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It had already been a couple of hours since most admins left the building, and as always, it was only Builderman and a couple others left.

He stood up from his seat, stretching, feeling how his back popped. He should take a coffee break, he’d been sitting in the same position for hours now, and his aging body wasn’t built for that.

He took his hard hat off his head and ran a hand through his thick messy hair, sighing, he snatched the cup off his desk and went to go refill it in the break room.

Only a couple more hours of work and I can get this done, he thought, and then I can finally go home and get some sleep. He placed his cup under the coffee machine and pressed the power button. Builderman leaned against the counter as the machine hummed to life and began warming up the coffee, if his eyes closed and consciousness started slipping for the duration of it, that was between him and whatever god was out there.

“…Builder!” a rough voice snapped him out of sleep, he opened his eyes to be met with Doombringer. “Oh…” he mumbled, rubbing his temple. “Jeez, you looked like you were falling asleep standing right up there,” his fellow admin joked, earning a small nervous chuckle from Builderman.

“Oh no, im alright, not tired at all actually.” Builderman smiled, he knew hoping Doombringer would believe the biggest lie in the universe was a bit of a stretch, but it’s not like he was going to admit that he wasn’t, in fact, alright.

“Don’t lie to me,” frowned Doombringer, “look at yourself,” he motioned an arm towards Builderman, as if his tired and unkempt appearance was the most obvious thing in the world, which, in hindsight, it was.

“What- What’s wrong with how I look?” Builderman stammered, almost pouting at the other. “You need rest, like, badly.” Doombringer deadpanned.

“No I don’t, and besides I had a 2 hour nap earlier today.” Admittedly, it was meant to be a 30 minute nap, but his exhaustion hadn’t let him get up after a measly 30 minutes.

“That’s not properly resting.” Argued Doombringer, walking up to Builderman,
“It’s fine. Im almost finished with this project just a few— What are you doing?” he questioned as Doombringer practically caged him in against the counter.

“A few more hours?” Doombringer finished the sentence for him, reaching behind Builderman, without answering his question. He took Builderman’s now filled to the brim cup.

Leaning back, away from the other man, he took a sip from it, “go home, I got it from here until morning.” he closed his eyes and sighed at the pleasant feeling of hot coffee washing down his throat.

“Hey! That’s mine,” grumbled Builderman reaching towards it, only to be stopped by Doombringer’s non occupied hand on his wrist. “You won’t be needing it.” He glared.

“Yes I will!” Builderman raised his voice, exasperated. Doombringer once again, caged the other against the counter, but this time he pressed his whole body against him. He set the cup down.

“No. I will help you relax and then you will go home and sleep, okay?” he proposed. “Help me relax how?” Builderman raised an eyebrow, apparently oblivious to the way they were pressed together and their breaths were mingling, “there are so many things to be done, I couldn’t possibly rest now.”

Builderman opened his mouth to keep arguing with his employee, but was quickly shut up when an open mouthed kiss was placed on his lips. “And also— mmf!”

Doombringer placed both his hands on Builderman’s hips, deepening the kiss, practically shoving his tongue down the other’s throat. Builderman felt how Doombringer explored every corner of his mouth, he felt himself quickly melting into the kiss.

But before he could fully give in to it, Doombringer pulled away, panting, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “Shut up, okay? For the love of Telamon just shut up,” he grumbled, once again leaning in to take his mouth.

Builderman didn’t respond, following instructions to ‘just shut up.’ Doombringer ran his hands down the other’s body, lacking the patience to stop and appreciate every nook and cranny of his co-workers body. He slipped Builderman’s belt off, and then slid off his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

“Wait- Wait! seriously right now? In here?” Builderman whined as his now growing erection was exposed to the cold air. He squirmed underneath the warm touch as Doombringer placed his hand around him.

He gave a few experimental pumps, watching how Builderman had to bite his lips and close his eyes. “There’s no one else around, It’ll be quick.” He whispered in the other’s ear.

Builderman shivered in anticipation, his already sensitive body growing more sensitive at Doombringer’s touch.

“F-Fine.. then, nghh, hurry.” He begged, placing his hands on Doombringer’s shoulders to support himself. Doombringer dragged his hand from Builderman’s cock down to his ass, lifting him and placing him on the counter.

