25. Begging
When Neritok first heard something shaking overhead in his office, he assumed the source was someone on the floor above. What he hadn’t expected was for one of his ceiling tiles to slide out of place and for a pair of legs and a fluffy tail to emerge underneath. It was easy sometimes for the Zhuktor to forget that the Shaan he lived with was an accomplished thief. It was times like this, when he landed on the floor of the office with barely a sound, that those memories came flooding back.
“Fucking hell, Zenix!” he cried out in surprise, almost jumping out of his skin when the tiny man appeared in the corner of his eye. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
Zenix padded over to him and leapt up onto his desk. He was pouting, no doubt because he’d been shouted at. “I wanted ta see ya,” he said simply. “Didn’t ya want t’see me?”
“Not at work, no.” Neritok sighed, rubbing at his brow. “How did you even get in here?”
The Shaan’s pout quickly disappeared in favour of a sly grin. “I gots me ways. You know that.”
“This isn’t funny, Zenix,” Neritok said as he reached out, hooking two fingers under Zenix’s collar and tugging, forcing his head down lower. “I’ll lose my job if they catch you in here. Go home.”
Zenix whined. “But I’m lonely at home. It ain’t no fun without you there.”
“Then go to town and do something. I’ll give you some money for the arcade.”
“I don’t wanna go to the arcade!” Zenix’s eyes welled up and he gripped at Neritok’s arm, hugging it close. “I already said, didn’t I? I wanted ta see you! Nothin’ else!”
Neritok’s frown faltered for a moment. “I’ll be home in a few hour--”
“No ya won’t,” the Shaan sniffed. “Every day they makes ya stay late. Please can’t I stay with you?”
“No.”
“Pretty please!” Zenix edged further forward on the desk. Neritok could never really tell whether the puppy dog eyes he always brought out were on purpose or if they were just how his face looked. “Ya know I’m a good hider! I’ll be all small and hidden! Just let me stay, please!”
“No.”
Zenix looked like he really might start crying. And yet he clambered off the desk and right into Neritok’s lap, straddling him and gripping onto his shoulders. “Please, Neritok. I’ll do anythin’.”
“...Anything?”
Zenix nodded as hard as he could. “Anythin’, anythin’!”
The scowl was still on the Zhuktor’s face when he gripped Zenix’s waist and lifted him up. He placed him on the floor, scooting him down beneath the desk, before trapping him inside with his office chair. All the furniture in the office was too big even for Neritok - for the fully grown Zhuktor this desk had been intended for, fitting into the leg space beneath the metal top would’ve been a nightmare. Neritok could’ve fit under there quite easily; Zenix had room to spare.
“You can stay,” he said. “But if you only if you stay here, you keep quiet, and--” He unzipped his leather trousers, pulling out both of his meaty cocks and putting them on full display. “--you make it worth my while.”
Zenix’s cheeks reddened but he was smirking when he nodded. “Anythin’ for you, Master.”
Neritok finally smiled back when he reached down and scratched at his pet’s ears. “Good boy,” he praised before finally pushing his chair all the way in and getting back to his work.
Zenix didn’t waste any time. He got straight up onto his knees and gripped at Neritok’s thighs, parting them wide so he could settle in between his legs. Sucking the Zhuktor’s cocks had seemed complicated at first but his master had shown him how to pleasure both of them at once. He took one in each hand and started to pump up and down. His little tongue darted out and lapped at the tips, licking each one in turn, his tail wagging behind him as he shifted position. Eventually he parted his lips and, after tugging the upper one out of the way, his hand still stroking along its length, took the bottom cock into his mouth.
That was when there was a knock at the door.
Neritok visibly tensed, swallowing hard before he answered. “Come in.”
It was one of his work colleagues that strode in, a full-blooded Zhuktor that actually filled the doorway when he passed through it. He strode over and took a seat opposite. “You alright? You’re looking a bit flushed.”
“I’m fine,” Neritok replied a little too quickly, his cheeks darkening even more. “It’s just hot in here, that’s all.”
His colleague shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it sorta is. Did you hear they’re rescheduling us this afternoon?”
Neritok nodded. His cock was tickling the back of Zenix’s throat. If the Shaan gagged, it’d all be over. “Yes, I...” He swallowed and shifted in his seat. “I heard about that. Apparently they want the prisoner to talk ASAP.”
“More than that. You’re up in ten.”
“What?”
“They told me to come fetch you. Reckoned you might not’ve seen the latest change.”
Neritok bit his lip. “...Tell them I’ll be there in a minute. I’ve just got some stuff to finish up here first.”
“They ain’t gonna like that,” his colleague said as he stood up again. “Don’t reckon anyone but you’d even get away with saying it.”
“Oh, I know,” Neritok said. “But I’m just not in a position where I can tear myself away.”
The other Zhuktor nodded. “Alright then,” he said as he left. “I’ll see you down there.”
As soon as the door closed again, Neritok let out the desperate moan he’d been holding in that whole time. Zenix had stuffed his whole length inside him, kissing up against the base of his cock every time his head bobbed up and down. The little Shaan had no business being so good at this. Neritok could barely stand it. He gripped at the back of his chair as hard as he dared, digging his fingers in and whimpering every time Zenix swallowed around his shaft. He normally managed to remain so stern. It was amazing how quickly pleasure changed that.
“Faster,” he urged in breathy pants, groaning when Zenix complied. “Fuck! Th-That’s it.”
If his mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of cock, Zenix’s smirk would still have been firmly in place. He swirled his tongue around him, rolled his thumb around the head of the other cock, and squeezed his balls just the way he liked him to. He didn’t want to have to stop. He knew that Neritok would have to leave then, off to torture on the state’s behalf for who knew how long. But no matter how much he tried to stave off the Zhuktor’s orgasm, it came all the same, hard and heavy.
Zenix pulled back off his cock enough to be able to press the head of the second one inside him too, stretching his lips and straining his jaw with double the girth. When Neritok blew his load, his cum spurted all over his tongue, coating his mouth and his throat as he eagerly swallowed it down. He even lapped and suckled at the two dripping tips to clean them off before he pulled back, looking more dishevelled than usual.
Neritok smiled and petted him, stroking at his ears and the sides of his face. “Good boy,” he praised. “My lovely good little Zenny.”
Zenix beamed wide at that, nuzzling into every gentle touch his master’s hands gave him. “I wish you could stay with me, Master.”
“Well I can’t,” the Zhuktor said as he got to his feet. He reached down to grab the cushion that, if anyone asked, was definitely on his desk chair for comfort and not because he was too short for it otherwise. “Here, you can nap on this. I’ll be back in no time at all if you just nap, won’t I?”
Zenix took the cushion and hugged it close. It smelt completely and utterly of Neritok. He didn’t need to be told to curl up on it and go to sleep - that much, whilst nestled beneath this desk in the warmth and darkness, was inevitable. “I love you, Master,” he murmured, his voice muffled by the cushion in his arms.
Neritok’s whole face softened at that. “I love you too,” he said before finally taking his leave.
