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Who: Sen, Mutou
When: During work hours
Where: Mutou's office
What: Things don't quite go to plan for Sen
Rating: NC-17


Mutou walks up behind Sen and leans over his shoulder. "Looking for something, my sweet?"

Sen's hand freezes on the mouse. "No, n-nothing important."

Mutou chuckles, moving his lips closer to Sen's ear as he places a hand over the one Sen has on the mouse. "No? Not even inmate files?"

Sen shivers a little at the closeness, trying to draw his hand away from the mouse. "Even if I wanted to look, I don't have the password, and hacking isn't a skill I posess."

Mutou keeps a hold of Sen's hand. "So if you weren't looking, how do you know there's a password?"

"I tried to access them before. Not long after I started working for you. I was curious about a few people." His whole body is tense under Mutou's touch.

Mutou slips his other hand over Sen's waist. "What are you looking for now?" He eyes the screen, keeping his lips close to his ear.

Sen bites his lower lip a little. "I already told you, nothing. I just misplaced the saved file of a letter I was typing, that's all."

Mutou chuckles and clicks a few things. "See. It's just here, under recent documents." He pulls the letter up, reading it quickly before Sen can try to minimize it.

The letter is a genuine document Sen had been working on, it hadn't really been misplaced of course, that was simply an excuse. "Ah, thank you. At least I don't have to type it all out again."

"Now..." Mutou clicks a few more things. "Do you realise your complete viewing history is saved on here?" He pulls up the screen, clicking on the last thing Sen was looking at.

Sen lets out a soft sigh, snooping at Mutou's file wasn't going all that well, he really wasn't designed to be good at such jobs, he'd never make an undercover detective, that was for sure.

Mutou chuckles, enlarging his picture. "Aw, Sen. If you wanted to know something, you just had to ask."

"I didn't want to seem rude or nosy by asking about your life." He says, voice a little dry.

"So you're rude and nosy behind my back?"

"No, but the file would have told me everything I needed to know."

Mutou clicks a few more things, hiding his file and making it unavailable. "I will be in my office if you'd like to know something in that file." He smiles and smooches Sen's cheek before going into his office.

Sen stares at the computer screen for a long moment. He sighs soft, not sure whether to take Mutou up on his offer or not, after all, Blue had told him not to ask Mutou directly because it would look suspicious if they both started asking a lot of questions. He stands, moving from his computer station to Mutou's office, locking the door behind him.

Mutou is sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and sipping from a glass. "Hello there."

Sen moves over to the sofa, taking a seat beside Mutou, reaching out to take the glass from him, to sip whatever liquid it contained.

Mutou watches Sen drink his glass of water. "Does it taste better than what you get?"

Sen hands the glass back. "Tastes chilled and filtered, much better than the water downstairs." He says, leaning back on the sofa, smiling soft.

Mutou takes the glass and finishes it off before setting it on the end table. "Maybe I'll let you take some back with you."

"I'd like that." He keeps his eyes on Mutou watching his every movement. "Tell me about your life before UGH, I know you were married, butt hat's all I really know about you."

Mutou raises both brows. "Why the sudden interest in my past, hm?"

"Well, I spend a lot of time with you, in this office, and I know so little about you."

Mutou looks Sen over, slipping a hand up his cheek when their eyes meet. "Most good things come in trade, you know."

Sen shifts a little, leaning over to press a kiss to Mutou's lips. "Well then, that must be worth at least a few words, right?"

Mutou chuckles. "Of course." He pulls Sen's hand between his own thighs. "I was born in Japan."

Sen rubs the palm of his hand against Mutou's groin, trailing kisses along his jaw.

Mutou inhales deeply, flicking his pants open while guiding Sen's kisses lower down his chest. "I was a brat in primary school, always getting in trouble."

"Mmm I couldn't imagine that," he purrs, trailing those kisses downwards, slipping his hand inside Mutou's pants to grope him.

Mutou's eyes slide half way shut as he watches Sen work his body. "I was. Got in trouble almost daily for one thing or another."

