Nat came violently. Duke hissed, his thrusts going short and hard. With a snarl, Duke followed Nat over the edge, flooding him with heat inside.
Duke felt even hotter like that, with no condom keeping his cum separate from Nat. Nat moaned as it soaked into every nook and cranny of his body. Possibly breeding him again.
Duke anchored Nat on his cock, his knots swelling.
Nat moaned. “Sh-should you be doing this? You have an appointment. In... In... ten minutes, oh gods.”
“Video call,” Duke said hoarsely.
“They’ll see me!” Nat panicked. His body clenched, and Duke hissed.
“Nat.” Duke held him still. “You’ll be fine. I’ll make sure they can’t see you.”
Duke was still coming, his cock jerking, sending another pulse of cum into Nat’s body.
“How? I’m stuck on your knots!”
“Here.” Duke gathered the notes on his desk. He carried Nat over to the couch, and handed him two large cushions. “Lean forward on those. You won’t cast a shadow on my chest that way.”
Nat had his doubts. Duke rubbed his hands soothingly all over Nat’s body—his back, his shoulders, his arms. And the tension eased out of Nat, his worry fading.
The longer Duke massaged him, the deeper Nat sank into a dreamy, hazy state.
He wasn’t even aware that the call had begun, until Duke started talking. In fact, Duke held Nat still with one hand on his shoulder. With his other hand, he propped the phone between Nat’s shoulder blades.
“I’m not a human table,” Nat mumbled.
Duke snorted.
“Did someone say something?” one of the people in the video call asked. Probably someone big and important.
Duke wisely kept silent. Everyone else sounded confused.
The meeting continued. Duke talked about the mergers of other companies and how it would impact Brimstone Industries. He listened to suggestions and started discussions. Nat would have already thought him competent, just from listening, if he didn’t know that Duke had done it all while being knotted.
Every so often, Duke would pulse, shooting more cum into Nat’s body.
Nat swallowed, trying to pretend that he hadn’t felt it. He was trying to be a good employee!
Except he couldn’t keep absolutely still. Each time he shifted a little, Duke’s knots rubbed against his insides.
It was impossible not to grow hard.
Duke released a short, sharp breath, gripping Nat’s shoulder.
Nat considered reaching between his legs and bringing himself off. It would help him fidget less once he had come. But it would also jostle Duke’s phone, and everyone would ask why his video feed was shaking.
So Nat kept still, leaking, his hole fluttering around his boss.
Duke grew tense, though. When the meeting sounded like it might end, Duke leaned back and rolled his hips. This pushed his knot against Nat’s prostate; Nat shoved his hands over his mouth to stifle his moan.
“Yeah. That sounds about right,” Duke said, pushing himself deeper. His voice dipped lower, sounding like sex. Nat shivered. “Contact the PEENairs rep, see if we can straighten out this thing.”
PEENairs,Nat mouthed to himself.
The meeting went on. Duke’s breathing grew deeper; he began thrusting shallowly. Nat clutched at his cushions.I can’t believe he’s doing this in the middle of a call.
Except Duke began to sound grouchy. He slid his hand around to Nat’s front, pressing his fingers between Nat’s legs. Nat blushed. Surely Duke wasn’t going to touch him there—
