Misbehaving

Baralai kept his good posture until the door closed behind the petitioner and his secretarial acolyte, Daemon. As soon as the door closed he slumped in his chair and rubbed his fingers on his temples. ‘Only a half hour of petitions left’ he reminded himself and straightened again to prepare for the next petitioner.

Before Baralai could call for the next person to be shown in, a shadow detached itself from one of the cabinets against the wall and sauntered over to stand in front of his desk; Baralai should have known it would be Gippal. Baralai was on his feet in an instant. “What are you doing here? How did you get in? If anyone finds you here you’ll be in a lot of trouble, Gippal!”

Gippal smirked and came behind the desk to stand next to Baralai. Grabbing his arms he smiled. “Concerned for my safety.” He joked and brought Baralai to him for a kiss and to rub his body up against Baralai’s.

Baralai relaxed into the kiss for a moment before pulling away. “Gippal, I’m serious! I can’t have you here right now, I’m seeing petitioners.” Gippal’s smile just got bigger and he opened his mouth to reply, but the door started to swing open. Baralai panicked and looking around quickly, grabbed Gippal by the shoulder and shoved him under the enormous Praetor’s desk. Baralai barely had time to sit and scoot his chair back in before the door opened fully and Daemon escorted in two gentleman.

The gentlemen both came forward and bowed in the traditional way and Baralai rose to return the gesture. “Please, gentleman, be seated.” He said indicating the chairs before the desk. They did so nervously, glancing at each other before returning their gaze to Baralai. “Now, what can I help you with?” he asked smoothly, placing his hands, fingers intertwined, on the desk before him and giving them an encouraging smile.

One of the gentleman starting by introducing himself and his associate as the headman and a prominent merchant of a village about a days walk from Bevelle. As the man talked Baralai almost jerked in surprise and he felt hands on his knees that slide up his thighs to his hips. As the hands teased the edge of his pants Baralai seriously regretted the decision of putting Gippal under the desk. Why had he thought Gippal would behave himself? Baralai started to panic as he felt his belt being undone, quickly followed by his trouser buttons and ties, but he knew very well he could do nothing in this situation. He firmly turned his attention back to the two men across the desk from him.

The merchant took up the thread, detailing all the many ways that their village was important to Bevelle, from delivering food supplies to crafts and other small necessities and providing a way place for travelers to Bevelle, etc. Baralai nodded and smiled and then sucked in a deep breathe as he felt Gippal pull his half-erect cock out of his pants. Trying not to let his eyes go wide or pant, Baralai interjected smoothly. “Gentleman, I know full well the value of all the contributions from your village and I am very happy indeed that you are there to aid and support Bevelle.” Baralai had to use all his training not to let the last word come out in a squeak, for just that moment, Gippal had licked a long line from the base of his penis to the tip and started to suckle on it. After a moment he continued. “However, I have many petitioners asking for my time and I do not wish to be rude but is there something I can help you with?” he asked with admired control.

The headman smiled at Baralai. “Indeed there is, sir.” He said and told Baralai of all the troubles they had with fiends recently, scaring off the villagers protecting the herds and destroying crops, coming into the village at night and stealing chickens and other animals. Baralai tried to listing patiently as the man listed off all the problems. Halfway through, Gippal changed tactics and swallowed Baralai whole, adding heavenly suction that nearly sent Baralai through the roof. As it was, his eyelids fluttered closed a couple of times and his fingers tightened their hold on each other until his knuckles were white.

Clearing his throat after the man was done, Baralai tried to speak normally, but was aware his voice had dropped in pitch and was a bit husky. “We shall certainly send some soldiers to address these fiend problems you’ve been having. Your village is important to us and we want you to feel safe.” At the satisfied nods of the two men he continued. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked, all of his concentration on not thrusting himself down Gippal’s throat as he started swirling his tongue around the head of Baralai’s penis.

“No Praetor.” Came the reply from them both and they stood, giving the traditional bow again.

Baralai knew he was being rude by not standing, but he could barely move, much less stand. He gave a short bow from his chair and summoned Daemon to show the men out. As the acolyte was leaving he stopped him. “Daemon, I am going to take a break for about ten minutes, my head needs a rest. You are dismissed.” He gasped out, about to explode as he held the edge of the desk in a death-grip. Daemon bowed and shut the door behind him. It was just in time. As the door clicked shut, Baralai shoved a hand in his mouth to stifle his scream and came, hard.

