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“The fuck are you doin’ here?” Richie kicked at Derek’s dangling foot as he walked into the tailor’s shop, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Doesn’t my pops need you guarding’ somethin?”
Derek sat in a high-backed chair in the corner, his legs crossed as he lazily twirled his revolver in his hand.
“He’s in the back room,” Derek nodded toward the sliding wooden doors, his voice low.
“Look lively then, motherfucker,” Richie smirked, looking Derek up and down. “The fuck else does he pay you for.” He turned to join his father in the other room.
“Someone needs to teach you how to talk to people with that smart ass mouth, Richie."
“Ooh,” Richie feigned fear, shaking his arms in front of his body. “I’m so fuckin’ scared. Aren’t you like…two…three years older than me? Where do you get off tellin’ me what to do all the time.” He took another drag of his cigarette.
“Since your father has been payin’ me six figures for the past few years.”
“Shove that six figures up your ass,” Richie said, turning into the other room and slamming the wooden door shut.
Derek smiled, continuing to twirl his gun to pass the time.
Half an hour later the wooden sliding door opened again and the crew walked out, laughing and shooting the shit. Richie, his father, the tailor, and the receptionist all crowded toward the front entrance, triggering Derek into action.
He rose from his seat.
“Everything okay, Sir?” Derek asked, handing Richie’s father his coat.
“It’s fine,” he took the coat as Derek re-holstered his own gun. “We’re runnin’ late for another meeting. Go warm up the car.”
“Yes, Sir,” Derek nodded, walking toward the front entrance of the shop while Richie’s father stayed behind to talk to the tailor for another moment.
Richie was leaning against the wall by the door, smoking a new cigarette. Derek looked him up and down, annoyance clear on his face.
Richie chuckled. “The fuck you lookin’ at?”
“Wish I could go within a foot of you without walkin’ through a cloud of smoke,” Derek muttered.
Richie blew a sarcastic kiss, laughing to himself. “You wanna be near me, huh?”
“Fuck you,” Derek said, reaching for the front door handle.
“Fuck me yourself,” Richie smirked.
Derek turned to Richie’s dad and everyone else before snapping his neck back to Richie.
“Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” Derek said.
“Oh you took it seriously?” Richie laughed again, taking another drag. “Honey, you’re the fuckin’ fairy not me.”
Derek leaned in, inches from Richie, his hand still tight on the doorknob.
“Meet me back here tonight. Two in the mornin’,” Derek said.
“Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you, Princess?” Richie winked.
Derek rolled his eyes, opening and shutting the door in his wake.
The front door buzzer rang a quarter past two. Derek stood from his chair and made his way to the entrance.
Upon opening the door a giant gust of tobacco smoke blew into Derek’s face. “God dammit, Richie, you know I hate that fuckin’ shit.”
Richie stood laughing, continuing to blow out the rest of his smoke before letting himself in and shutting the door, leaning against it as he put out the bud against the brick wall, dropping it to the floor once it was out.
“You’re hilarious,” Richie said. “It’s just some smoke, Princess. Ain’t gonna hurtcha.”
Derek scowled.
“Aw you’re mad at me?” Richie said with a lasting chuckle.
“You’re such a fuckin’ ass sometimes.”
“Yeah yeah, you love it,” Richie stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Derek’s waist.
Derek’s gaze dropped to Richie’s lips and back into his secret paramour’s eyes.
“I just ask for respect is all,” Derek said.
“Aw,” Richie said, beginning to sway their bodies together where they stood. “You think I don’t respect you?”
“There are doubts,” Derek said, his voice low and heady from the proximity of Richie.
Richie’s head fell back with a groan. “Fine,” he said. “Fine,” he said softer. “I’ll respect you. How do you want me to respect you?” Richie trailed his open palm down the side of Derek’s slack-clad thigh. “You want me on my knees? Will that show you that I respect you, Princess, huh?”
Derek exhaled. “Stop calling me Princess.”
