[10/15/2014 11:47:57 PM] milton: An ordinary day? Yes. Yes it was. And President Reiji Sakamaki is very thirsty for the dick. Of course, he must at all times maintain a professional aura about him at all times. His hands must never be dirtied, but that won't stop him anytime soon. Not now, especially. A particularly slow day's progress prompts Reiji to buzz in the attention of one of his various secretaries.
"yes, Mr. President?"
"Please summon Special Agent Zeppeli to my office. It is an urgent matter."
"Yes, of course, Mr. President."
A satisfactory click, and all that was left was to anticipate the arrival of his lovely agent.
[10/16/2014 12:04:54 AM] meaghan ❤: It was uncommon to be called in at this hour, although it was a slow enough day that it was hardly an issue. Still… what could Mr. President be wanting this time? It only took a matter of moments before the Special Agent in question walked through the door. Thanking the man who let him in, he stepped forward, removing the aviators that had once covered bright green eyes. Outdoor duties, of course. He gave a small nod to the other at the desk, pocketing his hands.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"
[10/16/2014 12:49:48 AM] milton: Unsurprisingly, Agent Zeppeli makes an expedient entry. It looks like he could get himself started sooner than expected. Isn't that lovely, he thought. "Special Agent Zeppeli." A simple greeting from the President, his figure straightened in his seat. What was once a rigid appearance softens into a wry smile. "Yes, I did. I have a very urgent request to ask of you, and only you. My trust in the other agents doesn't even remotely compare to the trust I hold in you."

He hunches over, hands folded on the table, his rigidness returning. "Are you up for the task?"
[10/16/2014 1:14:45 AM] meaghan ❤: As if it were even a question he had to consider for very long. Affirmative was already in the making. Rather quickly, he nodded, straightening as the other watched him. That brief moment of softness, only to return once more to stoic professionalism. How strange indeed the ease in which he could make these changes. Caesar would realize often how very… little he knew about the other. There had been dates and things of course, and yet… he was still his President, of all things--

Erm. The President. Not… his--ah, moving on.

"… Certainly, sir." Because who could really deny THE President himself?
[10/16/2014 1:22:46 AM] milton: Caesar, Caesar, Caesar. Always so obedient. Always so willing to serve the President (and the country itself) Which in turn made him quite the special specimen for Reiji. Intrigued, fascinated, dare he say enamored by his own agent, he wishes to give him a little special something for his services both professionally and, well, personally.

The President rises from his seat, a step taken aside and a curt gesture to the now vacant swivel chair.

"I need for you to take a seat. Don't be shy. President or not, a chair is a chair."
[10/16/2014 1:24:44 AM] meaghan ❤: His… chair? Well, it was odd but not unreasonable; silently, Caesar would move to sit just where Reiji had once occupied, settling in a bit awkwardly. The other's ease of worries did little to actually calm him; this was the "big deal" chair, after all. Just as comfortably padded as he always thought it would be… charming..
[10/16/2014 1:25:00 AM] meaghan ❤: "Is… that all?" He asked a bit hesitantly. What else could it be?
[10/16/2014 1:31:15 AM] milton: "Not exactly," was Reiji's immediate response. A simple seating at the President's desk was not the urgent matter Mr. President had in mind. A hum, and he continues. "Under no circumstances are you to move from that chair. Is that understood?"
Once again he is rigid, small steps taken to the agent's side. "Not a sound, either. That is an order from the President." This will be fun.
[10/16/2014 1:36:03 AM] meaghan ❤: It.... Didn't make sense. And certainly did not seem like any kind of urgent matter. But who was he to question him? He gave a short nod, folding his hands onto the desk rigidly. Not a sound.... What on earth could he be having in mind?
[10/16/2014 1:49:42 AM] milton: Not a sound, indeed. Let's test the limits to Caesar Zeppeli's diligence. A thoughtful hum resounded before the President reclines to his knees. For someone so tall, he seems to fit just fine beneath the desk. The chair is readjusted with Agent Zeppeli still seated, and right away Reiji works at the boy's zipper and fly. His lips curve into a grin, contemplating the quality of caesar's genes when reminding himself of pure perfection just a cotton layer away. A kiss is planted over shielding fabric, a generous gesture compared to his actual intention. Slowly, he pulls out his agent's "special" pistol.
[10/16/2014 1:54:05 AM] meaghan ❤: Well.
A slight gasp would leave his lips only to be  bitten away with the glance Reiji sent his way. Th-this was just... Ridiculous! Insanity, really, what if someone walked in and?! No no obedience be damned he couldn't in good faith just... Allow this to happen.
"Re--erm, mister president, sir, don't you think this is a bit--ah!" And there it was, already... Slightly hard? He reached up and covered his mouth, a blush radiating hot on his cheeks. Terrible, simply terrible.
[10/16/2014 1:54:21 AM] meaghan ❤: ("Special pistol" I can't believe you)
[10/16/2014 2:04:36 AM] milton: Already so nearing a full erection. Surprises do exist! A lick of his lips, most definitely pleased with his new discovery, although the disobedience of direct orders did well to counteract.
Sanguine eyes-- natural, so completely unique-- flicker upwards. "I ordered you bot to make a sound. Hmmm, I thought you better than to go against the President's command." The base is loosely taken, held steady, his tongue slow to glide along his length.
[10/16/2014 2:04:49 AM] milton: (✨✨✨✨✨)
[10/16/2014 2:09:40 AM] meaghan ❤: How could he possibly make such demands?! It was entirely unfair! Completely unfair and--he is stopped once more at the introduction of new feeling in a place so sensitive. He covered his face a bit more, everything growing tighter at Reiji's work. Gesú Cristo... It was criminally good, criminally perhaps being the emphasis as he tried his best to keep quiet. A low, soft whine was held between bit lips and his own hand's muffle.
[10/16/2014 2:15:11 AM] milton: Unfair, and yet Caesar does not make much of a resistance against it. Body and mind accept and embrace the President's attention to such a vital spot. Lips gloss over and teeth graze along sensitive flesh,up until Reiji is no longer satisfied with such ballsless acts. That whine was delicious, yet he should not be making any sounds whatsoever. Lips would now wrap around the tip with a satisfied him, pushing himself slightly lower as his hand administers tiny pumps.
[10/16/2014 2:19:11 AM] meaghan ❤: It was far too good like this. Caesar took a sharp breath - mostly inaudible - and moved a hand to touch the other's hair. Soft, of course, just as he had remembered... Well, the last time this had occurred. A more private moment. Nothing like this in the slightest and yet... In the worst way, it was certainly quite arousing like this. He was even charmed by Reiji's sexual confidence... Ah, he was a goner, huh?
[10/16/2014 8:17:59 AM] milton: Caesar's enjoying this. That much, Reiji is very glad for all things considered. A satisfied groan elicits from his throat, more of the agent's length disappearing into Reiji's mouth. Upward, downward, a slow and repetitious recoating of saliva over his length. He himself is having the time of his life. Perhaps its the thrill. Perhaps its merely knowing the level of satisfaction Caesar is feeling. Perhaps a combination of both.
[10/16/2014 10:28:52 AM] meaghan ❤: Ahh, there it was. A nice rhythm, steady and practiced. He felt dizzy, lightheaded; all the while Reiji simply worked as if he were meant to do this each day. His hand tightened on the other's hair as he closed his eyes. Perhaps this was... Okay. Perhaps he could allow himself the luxury of relaxation, of simply letting go--

"Mister President!"

He froze, the facade broken as he desperately looked down at Reiji. Well, so much for that.
[10/16/2014 11:08:53 AM] milton: A rhythm kept constant, always on point if only to continue at his leisurely pace. That was all it took to fully relax his uptight agent. A low groan, vibrations from his throat rattling against sensitive skin. Bliss and ecstasy on both ends-- so eagerly interrupted.

He pulls up, releasing with a -pop- and a less than attractive saliva trail forcibly strewn out.  Shit. No privacy for long.

"I'm not here. Send them away." Like hell is he up and abandoning this delicious feast right in front of him. Still hidden away beneath the desk, the subordinate worker barges in with a look of desperation.

"There's an emergency, Mr. President-- oh, Special Agent Zeppeli! Um, where is Mr. President?"

