m gonna fuck the smugness out of you, babe. The only reason you’ll ever open your mouth again is to beg for more. You hear me?” Matt growls, unbuttoning his pants now.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

"Then do." He says, smiling.

#🫯 ┆ 𝘈𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 🔥#//why did it correct again to nodding

He huffs, moving Jason to lay down and pushing his thighs up, almost to his chest and leaning over him, using a free hand to reach down and start to undo his belt.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Please." He asks. "You wouldn't."

”Trust me, I would.” He breathes, both hands gripping Jason’s thighs nodding, pulling him closer roughly.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

"Why?" He scoffs, lightly. "You can do as you please, Matthias."

He shudders, hips already jerking forward into nothing. “Because,” Matt draws out slowly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

"You did take your time." He replies, grinning deviously.

Matt exhales shakily, curling his larger frame over Jason more now, pressing his face against the man’s armored shoulder. “I’m.. seriously restraining myself right now, babe.”

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.

"And if I was waiting for you? The only papers in here would be for you, figuring I've got to do everything online now." He murmurs, leaning as close as he can.

”Jesus Christ in a fucking boat.” Matt blushes bright red, hand gripping Jason’s thigh tighter now.

Matt, going into the office to check for some paperwork he’d left when he had been working there, found himself stopping and staring as his vision was graced with something beautiful, and utterly breathtaking.

Jason tied up on the desk like a little gift.

”Boss?” He asks, voice rough as he steps closer.

@pipin-hawt

"Mhm?" He asks, perking his head towards Matt's voice. He blushes, sitting up a bit.

“Goodness gracious…” he murmurs, stepping up in front of Jason as his hands hesitantly hover over the smaller’s body.

He leans forwards, scooting closer to Matt, as if offering himself up with a wide smirk.

Matt feels like he’s gonna start drooling or something like a pervy cartoon character, pressing his hands to Jason’s thighs, slipping his fingers under the armor with a low sound.

He makes a quiet gasp, wishing he could push himself closer to Matt, even with his wrists bound behind his back.

”Shit, baby, why were you even..” he mumbles, trailing off slightly as he gropes softly at the plush skin of Jason’s thighs.

"Why not?" He asks, breathily. "Do y' not want anything, right now? I would need your help in getting these off."

”No. I want you. So bad. I really want to fuck you stupid right now. I just.. was wondering why you were tied up in here wearing nothing but your armor..” Matt replies gruffly, shrugging tightly and using one hand to shift the helmet off a bit.