Work Sex Stories

Fukushima Hinosuke and Harmer had been stuck late at the stadium office after a joint promotional event between Fukushima United and Iwaki FC. The rest of the staff had gone home hours ago. The building was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant clatter of a cleaner somewhere far down the corridor.

Hinosuke leaned back in the rolling chair, crimson feathers slightly ruffled under the open black vest, ninja pants tight across his thighs. At eighteen he already carried himself like someone used to being looked at—tall crest, sharp yellow eyes, yellow beak set in a determined line. Across from him, Harmer sat on the edge of the desk, the smaller long-necked dinosaur form looking almost delicate in the red Iwaki jersey and navy shorts. His large black eyes kept flicking toward Hinosuke’s crotch.

“You’re staring,” Hinosuke said, voice low.

Harmer’s cheeks flushed pinker. “You’re hard.”

Hinosuke glanced down. The outline of his cock was obvious against the thin black fabric, thick and already half-risen. He didn’t bother denying it. “Been thinking about you since the match. The way you kept brushing against me in the tunnel.”

Harmer slid off the desk and stepped between Hinosuke’s spread knees. He reached out with one rounded paw and pressed his palm against the growing bulge. Hinosuke’s breath hitched. Harmer rubbed slowly, feeling the heat and the twitch of the shaft underneath.

“Take it out,” Hinosuke ordered quietly.

Harmer tugged the waistband of the ninja pants down. Hinosuke’s cock sprang free—long, thick, the head already shiny with precum, the shaft a deeper red that matched his feathers. Harmer wrapped both paws around it and stroked once from base to tip, thumb smearing the wetness over the sensitive head.

Hinosuke groaned and pushed his hips up. “Mouth.”

Harmer sank to his knees on the office carpet. He licked a slow stripe up the underside, then opened wide and took the head between his lips. The taste was clean and slightly salty. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, tongue swirling under the ridge while his paws stroked what he couldn’t fit yet. Hinosuke’s hand settled on the back of Harmer’s long neck, not forcing, just guiding.

Harmer took more, inch by inch, until the head nudged the back of his throat. He pulled back with a wet sound, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock, then dove down again, deeper this time. Hinosuke’s hips jerked. “Fuck—your mouth is so hot.”

Harmer worked him steadily, bobbing, sucking hard on the upstroke, occasionally pulling off just to lick the leaking slit and then swallow him again. Spit ran down the shaft and onto Hinosuke’s balls. The phoenix’s breathing grew ragged.

After a few minutes Hinosuke tugged him up by the jersey. “Enough. Desk. Pants off.”

Harmer stripped quickly—jersey, shorts, socks—until he was bare, the sandy-beige body flushed, his own smaller cock already hard and dripping against his belly. Hinosuke stood, kicked the ninja pants the rest of the way off, and spun Harmer around so he faced the desk. He bent him forward over the wooden surface, papers scattering.

Hinosuke spat into his own palm, slicked his cock, then rubbed the wet head up and down Harmer’s cleft. He pressed against the tight hole, not entering yet, just grinding and teasing until Harmer pushed back with a needy sound.

“Please,” Harmer whispered.

Hinosuke pushed in slowly. The tight heat opened around him inch by inch. Harmer’s claws scraped the desk. When Hinosuke was fully buried, balls pressed against Harmer’s ass, he stayed still for a moment, letting him adjust.

Then he started moving—long, deep strokes that dragged almost all the way out before sliding back in to the root. The wet sound of cock in ass filled the quiet office. Hinosuke’s hands gripped Harmer’s hips hard enough to leave marks in the plush fur. He angled upward and Harmer cried out, body jerking.

“There—right there—”

Hinosuke fucked him harder, the desk creaking under them. He reached around and stroked Harmer’s cock in time with his thrusts. Precome slicked his fingers. Harmer’s hole clenched rhythmically around the thick shaft.

Hinosuke pulled out suddenly, spun Harmer to face him, and lifted him up onto the edge of the desk. He stepped between the spread legs, lined up again, and drove back in with one smooth thrust. This position let him go even deeper. Harmer wrapped his legs around Hinosuke’s waist and held on while the phoenix pounded into him, feathers brushing against his chest, beak close to his neck.

They kissed messily—beak against muzzle, tongues meeting. Hinosuke’s cock slammed into Harmer’s prostate on every stroke. Harmer’s own cock rubbed between their bodies, leaving sticky trails across Hinosuke’s red feathers.

“I’m close,” Harmer gasped.

“Come on my cock,” Hinosuke growled. “I want to feel it.”

Harmer came hard, spilling between them in thick ropes that painted both their stomachs. His ass clamped down tight. The sudden pressure pushed Hinosuke over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside, pulsing load after load of hot come into Harmer’s hole. He kept thrusting through it, shallow and grinding, until every drop was emptied.

When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of white creampie followed, sliding down Harmer’s inner thigh and dripping onto the desk. Hinosuke watched it for a second, then pushed two fingers back into the loose, messy hole, scooping some of his own come and pressing it deeper again.

Harmer shivered, still sensitive. Hinosuke leaned in and licked a stripe of the mess from Harmer’s thigh, then kissed him so Harmer could taste it too.

They stayed like that for a while—Hinosuke still standing between Harmer’s legs, cock softening but still wet, both of them breathing hard in the empty office.

Eventually Hinosuke helped him down. They cleaned up with tissues from the desk drawer, though neither of them bothered to get fully dressed again. Harmer’s hole still felt open and full; every time he shifted he could feel the wetness inside him.

Hinosuke sat back in the chair and pulled Harmer into his lap. “Next time we do this in the locker room,” he murmured against the side of Harmer’s neck. “After the next derby.”

Harmer just nodded, already half-hard again from the thought, and settled against the warm crimson feathers while the night outside the stadium windows stayed quiet.