Down here, miss. Wrapping his lips around the agent's length once more. Too tempting. Too good to just wait it out.
[10/16/2014 11:23:16 AM] meaghan ❤: "N-Not h--?!" And he was cut short as the woman came in. Her look of desperation hardly compared to his but he almost immediately switched gears to an awkward smile. ....Only to falter as Reiji moved.

"Mr. Presid--a-ah," A gasp and he's cut short once again. What in holy God's name was this man doing in charge of the entire country?! He had remembered a phrase picked up from Jojo that seemed to describe it... Ah, yes.

No chill. Reiji Sakamaki, current acting President of the United States, had absolutely no chill.

"Excuse me, I'm not feeling....well," he decided, hoping to quell the concerned woman's features. It would certainly explain his red faced blush - a fever! "...he's... Out." He nodded at his own bluff, leaning forward and nearly kicking Reiji in the process. Whoops. "Out to meet with... With... Monica Lewinsky!" Of all the fucking names--

"He's asked me... To stay... I-I apologize... I do not know when he--ahh, ahh, he's g-going to be back!"

Please leave for the love of God.
[10/16/2014 2:42:47 PM] milton: Ah yes, this is how you spend a boring afternoon sucking off your head agent underneath your own desk. This is something he could get used to. That, and he could embarrass the young Italian a little in the process. How delicious is that?

Well, the process of aiming for his humiliation was stunted. For a little while, anyways.

"really? Oh, dear, but this is an emergency...!! Ah, we can call him!" Wait, with who...? Monica Lewinsky?

With that swift kick came a reaction. Jolting, and of course miscalculating the low hang of the desk, his head bumps against wood. "Agh!" Another recoil just to hold his aching head.

The office lady paused. "What was that?"
[10/16/2014 3:11:40 PM] meaghan ❤: Oh no.

It took everything in him not to look down and he was thankful for his natural ingrained discipline. It was certainly saving them in this moment but with every new surprise it was slowly growing more and more difficult. He smiled at the woman best he could, reaching under the table as he shifted again. His hand fumbled before finding the back of Reiji's head, almost as a means of comfort but also as a means of silence.

It was time to test the limits of his boyish charisma. Of his... Casanova's personality.

"Hm?" He attempted his charming smile once more, looking upon the woman with a glow in his eyes. "I only heard your voice, signorina, lovely in this drab afternoon..." He rubbed Reiji's head as he spoke. "... Worry you not. I will take care and see that Mr. President is phoned immediately, bene? Can't have such an attentive and hardworking employee worrying her pretty head over him any longer. Is that okay?" Ugh, disgusting. Dripping with cheese. But he hoped it would work as it often did.
[10/16/2014 3:52:07 PM] milton: Oh, God.

Reiji had to bite back the urge to get up and walk away, bearing witness to such cheesiness. Granted, it seems to be working considering lessened state of panic from the secretary. It would sound as though she had forgotten for a moment what she was so worried about, falling victim to Caesar's romantic words. Casanova at its finest.

"Y... yes, of course, Agent Zeppeli." Sheepishly she twirled strands of hair around her finger. "A... although there's one thing I want to ask. Why are you, um... seated at the President's desk?" And... why does he look like he's having a private time with his hands?

Like Hell Reiji is going to let him answer withj that same suaveness, head massage or not. A slow exhale, silent and masked behind current dialogue exchanges, and he gives Caesar's length a few pumps. Tongue presses into the tip momentarily before he dips in once more, tip vanishing into his mouth.
[10/16/2014 3:55:58 PM] meaghan ❤: She seemed to buy it. Thank god. He seemed visibly relieved, taking a deep breath to answer her question with confidence, "If you can believe it, tesoro, he a--ahhh, ahhgh," And he covered his mouth promptly, clearing his throat. Reiji did not seem pleased with his performance. Motherfucker..
[10/16/2014 3:56:05 PM] meaghan ❤: (FUCK SHIT NOT DONE)
[10/16/2014 3:58:25 PM] meaghan ❤: No matter. He would not lose this time. Composing himself, he smiled sweetly once more, "Another wave of pain, my… apologies." And he readjusted himself, leaning forward with both hands folded on the table, now. "… …As I was saying… if you can believe…. believe it, he asked me personally to sta-ah. Stay. Which is why I will attend to the manner of finding him immediately!" He hoped his enthusiasm would chase her away. Please god, merciful god.