Bow Before Your King

Tracked tag: pitchnightmareking

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack covered his mouth again, making sure to stay as quiet as possible as Dean left. Dean loved getting out of these situations as fast as possible, it was almost impressive.

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Koz tapped on his desk for a moment, looking out the window. After a few seconds, he turned and pushed his chair aside. He lifted the phone off the receiver, hesitating for a moment before dialing.

The dial tone rang a few times and Koz chewed on a pen cap while he waited. After the fifth tone rang, Jack answering machine picked up and played.

Koz sighed and hung up the phone before it could beep, dragging his feet as he left the office, closing the door behind him.

[ask-the-jack-frost]

RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack tore his eyes away from Kozmotis and forced himself to look at the ground. He wasn’t supposed to see this. How the hell was he supposed to face Kozmotis and Dean after this? Would they know? Jack sure as shit would, and he was sure his face would be red until he died.

Jack pressed himself back against the far wall of the closet and focused on being quiet until he had a chance to make a break for it.

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Dean slapped Koz again before grabbing his throat, squeezing hard.

Koz gasped and moaned, his breaths ragged and repressed. “Jesus fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You like getting choked and fucked like a slut?” Dean purred, fucking him harder. “If only everyone knew how much their big scary boss likes getting fucked in the ass.” He added, stroking Koz’s cock.

Koz gasped for air, arching his back. Is eyes rolled back before his body shook with pleasure, cum shooting into Dean’s hand.

“Oh, I know you can do better than that.” Dean growled, squeezing Koz’s throat harder and thrusting faster.

Koz’s face started turning red, the desk creaking under him with every thrust. “Please let me cum again.” He choked out.

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Jack whimpered audibly, his breathing shallow and fast and panicked. God damn it the two of them were so hot he didn’t even know what to do with himself. Even if he wasn’t looking, listening to Pitch beg like that was going to keep him up at night for weeks.

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“You like this, don’t you?” Dean grunted between thrusts, slapping Koz’s ass a few times.

Koz whimpered, the sound of their bodies slamming into the desk and creaking wood bounced off the marble walls. Whiney moans left Koz’s lips as Dean fucked him before he sputtered at Dean’s tightening fist.

“I asked you a question.” Dean growled. “Tell me how much you like being brought down a level.” He said. “You try so hard to prove to everyone that you’re on top. Show me what you really are, Pitch.”

Koz whined between repressed moans, his voice horse. “Fuck me, fuck me!” His eyes rolled back as he came again, shouting from pleasure as Dean finally released his grip, intensifing his second orgasm.

Dean quickly pulled out, stroking himself and cumming on Koz’s ass.

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“Jesus Christ.” Jack growled to himself, jealousy flaring in his gut as he looked away with a huff. Kozmotis never shouted for him like that, but Jack promised himself that wouldn’t be the case for much longer.

Jack watched Dean finish on Koz’s ass and clenched his fists. It was stupid and petty, but he had never liked sharing his toys.

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Koz panted heavily, laying limp against his desk. He hummed softly as Dean cleaned him off.

“I’ve got to run, Kozmotis.” Dean said, tightening his belt. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He added with a sly tone.

Koz blushed, quickly working to put his clothes back on. “U-Uh, yeah. Make sure you-“

“I know what I need to do.” Dean interrupted before slipping out the door.

Koz huffed, leaning back against his desk. He rubbed his back, groaning at the soreness already beginning to settle.

[ask-the-jack-frost]

RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack tore his eyes away from Kozmotis and forced himself to look at the ground. He wasn’t supposed to see this. How the hell was he supposed to face Kozmotis and Dean after this? Would they know? Jack sure as shit would, and he was sure his face would be red until he died.

Jack pressed himself back against the far wall of the closet and focused on being quiet until he had a chance to make a break for it.

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Dean slapped Koz again before grabbing his throat, squeezing hard.

Koz gasped and moaned, his breaths ragged and repressed. “Jesus fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You like getting choked and fucked like a slut?” Dean purred, fucking him harder. “If only everyone knew how much their big scary boss likes getting fucked in the ass.” He added, stroking Koz’s cock.

Koz gasped for air, arching his back. Is eyes rolled back before his body shook with pleasure, cum shooting into Dean’s hand.

“Oh, I know you can do better than that.” Dean growled, squeezing Koz’s throat harder and thrusting faster.

Koz’s face started turning red, the desk creaking under him with every thrust. “Please let me cum again.” He choked out.

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Jack whimpered audibly, his breathing shallow and fast and panicked. God damn it the two of them were so hot he didn’t even know what to do with himself. Even if he wasn’t looking, listening to Pitch beg like that was going to keep him up at night for weeks.

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“You like this, don’t you?” Dean grunted between thrusts, slapping Koz’s ass a few times.

Koz whimpered, the sound of their bodies slamming into the desk and creaking wood bounced off the marble walls. Whiney moans left Koz’s lips as Dean fucked him before he sputtered at Dean’s tightening fist.

“I asked you a question.” Dean growled. “Tell me how much you like being brought down a level.” He said. “You try so hard to prove to everyone that you’re on top. Show me what you really are, Pitch.”

Koz whined between repressed moans, his voice horse. “Fuck me, fuck me!” His eyes rolled back as he came again, shouting from pleasure as Dean finally released his grip, intensifing his second orgasm.

Dean quickly pulled out, stroking himself and cumming on Koz’s ass.

[ask-the-jack-frost]

RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack tore his eyes away from Kozmotis and forced himself to look at the ground. He wasn’t supposed to see this. How the hell was he supposed to face Kozmotis and Dean after this? Would they know? Jack sure as shit would, and he was sure his face would be red until he died.

Jack pressed himself back against the far wall of the closet and focused on being quiet until he had a chance to make a break for it.

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Dean slapped Koz again before grabbing his throat, squeezing hard.

Koz gasped and moaned, his breaths ragged and repressed. “Jesus fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You like getting choked and fucked like a slut?” Dean purred, fucking him harder. “If only everyone knew how much their big scary boss likes getting fucked in the ass.” He added, stroking Koz’s cock.

Koz gasped for air, arching his back. Is eyes rolled back before his body shook with pleasure, cum shooting into Dean’s hand.

“Oh, I know you can do better than that.” Dean growled, squeezing Koz’s throat harder and thrusting faster.

Koz’s face started turning red, the desk creaking under him with every thrust. “Please let me cum again.” He choked out.

[ask-the-jack-frost]

RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack squeezed his thighs together and bit his lip, his breath getting caught in his throat as Dean teased Kozmotis with his slow thrusts. He clenched his jaw and watched in envy. Deep in his gut Jack wanted to be the only one who could control Kozmotis like that, the only one who could make him beg and squeal the way he was then.

Jack ripped his eyes away for a moment to collect his thoughts, wondering when he’d be able to escape. Did he even want to at this point?

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Dean slapped his ass again, fucking him faster. “Call me by that pet name you used to use.” He purred, pulling on Koz’s tie again.

Koz blushed, his moans growing louder and breather with every thrust. “Fuck me, Frosty.” He whined, pushing himself back in him with Dean’s hips. “Fucking do whatever you want to me.”

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That went straight to Jack’s cock. Still, he couldn’t help but blush at the realization of what Koz’s words meant, that even while Kozmotis was with Dean, he still had Jack on his mind. Jesus Fucking Christ. Did Kozmotis always think of Jack when him and Dean were together? Is that why he called him Frosty? And why did Jack find that so hot?

Jack kept watching, slightly jealous that he’d call anyone other than Jack ‘Frosty’. That was his nickname.

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Dean grabbed Koz’s hair and pulled his head back, earning a gasp from him.

“Yeah, fuck me... “ Koz growled, gritting his teeth. “Fuck me Frosty.”

Dean slapped Koz’s ass, pulling out and turn Koz onto his back and hooking his leg up over his shoulder before pushing back in. “You like that?” He purred, picking up the rhythm.

Koz’s mouth hung open, breathy moans escaping his lips. “Hit me.” He whined.

Dean slapped Koz’s cheek, gaining another whiny moan.

“You love being bullied, don’t you slut?” Dean teased, slapping him again and pulling on his tie.

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack squeezed his thighs together and bit his lip, his breath getting caught in his throat as Dean teased Kozmotis with his slow thrusts. He clenched his jaw and watched in envy. Deep in his gut Jack wanted to be the only one who could control Kozmotis like that, the only one who could make him beg and squeal the way he was then.

Jack ripped his eyes away for a moment to collect his thoughts, wondering when he’d be able to escape. Did he even want to at this point?

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Dean slapped his ass again, fucking him faster. “Call me by that pet name you used to use.” He purred, pulling on Koz’s tie again.

Koz blushed, his moans growing louder and breather with every thrust. “Fuck me, Frosty.” He whined, pushing himself back in him with Dean’s hips. “Fucking do whatever you want to me.”

[ask-the-jack-frost]

RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack’s eyes widened and he backed up as far as he could from the door to the closet, hands still clasped over his own mouth. Now that Dean and Kozmotis were at the desk he could see almost everything. He was surprised that Dean could take control of Kozmotis so easily, but then again, he was able to do the same with Jack.

When he saw the toy bouncing on the desk he blushed darker, his suspicions confirmed.

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Dean slapped Koz’s ass before gripping his hair, pulling his head up.

Koz gasped at the slap and grunted when his hair was pulled. He chewed his lip and looked back at Dean. The other man’s hand slid up and down Koz’s back, eating shuttering breaths.

“You could hardly contain yourself. You’re so hot when you’re embarrassed.” Dean purred, slapping his ass again. “You love being pushed around, don’t you? Little slut gets turned on by being bullied.”

“Yes, daddy…” Koz said. Dean undid his belt, pulling the front of his pants down before pushing into Koz. Koz bit down on his lip, an embarrassing moan slipping through.

“Still so tight, even after all of that.” Dean said with a smirk, his eyes rolling back as he slid all the way in. “What if your employees saw you like this. The big boss, reduced to my little fuck toy.”

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Jack swallowed hard and told himself he should look away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Kozmotis. He looked beautiful pushed against the desk like that, even though seeing Dean do it made his blood boil. God he’s so hot.

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Dean grabbed Koz’s tie, yanking it back hard. Koz choked slightly, his mouth hanging open to let ourr ragged moans between thrusts.

Dean didn’t waste time before pounding into Koz. “You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” He growled.

“Yes, Daddy.” Koz whined, his voice already hoarse. We let out high pitched moans every time Dean hit his spot. “Oh god, fuck me harder.” He said through gritted teeth, gripping the sides of the desk.

Dean pulled the tie harder, slapping Koz’s ass again and slowing his hips. “You don’t tell me what to do, brat.” He growled, grabbing Koz’s jaw tight and lifting his head to look down into his eyes. Dean fucked him slow and deep, earning exasperated, breathy moans.

“Look at those eyes.” Dean growled, squeezing Koz’s jaw tighter.

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack’s eyes widened and he backed up as far as he could from the door to the closet, hands still clasped over his own mouth. Now that Dean and Kozmotis were at the desk he could see almost everything. He was surprised that Dean could take control of Kozmotis so easily, but then again, he was able to do the same with Jack.

When he saw the toy bouncing on the desk he blushed darker, his suspicions confirmed.

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Dean slapped Koz’s ass before gripping his hair, pulling his head up.

Koz gasped at the slap and grunted when his hair was pulled. He chewed his lip and looked back at Dean. The other man’s hand slid up and down Koz’s back, eating shuttering breaths.

“You could hardly contain yourself. You’re so hot when you’re embarrassed.” Dean purred, slapping his ass again. “You love being pushed around, don’t you? Little slut gets turned on by being bullied.”

“Yes, daddy...” Koz said. Dean undid his belt, pulling the front of his pants down before pushing into Koz. Koz bit down on his lip, an embarrassing moan slipping through.

“Still so tight, even after all of that.” Dean said with a smirk, his eyes rolling back as he slid all the way in. “What if your employees saw you like this. The big boss, reduced to my little fuck toy.”

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack got up quickly and exited the room, his face still bright red as he hurried down the hall. He shook his head to clear it for a moment before annoyance bubbled up in him again.

My article. He remembered, turning around and taking the elevator up to Koz’s office. He’d find it himself if he had to

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Dean pressed Koz up against the wall, kissing him hard. “You’re such a fucking asshole.” Koz growled.

Dean chuckled, taking a step back. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private.”

They two men took the elevator up to the top floor, walking towards the office.

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Angela hadn’t gotten back from the meeting yet so Jack let himself into Koz’s office and went straight to his desk, searching through mountains of papers and files trying to find his article.

It took him a couple of minutes, but he found it. He growled when he noticed that it was covered in coffee stains and ripped on one of the edges. “That prick.” Jack muttered, trying in vain to straighten it out until he heard footsteps outside the office door.

He looked around in a panic, hiding as fast as he could in the closet that held the air conditioning unit.

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Koz walked into the office first, taking notice of the misplaced things on his desk. Before he could give it more thought, Dean had locked the door behind him. He grabbed Koz by the shoulder, turning him and pulling him into another heated kiss.