Sen moves off of the sofa to kneel infront of Mutou. "Any reason? Attention seeking?" He frees Mutou's length from the confines of his pants, running his tongue over the head.

"Mmmmm. Yes. I liked the spankings."

He licks at the head of Mutou's shaft again. "Into kink from an early age? Howcome you work as a respectable Prison Warden rather than in some seedy S&M club?" He asks, taking the head of Mutou's length into his mouth.

Mutou snickers. "Why would I need that when I've got you?"

He pulls back a little, glancing up at Mutou. "Who says I'm into kink?" He goes back down on the man, taking more of that length into his mouth.

"Inmate sleeping with the warden is a fantasy of quite a few."

"Perhaps." He says, kissing down the entire length of Mutou's shaft, before kissing back up. "But I doubt I'm the only one you've slept with, right?" he takes that length back in his mouth, taking it in deeper.

Mutou smirks. "Oh but Sen. Don't you know you're my one and only?"

He pulls back once more, wrapping his hand around that length, stroking slowly. "Is that so?"

Mutou snickers. "Does that please you?"

"Is it supposed to?" he gives a gentle tug on Mutou's length, licking the head once more. "You could just be saying that to keep me sweet."

Mutou pets a hand over Sen's cheek. "You're always sweet, Sen. I've tasted you several times by now to know."

Sen instantly blushes, turning his face away.

Mutou turns Sen's chin back towards himself, shifting his hips towards those lips.

Sen takes the man's length back into his mouth, teasing the underside with his tongue.

Mutou moans softly in his throat, watching himself vanish into that mouth. "So nice..."

He bobs his head, taking more of that length into his mouth each time.

Mutou's breathing quickens as a hand grips in Sen's hair to control the speed and depth of Sen's bobbing.

He purrs around the man's length, taking more into his mouth.

Mutou groans, forcing himself further into Sen's throat. "Oh god, just like that."

The younger man gags a little, pulling back a little, allowing his throat muscles to relax, before taking that entire length into his mouth.

Mutou parts his lips, watching that mouth work on him. "Very nice."

Sen pulls away, sitting back on his knees, before moving to straddled Mutou's lap, despite still being fully clothed. "So, tell me more about yourself, after you left school, what did you do? Where did you go? Did you always know where you wanted to end up?" He trails kisses along the Warden's jaw, wrapping his arms around the man's neck.

Mutou slides his hands over Sen's rear, moving it to rub against himself. "So much talking." He caresses Sen through his pants. "Not enough sexing."

Sen lets out a soft gasp, grinding himself against Mutou. "We can't do both? Shame. I'd like to get to know you better. Much better." He purrs, leaning in to nip at Mutou's ear.

Mutou closes his eyes, tugging up Sen's shirt to slip his hands over that skin, brushing a thumb over those nipples. "What about Sword?"

Sen blushes a little at the many bite marks covering his flesh, mostly from Sword, some from Blue to cover up Sword's bites. He wraps his hand around Mutou's wrist, drawing a hand to his cheek, nuzzling into the palm. "What about him?"

Mutou pets his fingers over Sen's cheek, opening his eyes to study his face. "You want to know me. Have you abandoned the love of your life, the sun to your shine?"

He closes his eyes for a moment, before opening them, looking into Mutou's eyes, smiling soft. "Yes."

Mutou returns the smile, moving his hands back down to lift Sen's shirt over his head. "Oh really?"

Sen raises his arms, making it easier to get that shirt off. "Yes, really. You don't believe me?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

Mutou frowns at the marks, tracing his fingers over the bruised flesh. "No. I don't." He pushes Sen to the floor and tucks himself back into his pants.

Sen lands on the floor, letting out a slight growl. "Hat the hell was that for?" He huffs, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm offering myself to you and you shove me away!"

Mutou stands, towering over the Sen on the floor with an accusing pointed finger. "Those are new."

Sen looks down at the marks, before looking back up at Mutou. "Last night. I was involved in a biting contest."

"With who?"

: "My new cell mate. Quite a biting kink he has." He sits up, looking up at Mutou, reaching out to stroke the man's leg.

Mutou frowns, watching Sen carefully. "So if I were to call him in here, he'd look the same?"

"Well, not quite so bad, since he won, but there's certainly a fair amount. The one on his shoulder is a good one." He moves onto his knees, nuzzling Mutou's groin.

Mutou narrows his eyes at Sen, not sure to believe him or not.

Sen stands, wrapping his arms around Mutou's neck, leaning in to kiss him hard.

Mutou slips his arms around Sen's waist, holding him close as he returns that kiss. "Mmmm... and you'll only be mine?"

"If you'll have me." Yep, Blue was going to kill him, this hadn't been part of the plan at all. He rests his lips against Mutou's, letting his eyes close for a moment.

Mutou holds the kiss, pulling Sen close against his body as he thinks about the proposal. "We'll see..."

Sen trails his fingers through Mutou's hair, backing towards the sofa, pulling Mutou with him.

Mutou deepens the kiss as he tugs on Sen's pants to drop them. "I want to have you in my bed."

Sen breaks the kiss, looking into Mutou's eyes. "Bed?" He asks, head tilting a little.

Mutou nods, curving his hands over Sen's naked rear. "I have a king size, four poster. Satin sheets and lots of pillows. Would you like that?"

Sen lets out a soft sigh. "That sounds wonderful." He presses a kiss to Mutou's lips, tugging lightly with his teeth.

: Mutou moves his lips to Sen's ear. "How would you like to go?"

He blushes a little, nuzzling closer to Mutou. "Up to you, whatever you want is fine with me."

"Tell me, Sen. Tell me what you want."

"I... want whatever you want though, Travis." He says, nuzzling his cheek against the other man's.


Mutou breathes heavily in Sen's ear. "I want you to stay with me tonight."

Sen's eyes go a little wide. "But... I can't, I'm an inmate, you're the Warden, it... the scandal it would cause, the trouble it would get you into." He says, stroking the man's cheek softly.

Mutou chuckles. "You're naked in my office right now... and you mention scandal?"

Sen blushes a little. "Well, I work here during work hours, it's not suspicious, how would you explain me missing from my cell overnight?"

Mutou grins, slipping a hand between Sen's thighs. "Solitary."

He arches into Mutou's touch, moaning softly. "That could work. The reason?"

"Have I ever needed a reason before?" Mutou strokes faster, adding a little pressure to his grip. "Can you be convincing that you don't want to go to solitary when I have the guards come get you?"

Sen lets out another moan, nodding his head, eyes closed. "Y-yes..."

Mutou nibbles on the soft spot just behind Sen's ear. "Come for me, love. So I can take you home."

Sen buries his face against Mutou's neck, moaning against his skin, thrusting into that stroking hand. "Ngh... feels good!"

Mutou rotates his wrist as he jerks Sen off. "Would it help if I..." He falls to his knees, taking Sen into his mouth.

"Ah! God..." He tangles his hands into Mutou's hair, thrusting into that warm, wet mouth, groaning out in pleasure. He throws his head back, crying out as his orgasm hits, spilling his seed into Mutou's waiting mouth.

Mutou nuzzles into Sen's curls, swallowing everything given to him. He bobs gently, milking Sen for all he's got before leaning back with a lick of his lips. "Very.. tasty."

Sen glances down at him through half lidded eyes, skin flushed in a post-orgasm glow. He pants hard, trying to gain control of his breathing, brushing a thumb over Mutou's lips.

Mutou kisses that thumb. "Dress so I can undress you in my bed."

Sen nods, moving to slip his jeans and shirt back on. "So, when do I get to hear more about you?"

Mutou chuckles. "Maybe I'll break out the old photo albums if you want."

He chuckles soft. "I'd like that." He walks back to Mutou, pressing his lips against the older man's, tasting himself on them.

Mutou returns the kiss and swats at Sen's rear. "Not go so I can have them get you."

He gives a playful yelp, taking a few steps back. "Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone." He teases, blowing a kiss to Mutou.