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“Worthy, I need something from you.”Miles looks over at Gant, who sits on the couch in Miles’ office, having arrived to talk about a case and hung around long enough to get annoying. Gant stares at him, and Miles’ stomach tightens.“What?”“Come now, Worthy, don’t be so rude with me. You kissed me when I was drunk and now you’ve gone cold?”Miles flinches. The thing is, Gant is right; at the Christmas party last week, Gant got totally plastered and came onto Miles in the bathroom.He kept staring at Miles with bleary eyes and mumbled about how much he adored Miles (it was all a jumble, but Miles definitely heard Gant say, “These last few months… Worthy… I’ve fallen for you,” albeit with a lot of slurring and stammering over his words). And even though Gant kind of creeped him out – that stare he fixes on you makes anyone shiver – seeing the chief of police, a man forty years his senior, in such a vulnerable, passive state got to him in a way he didn’t understand.And even though it felt very weird, before he knew it, Gant was slumped back against the wall and Miles reached up and kissed him. But when Gant moaned into his mouth and he felt an erection digging into his hip, Miles pulled backwards. Gant was so drunk he would probably let Miles fuck him in the bathroom right there and then, but… despite having just kissed him, Miles realised someone this drunk probably couldn’t legally consent. And he didn’t even know if he wanted to do that.Miles sighs. “I know I kissed you, Mr Gant. However, it was you who came onto me, almost sobbing about how much you love me.”Gant laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, sorry about that, Worthy. It’s just, these last few months, I’ve…”“Spare me your sentimentality. I thought you were a morally ambiguous police chief.”Ah, there’s that stare. Gant fixes his intense stare on Miles, and it’s like he can read minds when he does this. Gant smirks, not even bothering to challenge what Miles said. After all, rumours have been going around for decades about Gant and evidence forgery, but nobody can prove it.“I am the police chief, but I also…” Gant says, giving an awkward cough. “Worthy, speaking in hypotheticals, what are your feelings on relationships with age gaps?”“Yes, of course this is hypothetical,” Miles says, raising his eyebrows. Normally, he would never be so sarcastic around someone like Gant, but… with Gant’s feelings for him, the huge power balance between them has shifted somewhat. He doesn’t quite know how to explain it, but… he has Gant in a position of vulnerability. Just what is this feeling? “Mr Gant, if you desire a relationship with another adult (as long as you weren’t grooming them when they were underage), I could not care less if there is an age difference.”Gant grins, gloved hands clasped together. “That’s good. Worthy, I know I was drunk that night – really fucking drunk – but what I said was the truth.”“I see.” Miles stares back, thinking about the kiss. “Mr Gant… are you trying to ask me for sex?”Gant actually flinches, and Miles had no idea Damon Gant was capable of looking anything but cocky and cheerful. Seriously, what is this feeling?“W-Worthy?”Miles smiles awkwardly, studying the flustered expression on Gant’s face.“I’ll take that as a yes.”His stomach twists and Miles exhales slowly, overwhelmed with thoughts swirling around his brain.And then, finally, it hits him.
Dominance
Miles has not had sex very many times, but… the last time he slept with someone, the man was very submissive. And Miles realised… he likes being dominant, especially during sex.So that is what it is. Seeing Gant so vulnerable and flustered… is bringing out his dominant side. He… he wants to dominate Damon Gant.“Mr Gant, please lock my office door.”Gant stares at him, and nods. Has Gant ever taken an order before in his life? He gets to his feet, and Miles spots a noticeable bulge in his pants. Gant wanders across the room and turns the key in the lock, shutting them in the office together. He goes back to sitting on the couch, rubbing his gloved hands together.“Mr Gant… this is highly irregular… but I would like to have sex with you.”“Worthy?” Gant says, his voice breaking.“However… you must… submit to me,” Miles says, his face flushing slightly, and he realises he is getting hard. “I know what you’re like when you play mind games, but that is not allowed with me. If you want this… you have to do what I say.”“Worthy, I…” Gant stares at him, and he’s never seen a look of love on Gant’s face (and, amazingly, it’s not creepy at all).Miles smiles. “So, what was it that you ‘need’ from me?”“I need… you to finish what we started last week. I love you, Worthy. Please…”And that’s it. With seemingly no reluctance, Gant shows a submissive side. Heat pulses in Miles’ groin, and he bites back a groan.He gets up and sits beside Gant, getting a good look at his bulge. “I don’t know why I feel this way, Me Gant.” Is it seeing someone as confident as Gant looking so… submissive? “However, we can try his. Nothing too complex right now. Do you have any requests?”Gant stares at him. “Worthy… anything. I just… do what will make you happiest. I just need to come. Please.”“Hmm, very well.” Miles thinks about his fantasies when he masturbates, and stands up. He turns to look down at Gant, smirking. “I want to fuck your mouth.”Gant blinks, and smiles. “Wonderful, Worthy. Please, begin.”As Gant spreads his legs, Miles moves to stand between Gant’s knees.“Worthy, can I… get you ready?” Gant says, and Miles realises that he’s not just aroused; Gant is desperate to make Miles happy.“Of course.”With a level of skill that suggests he has given a lot of blow jobs, Gant unfastens Miles belt and trousers, and wraps his hand around his semi-hard dick. Gant eases him out of his trousers and pumps his hand up and down Miles shaft with flicks of his wrist, and Miles fights back a moan, the leather against his dick a new but wonderful sensation.When Miles is fully hard, he steps closer still and puts a hand on the back of Gant’s head. “Are you ready?”Gant nods and opens his mouth, and Miles pushes his hips forwards and eases his erection into Gant’s mouth. He pushes in slowly, and Gant gasps around his dick. After taking a few seconds to compose himself, Miles starts to thrust. He keeps his thrusts shallow, but rocks his hips as fast as he can, fingers digging into Gant’s hair as he fucks Gant’s open mouth.As Gant moans and sits there, eyes closed as Miles fucks his face, Miles shifts his weight onto one leg and presses his knee against Gant’s clothed erection. The moans become gasps, and Gant actually cries out when he grinds against Gant’s bulge, his gasps sending vibrations through Miles.He goes faster and faster, no longer able to suppress his moans, and lets out groans as he thrusts into Gant as fast as he can manage. This feels so weird, but he finds he doesn’t care.When Miles climaxes, he bites his lip to stop himself crying out, and comes into Gant’s mouth. He makes to apologise, but stops when he feels Gant swallow rather than push him away, and Gant’s tongue seems to be… licking his semen. Does he like that? Miles finds it disgusting to have semen in his mouth and always spits it out. But Gant seems to savour it, and when Miles pulls out, his dick is totally clean.Gant grabs his arm and pulls him onto the couch, right beside him.“Worthy…that was wonderful,” he says, smiling. “Thank you for this.”Miles smiles, tucking himself back into his trousers. “Uh, you’re welcome. Mr Gant… may I call you Damon?”“Sure thing, Worthy.”“I… I can’t help but notice you are still in a predicament.”Gant looks down at his straining pants and smirks. “No problemo, Worthy. I’ll just sort myself out.”As he continues to stare at Miles, Gant pulls his impressive erection out of his trousers and starts to stroke himself. He moans, locking eyes with Miles.“Worthy…” he says, voice hitching as he jerks himself off faster. “I love you so much. Did you enjoy that?”“Of course I did,” Miles says.“That’s good,” Gant says, and he quickly comes all over his hand. “Worthy… Miles… I want you to be happy. Are you happy?”Miles nods. This situation may be weird and totally unexpected, but he can say that truthfully.“I am indeed.”