He slid down in his chair, boneless. Gippal pushed it backwards and, still kneeling between Baralai’s legs, pressed his face to Baralai’s abdomen. “I know you enjoyed that.” He said with a grin. “So don’t even try to deny it.”

Baralai tried to glare at Gippal but was still trying to get his senses back from his amazing orgasm. “I should have known better,” was all he managed.

Gippal grinned. “You know, I’ve always had a fantasy about you doing me on this big, stately desk of yours, but seeing as you just came your brains out, it looks like I’ll have to do you on it.” Baralai looked scandalized but didn’t have the energy to protest, and had to admit to himself, that he had had similar fantasies about Gippal’s desk at Djor temple. He suddenly found himself facedown on his desk, his coat thrown over his shoulder, while Gippal pulled his pants down around his knees. “Gippal! At least go lock the door!” he hissed.

Gippal laughed. “We have ten minutes before anyone comes back. I promise to make this one a quickie.” True to his word, he quickly produced lube from a pocket, and undoing the clasp that held his leggings and shoulder pauldrons together, unstrapped his belt and pulled his pants down, exposing his already hard member. “Mmmm, Baralai, you look so delicious spread there on the desk. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Baralai mumbled something that sounded like “horny maniac.”

Laughing, Gippal lubed up a finger. He teased Baralai’s opening for a moment before sliding inside. Soon a second finger joined in and then a third. Baralai winced as the third finger burned a bit but they did have to do this quickly. ‘I can’t believe we’re doing this.’ He thought, glancing at the door which was still closed firmly.

Gippal pulled his fingers out and slicked lube on his cock, lining up with Baralai he leaned over his lover. “Brace.” He said and shoved home. Baralai thanked Yevon for Gippal’s warning otherwise his hips would have slammed painfully into the desk and he would have yelped. As it was, he barely kept his sensitive parts from the desk and the noises in his mouth.

Baralai stretched his hands out but still couldn’t grab the other side of the desk, it was that big. He placed his hands on the desk to brace himself and turned his head to the side. After a few slow thrusts for Baralai to adjust, Gippal set a hard, fast pace, digging his hands into Baralai’s hips for leverage. Baralai cried out quietly, as Gippal found his prostate and he took full advantage of it, striking it again and again. As he got close, Gippal reached around to grab Baralai’s cock and stroked in time to his thrusts. Baralai shoved his hand back in his mouth and bit down to keep his moans quiet. Gippal kept his rhythm for as long as possible, but then gave into the need and slammed into Baralai as hard and fast as he could, chanting “fuck fuck fuck.” A few moments later he came with a barely suppressed, “’Lai”. He collapsed over Baralai’s back for a second, before pulling out of Baralai and pulling them both so they were in the chair with Baralai in his lap. Gippal snuggled his face into Baralai’s neck and returned his grip to Baralai’s cock.

Baralai lay back in Gippal’s embrace and thrust into his hand. Gippal watched as Baralai relinquished his job, his duty, his responsibilities, everything and became simply Baralai in this moment. Baralai started to moan in time to his thrusts and Gippal had to kiss him to stifle the noise. Just when he was afraid he was going to have to do something more drastic, he felt Baralai stiffen in his arms and braced himself. Baralai thrust twice more into his hand before arching his body, flinging his head backwards and his feet scrabbling for purchase on the floor. After a moment he relaxed back into Gippal, breathing hard. Gippal gave another shit-eating grin. “Why Praetor, how devilish of you, getting fucked over your desk, and during the middle of the day too.”

Baralai glared at the Al Bhed. “You are a wicked, bad man.” He informed Gippal as he stood and got his pants back up and fastened them into place, smoothing his coat over everything. He grabbed Gippal around the back of his neck and drew him in for a searing kiss. “You will wait for me in my room. I’ll deal with you later.” He said and kissed him again.

Gippal grinned as he was released. With a semi-mocking bow he retreated around the desk and back toward the window he entered through. “As my Praetor wishes.” He said and faded into the shadows. Baralai sighed and did a quick search of his desk and chair, despite a slight odor in the air, nothing was amiss. He called Daemon back into the room. “Bring in the next petitioner.”