Builderman hissed at the cold feeling on his bottom, he adjusted to it while Doombringer shuffled his own garments off. Then a thought popped in Builderman’s head, “wait, we need lube, there is some in my office, let me go get it—“ he was stopped from hopping off the counter by a large hand on his chest.

“Worry not,” Doombringer smirked, leaning down and pulling a small bottle out from his bunched up pants on the floor.

“Y-You had some with you? You— aghnh fuck!” Builderman grunted as the other poured the liquid over his fingers, and then without much of a warning, entered him.

Builderman breathed heavily, adjusting to the feeling, it had been a while since he had done this. When he finally gained his ability to think back, he spoke “You planned this, you pervert,” he scolded.

“Shhh.” Doombringer kissed him as another finger slipped inside of him. He curled his fingers, making Builderman jolt. “Ngh.. that’s good…” he whined, his whole demeanor switching so easily with a couple sparks of pleasure. He wrapped his legs around the other’s waist instinctively, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. Doombringer slipped a third finger in fairly easily and continued to scissor and curl his fingers inside of Builderman.

With his other hand, he redirected his attention to Builderman’s cock. It took only a few jerking motions to overstimulate the poor guy. He couldn’t help grinning in pride as he watched the other man come undone beneath him.

His own cock ached, needing stimulation, he grew even more impatient, pulling his fingers out of the older guy, who let out a breathy moan at the sudden motion, complaints threatened to spill from his mouth at the empty feeling in him. Doombringer squeezed an obscene amount of lube on his cock and pumped it a few times, spreading the lube out nice and evenly.

“.. ‘m going in,” he grunted, lining up himself with Builderman’s entrance, he looked up for a second to meet his eyes. They were glossy and unfocused, his lips were red and puffy, and his hair was a complete mess. Fuck that was hot.

Suddenly, he slammed into Builderman, bottoming out quickly. The man let out a choked, shrill scream. “F-Fuck! Idiot!” he growled, slamming his fist down on Doombringer’s shoulder, “be gentle, for fucks sake.”

“Sorry boss.” Doombringer grinned, there wasn’t any hint of apology in his face, but not being a complete monster, he gave the other man a few minutes to adjust and catch his breath.

When Builder gave the okay, he slowly pulled out, then went back in, this time gentler. Builderman’s legs tightened around him, and he wrapped his arms around his neck, hiding his face in the crook of Doombringer’s neck.

Doombringer’s pace was agonizingly slow, deliberately dragging this out longer than it needed to be. To the point where the older man was rolling his hips in need of friction, anything to get him off. “Patience, princess.” he groaned, reaching down to grab a handful of Builderman’s ass.

“D-Dont … Ah-… fucking call me tha- that.” Builderman stuttered, it was hard to form complete sentences when he felt so stuffed and full. A pool of warmth was already forming in his stomach, making his legs feel like jelly.

“Mm..” Doombringer replied, lazily, seemingly very focused in thrusting in and out of Builderman, very slowly but surely.

“For the love of— please speed it up,” Builderman begged, dragging his nails down Doombringer’s clothed back, not inflicting wounds, but getting his point across.

“Jeez, you’re so needy,” laughed Doombringer, finally beginning to speed up his thrusts. Builderman could almost cry tears of joy, “you’re not going to- mmngh.. k-keep teasing a poor old man like me right?” he huffed, smiling into Doombringer’s shoulder at his own quip.

“Oh, shut up,” scoffed the bigger male, abruptly speeding up his pace to an almost painful speed, chasing his own pleasure, and in a way, punishing Builderman for his lame jokes.

For the following few minutes, their banter dwindled out and all the could be heard in the empty room was the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the occasional grunts and moans.

Doombringer, lost in his arousal, grabbed Builderman by his inner thighs and spread his legs wider, allowing him to go deeper inside, and aiming into a spot that made Builderman’s eyes roll back into his head. “F-Fuck! Nghh.. ahh.. h-harder!” he cried out. The bigger man complied, unrelentingly pounding into that same spot, causing the other to see stars. Builderman gripped Doombringer’s shirt, searching for anything to hold on to, anything to ground him in this moment of pure ecstasy.

“S-Shit you’re so tight, so good,”muttered Doombringer, practically gasping for air as he slammed into the other man, over and over. “M-More please- