The Perfect Cup of Tea
by Granate, 2005 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The silver tray was perfectly arranged - delicate china cup and saucer, spoon, teapot of hot water steeping with just the right blend of tea leaves, and a small jar of sugar. No cream. Gwendel did not take cream in his tea. Gunter balanced the tray in one hand and entered the office without knocking. "I'm busy," a gruff voice said from the desk. "As always," Gunter replied genially as he allowed the china to clink loudly, covering the sound of the brass lock on the door. Gwendel did not look especially surprised to see him, Gunter was one of the very few people brave enough to enter this room without an invitation, but the raven-haired Mazoku did look irritated. "I didn't ask for tea." "I thought you could use it," Gunter said as he set the tray on the desk. He did not expect or receive any sentiment of gratitude from the other man, but that wasn't why he was here anyway. "The days really seem to drag with the weather we've been having, I figured even you could use a break," he continued conversationally. "Although, Anissina's Weather Predicting Machine said it would clear up tomorrow." Gwendel grunted, without looking up from the papers he was absorbed in. "When I pedaled it, it said the weather would break yesterday, and when she got Conrad on it, it predicted next Thursday." "So you're saying it might have a few kinks still," Gunter laughed gracefully. At the sound, Gwendel's dark eyes stole upwards to him. "Stuffy in here," Gunter observed and went to the window behind Gwendel's chair. He flicked the lock open and pushed the pane outwards. "It's not raining too hard now, it's nice to listen to, anyway," Gunter mused, mostly to himself, he knew, since Gwendel was ignoring him again. It was raining steadily outside, making pattering sounds as it fell on the flagstone courtyard below the window, and more distant, metallic sounds from the gutters high above on the roof of Blood Pledge Castle. "Mmm, that's nice," Gunter hummed. "Don't you have a Maou to be babysitting?" Gwendel reminded him as he shuffled some papers. "And deprive your brother of his only joy in life?" Gunter joked as he turned around from the window and faced Gwendel's back. "I see, so second best will just have to do," Gwendel said dryly. "Second best?" Gunter smirked as he approached the desk. "Hardly. But you're cute when you pout, so please don't feel the need to stop," he said breezily as he picked up the teapot and poured a steaming cup of tea. "You always make it too hot," Gwendel said flatly as he watched the steam rise. "Do I? Then you'll just have to wait," Gunter replied as he set the teapot down. He was about to pick up the spoon when Gwendel clamped a hand tight around his wrist. "What do you want?" Gwendel demanded impatiently. Gunter straightened up and looked down at him, a slow smile curving his lips. He effortlessly freed his hand and glided around Gwendel's chair, tracing his fingertips over the man's throat as he went. "The question I have is, what do you want?" he whispered, leaning close to his ear. His fingers roamed under Gwendel collar. He kissed just under the man's ear, a place he knew from experience was very sensitive, and unfastened the top button of the green coat. It was silent for a moment, there was just the sound of the rain outside, and then he heard Gwendel release the breath he'd been holding. Gunter grinned against Gwendel's ear and nipped at the lobe. He smoothed his hand down the dark-haired man's chest, taking care of any buttons or clasps on the way, and pushed the green jacket open. When his fingers reached the leather belt, Gwendel arched his neck around and pulled Gunter into a demanding kiss, fisting one hand in his hair for leverage. Gunter kissed back as he unbuckled the belt and his hand crept under the thick coat. He played deftly over the front of Gwendel's pants, mimicking the teasing of his tongue at the man's lips. Ever impatient, Gwendel tugged at his hair and claimed a deeper kiss. Gunter changed the pace of his hand to match, squeezing firmly around Gwendel's hardening cock. Gwendel broke the kiss with a breathy grunt and Gunter's lips moved down his jaw. He unbuttoned Gwendel's pants and slipped a hand inside to wrap around his stiff cock. Jerking Gwendel off was so gratifying, for some reason. Not as much as being fucked by him, but he had yet to get away with that in this office. No, this was just perfect for a rainy afternoon. Gunter bit and sucked at his ear, listening to his ragged breathing. The whole picture was one of glorious surrender - leaning back in his chair, work forgotten, his chest rising and falling, mouth slightly open, eyes closed. And he gave it up so easily! Gunter hadn't been in the room ten minutes and Gwendel's cock was leaking in his hand. It was something that had to be seen to be believed, but fortunately or unfortunately, no one else got to see it. Without warning, Gwendel seized his arm and hauled him around the front of the chair. Gunter found himself shoved roughly against the edge of the desk and just sat back on it as hasty fingers undid the clasp his cape, letting it fall onto the desk covered in papers. Gunter decided the view was much better from here. Gwendel's hair was slightly disheveled; the distinctive green jacket was pushed aside, exposing his skewed shirt and his proud cock jutting out of his open pants. Gunter just stared as Gwendel unbuttoned his white tunic and yanked it down his shoulders. Those normally deft fingers attacked his white shirt next, struggling a little with buttons but finally baring his chest and stomach. Strong hands rested palms against his middle and slid down slowly, unfastening his belt and opening his pants, and then down further to push his knees apart. Another smile curled Gunter's lips as Gwendel's hand wrapped firmly around his cock and brought it out away from the fabric of his pants. Gunter just leaned back on his hands, all too happy to let Gwendel have his way. Gwendel liked to get off by getting him off. It was yet another thing one wouldn't expect from Gwendel. Gunter kept his legs wide, giving Gwendel as much as he could want to look at. As for himself, Gunter couldn't decide if he wanted to watch Gwendel's hand on his cock, slightly darker against his ivory flesh, or Gwendel working his own cock, his stroke perfect, practiced, and natural. He started them both out slow, and pushed the tempo until it was fast, rough, and hard. It was exactly how he liked to fuck. Thinking about that, Gunter's head fell back. He could feel the shirt slipping from his shoulders and his chest heaving, and he could hear moans that barely registered as his, but he didn't care. There was a thick groan from Gwendel and Gunter arched his back, biting his lip to hold back the cries as he came. When Gunter's head cleared, he found Gwendel still sitting back in his chair, watching him through slitted dark blue eyes. Gunter fumbled with his tunic a little for the pocket where he kept his handkerchief and leaned over to wipe Gwendel off. Gwendel uttered his thanks and when he was done, pulled Gunter in for a kiss - by the hair, of course. Gunter could swear Gwendel thought he kept his hair long just so he could tow him around, but he returned the tender kisses because he knew that Gwendel von Walde was secretly a cuddler and there was no way he couldn't take advantage of that. He finally broke away to clean himself up and properly rearrange his clothes. Gwendel did the same and fixed his ponytail. There was silence between them as they adjusted clothing and clasps, the room filled only by the sound of the rain outside. Gwendel looked perfect again after just a moment, except for the flush that still colored his face. That flush made Gunter smile as he got up and shook his cape out before putting it back on. Gwendel made a stern face and a little displeased huff when he caught sight of the state his desk was now in. Gunter just hummed to himself and went to the door, leaving the tray he'd brought. At the door, he ran a hand through his hair and looked back at the man behind the desk, saying, "Your tea should be cool enough now." + |
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