“You love it,” Richie smirked. “Admit it. You know you do.”
Derek sighed.
“C’mon, admit it,” Richie said, his lips inches from Derek’s.
Derek licked his own lips, keeping his gaze bowed.
“Silence speaks volumes, Baby,” Richie laughed.
“I’m not gonna admit to it,” Derek smirked.
“It’s okay,” Richie nodded. “I know you do.” He clutched Derek’s lower back and rocked them back and forth again. “Now…are you gonna fuck me or did I come all the way out here in the snow for nothin?”
“Are you gonna stop smokin’?”
Richie smirked.
“You gonna make me,” Richie looked at Derek’s lips and back into his eyes.
“Such a little fuckin’ brat,” Derek grit his teeth and shook his head. His breath caught in his throat when he felt Richie’s hand on the front of his slacks squeezing.
“Make me,” Richie repeated, a sly smirk on his lips. His bent into whisper against Derek’s lips, “Come on, big shot. Fuckin’ make me.”
Derek grabbed both of Richie’s wrists with one hand and held them above his head, shoving him against the wall, crowding him in with his body.
“Oh-ho,” Richie exclaimed. “There he is. There’s my fuckin’ man.”
“I’m sick of your smart mouth,” Derek said under his breath, pressing his body against Richie’s.
“Fuck yeah, talk dirty to me, Princess,” Richie smirked, knowing he was getting under Derek’s skin, asking for it.
He blew Derek a kiss, looking him up and down before Derek was tightening his hold on Richie’s wrists and yanking him to the chair in the corner, ripping Richie’s jacket off in his wake.
Derek took a seat and settled Richie over his lap, maneuvering his body with grace and force in a quick movement until Richie’s stomach was against the tops of his thighs. The movement disheveled Richie’s white button up and his suspenders went askew.
“Damn, my pops never even did this,” Richie chuckled, his diaphragm pressing against Derek’s legs.
“Maybe that’s why you are the way you are,” Derek smirked, unbuckling his own sleeves and rolling them up his forearms before getting to work on Richie’s suspenders and slacks, ripping them down and off, along with his underwear. He held Richie’s wrists together with one hand against his lower back.
“Maybe,” Richie laughed, gasping when he felt Derek’s hand come down hard against his ass, jiggling the flesh there. “Fuck!”
“What? You expected this to feel good, huh?” Derek smirked, running his nails up the back of Richie’s naked thighs.
Richie groaned when another surprising smack came, rutting forward from the hit.
“It’s not that bad,” Richie grit his teeth when another hit came. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “Why don’t you…stop being such a little fairy and hit harder.”
Derek shook his head.
“Getting your ass smarted and you still have a mouth,” Derek shook his head.
“Punishment never worked on me,” Richie said, gasping from another hit. “Thought you knew that.”
“Oh,” Derek raised his own thigh directly under Richie’s cock, bouncing there, feeling how hard Richie was from it.
“Maybe it works on you in different ways, huh?” Derek smirked, rubbing his palm against Richie’s red and heated asscheeks.
“There’s the proof,” Derek continued. “No denying it…princess.”
“Oh fuck you,” Richie said, before another slap came. Richie moaned, rocking forward, his cock leaking against Derek’s slacks.
Derek spread Richie’s cheeks with one hand, petting at the well-lubricated hole.
“Already ready for me, huh? Surprised you didn’t dry up in this weather,” Derek said, petting Richie’s hole before sinking a finger in.
“Fuck,” Richie kicked the floor, not with any force but to find purchase, his own nails gripping into his palms.
“Walked what…two miles in the snow to get here? Pussy full of oil. What would your pops think if he saw his little pride and joy meeting his bodyguard in the middle of the night to get fucked, huh?”
“He’d be proud I’m taking initiative and goin’ for what I want,” Richie smirked, his eyes half closed, blissed out and focused on Derek’s finger inside him. “That makes a man.”