Dean pressed on the remote again, causing Koz to let out a shaky moan, his knees almost buckling under him. “Y-You fucking asshole.” Koz growled, gripping Dean’s shoulders. “Did you have to do that during a fucking meeting?”

Dean upped the speed, earning another eye-rolling moan from Koz. “How could I resist? You’re so cute when your humiliated.”

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Jack couldn’t see too well out of the slots in the door, but he recognized those voices and he definitely recognized those moans. He could feel his face warming up and he clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from being found.

Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do?

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Dean pushed Koz against the desk, undoing his belt. “Oh, you’re so hard.” He purred, cupping him through his underwear. “And wet, too. I’m surprised you didn’t cum.”

Koz clenched his jaw and growled. This threatening demeanor quickly faded, however, when Dean stroked him through the fabric. “Fuck you.”

“I hope so.” Dean pulled Koz’s pants off, reaching around him and slowly pulling the toy out. It bounced around wildly on the desk before Dean shut it off. “Turn around.” He said darkly.

Koz blushed and did as he was told, bending over the desk.

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack got up quickly and exited the room, his face still bright red as he hurried down the hall. He shook his head to clear it for a moment before annoyance bubbled up in him again.

My article. He remembered, turning around and taking the elevator up to Koz’s office. He’d find it himself if he had to

[pitch-nightmare-king]

Dean pressed Koz up against the wall, kissing him hard. “You’re such a fucking asshole.” Koz growled.

Dean chuckled, taking a step back. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private.”

They two men took the elevator up to the top floor, walking towards the office.

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Angela hadn’t gotten back from the meeting yet so Jack let himself into Koz’s office and went straight to his desk, searching through mountains of papers and files trying to find his article.

It took him a couple of minutes, but he found it. He growled when he noticed that it was covered in coffee stains and ripped on one of the edges. “That prick.” Jack muttered, trying in vain to straighten it out until he heard footsteps outside the office door.

He looked around in a panic, hiding as fast as he could in the closet that held the air conditioning unit.

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Koz walked into the office first, taking notice of the misplaced things on his desk. Before he could give it more thought, Dean had locked the door behind him. He grabbed Koz by the shoulder, turning him and pulling him into another heated kiss.

Dean pressed on the remote again, causing Koz to let out a shaky moan, his knees almost buckling under him. “Y-You fucking asshole.” Koz growled, gripping Dean’s shoulders. “Did you have to do that during a fucking meeting?”

Dean upped the speed, earning another eye-rolling moan from Koz. “How could I resist? You’re so cute when your humiliated.”

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack got up quickly and exited the room, his face still bright red as he hurried down the hall. He shook his head to clear it for a moment before annoyance bubbled up in him again.

My article. He remembered, turning around and taking the elevator up to Koz’s office. He’d find it himself if he had to

[pitch-nightmare-king]

Dean pressed Koz up against the wall, kissing him hard. “You’re such a fucking asshole.” Koz growled.

Dean chuckled, taking a step back. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private.”

They two men took the elevator up to the top floor, walking towards the office.

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack kept his eyes locked forward, cheeks burning. He noticed Koz’s different reactions and swallowed thickly. Dean seemed relatively unphased, a perfect poker face.

He cleared his throat as his leg started to bounce.

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“So, Jack.” Dean spoke up, turning in his chair. “I noticed your recent article wasn’t in the spread set.” He said, glancing over at Koz. “Why is that?”

Koz glared at Dean, opening his mouth to say something before Dean pressed another button. Koz grunted quietly, hunching back over and biting down on his sleeve.

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Jack cleared his throat and glanced up at Dean. “I, uh, I don’t know.” He said honestly, looking back at Kozmotis. “I didn’t realize it didn’t make it in. It was supposed to be one of the first.”

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“Kozmotis.” Dean said. “What happened to the article? Weren’t you looking over it yesterday?” He said, pressing another button.

Koz leg started to shake. “I-I don’t know, I must have miss placed it.” He managed to say. “It might be in my desk.” He added breathlessly.

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Jack’s brows furrowed in anger momentarily. “Excuse me? You misplaced it?” He asked. “What the fuck do you mean you misplaced it? Did it even make it downstairs for review?”

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The toy started pulsating inside him. His leg shook faster and faster, his cheeks turning scarlet. “It must be somewhere in my desk.” He said quickly, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

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Jack clenched his jaw. “Well find it. I didn’t work for weeks just to have you—“

“Gentlemen.” A voice spoke up, it was one of the board members. “Are you done?”

Jack blushed and shut his mouth. “Yes, Sir. Sorry.” He tried to pay attention, but watching Kozmotis squirm out of the corner of his eye was keeping him distracted. He chewed his lip and kept glancing back over at him.

God he’s so hot. Why did they have to pull this here?

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Sweat dripped down Koz’s temple. His squirming lined up perfectly with Dean pushing down on the remote in his pocket.

The meeting wrapped up, and Koz let out a relieved gasp once the buzzing stopped. He sat in his chair, clutching the armrests.

Dean gave him a crooked smirk, standing up. “Kozmo. Could I talk to you for a moment once everybody leaves?”

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RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

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Jack kept his eyes locked forward, cheeks burning. He noticed Koz’s different reactions and swallowed thickly. Dean seemed relatively unphased, a perfect poker face.

He cleared his throat as his leg started to bounce.

[pitch-nightmare-king]

“So, Jack.” Dean spoke up, turning in his chair. “I noticed your recent article wasn’t in the spread set.” He said, glancing over at Koz. “Why is that?”

Koz glared at Dean, opening his mouth to say something before Dean pressed another button. Koz grunted quietly, hunching back over and biting down on his sleeve.

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Jack cleared his throat and glanced up at Dean. “I, uh, I don’t know.” He said honestly, looking back at Kozmotis. “I didn’t realize it didn’t make it in. It was supposed to be one of the first.”

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“Kozmotis.” Dean said. “What happened to the article? Weren’t you looking over it yesterday?” He said, pressing another button.

Koz leg started to shake. “I-I don’t know, I must have miss placed it.” He managed to say. “It might be in my desk.” He added breathlessly.

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Jack’s brows furrowed in anger momentarily. “Excuse me? You misplaced it?” He asked. “What the fuck do you mean you misplaced it? Did it even make it downstairs for review?”

[pitch-nightmare-king]

The toy started pulsating inside him. His leg shook faster and faster, his cheeks turning scarlet. “It must be somewhere in my desk.” He said quickly, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

[ask-the-jack-frost]

RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

[ask-the-jack-frost]

Jack kept his eyes locked forward, cheeks burning. He noticed Koz’s different reactions and swallowed thickly. Dean seemed relatively unphased, a perfect poker face.

He cleared his throat as his leg started to bounce.

[pitch-nightmare-king]

“So, Jack.” Dean spoke up, turning in his chair. “I noticed your recent article wasn’t in the spread set.” He said, glancing over at Koz. “Why is that?”

Koz glared at Dean, opening his mouth to say something before Dean pressed another button. Koz grunted quietly, hunching back over and biting down on his sleeve.

[ask-the-jack-frost]

Jack cleared his throat and glanced up at Dean. “I, uh, I don’t know.” He said honestly, looking back at Kozmotis. “I didn’t realize it didn’t make it in. It was supposed to be one of the first.”

[pitch-nightmare-king]

“Kozmotis.” Dean said. “What happened to the article? Weren’t you looking over it yesterday?” He said, pressing another button.

Koz leg started to shake. “I-I don’t know, I must have miss placed it.” He managed to say. “It might be in my desk.” He added breathlessly.

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[florentineking]

[ask-the-jack-frost]

RP with @pitch-nightmare-king

A hand slammed down on the smooth metal of the locker by Kozmotis Pitchiner’s head, the loud noise echoing through the hall. But then again, Chad was never really a fan of subtlety when it came to tormenting others.

“Hey, Pitch. What are you up to today?” The boy asked, though his tone was anything but friendly. He reached up and knocked the contents of Koz’s hands to the floor.

The entourage of boys behind him snickered, including a young boy with platinum hair standing behind Chad.

“Oh come on,” The white-haired boy spoke up. “The books? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”

“Shut up, Jack. There’s no book written on how to put losers in their place.”

[ask-the-jack-frost]

Jack kept his eyes locked forward, cheeks burning. He noticed Koz’s different reactions and swallowed thickly. Dean seemed relatively unphased, a perfect poker face.

He cleared his throat as his leg started to bounce.

[pitch-nightmare-king]

“So, Jack.” Dean spoke up, turning in his chair. “I noticed your recent article wasn’t in the spread set.” He said, glancing over at Koz. “Why is that?”

Koz glared at Dean, opening his mouth to say something before Dean pressed another button. Koz grunted quietly, hunching back over and biting down on his sleeve.