“Yeah?” Derek cooed, easily pressing a second finger into Richie’s hole. “And what would he think if he knew how much you begged for my cock? How much you fuckin’ love being split open on it? Best little cock whore in all of Chicago.”
“At least I have a title,” Richie said.
Derek tugged his fingers out and slapped Richie’s ass again, hard and fast. Richie bucked forward with a moan, his cock throbbing hard against Derek’s legs.
“You know the rules, no comin’ till I do,” Derek said, bouncing his thigh under Richie.
“Then stop bouncin’ your fuckin’ leg, Asshole,” Richie said.
Derek chuckled. “Get up.” He let go of Richie’s wrists and they both stood up.
Richie didn’t get a moment to breathe before Derek was pressing him against the wall and joining their lips together in a slow but heavy make out.
Richie held Derek’s head, gripping into the back of his hair and his shoulder, sucking on Derek’s tongue.
“Fuck me,” Richie sighed against Derek’s lips, pecking another small kiss. “Fuckin’ fuck me.”
Derek lifted Richie’s leg and wrapped it around his own back, holding it there as he sank his cock into Richie’s dripping hole.
Richie gasped, clutching Derek's back and shoulder hard, his eyes shut tight.
“That’s what you wanted, huh?” Derek chuckled. “That shut you up?”
Richie was too into the moment to come up with a witty retort, too high on his man’s body, feeling the way Derek filled and stretched him.
Derek gathered Richie’s other leg up and wrapped it around his body to join the other before pressing Richie’s lithe body harder against the wall and beginning to truly fuck into him, pounding his hole and drawing out Richie’s high-pitched broken whimpers. Derek’s very favorite sound.
Derek joined their lips together again, tasting his love's moans for a moment before they continued again.
“Please God fuck, tell me you’re close,” Richie sighed, clutching at Derek’s head and hair with both hands.
“Look at you followin’ all the rules,” Derek teased.
“Fuck you,” Richie sighed, looking into Derek’s eyes and smiling lazily through his pleasure.
Their lips joined together again as Derek continued pounding into him again at full speed, the fronts of his thighs smacking Richie’s reddened ass, jiggling and slapping the flesh.
Derek trembled, nearing his finish, his fingers gripping the fat of Richie's thighs as he struggled to continue holding him up. “Fuck.”
“Come on,” Richie whispered, nuzzling his nose against Derek's. “Fuckin’ do it, Princess.”
Derek moved to begin kissing Richie's neck, pausing every few moments to moan, his bottom lip dragging against Richie's throat. He groaned, hiding his face fully in Richie’s neck as he came, clutching Richie, holding his entire body weight up as he rut forward coming into his boss’ son.
Richie's breath hitched with a whimper, coming untouched as Derek angled himself just so, knowing exactly how to drive Richie there after months of secret meetings.
Their lips met again as they kissed, coming down from their collective high. Moaning and whimpering together, clinging to one another.
Derek pulled out, as he delicately helped Richie down, maneuvering him so he could stand again. Derek’s come leaked down Richie’s thighs as they continued to kiss. Richie's fingers flexed and relaxed against Derek's sides as they kissed, his eyes closed.
“You still gonna smoke?” Derek whispered against Richie’s lips.
“Gonna light one up as soon as you get the hell off me,” Richie said with a smirk.
Derek shook his head, looking down at Richie’s lips again and kissed a peck there. “So damn stubborn.”
“I’m Taurus, the fuck do you want from me,” Richie said, keeping eye contact with Derek as continued to pet his sides.
They kissed again and were quiet for a moment, enjoying each other’s company in rare silence.
“I know you were fuckin’ around. But don’t you dare tell my pops about this,” Richie said.
“So we’re not invitin’ him to the weddin?”
Richie smirked. “Fuck you.”
“Can I tell him then?” Derek rocked the two of them together. “Hm?”
“Maybe then,” Richie said under his breath.
“Maybe then,” Derek repeated, before kissing Richie’s lips again.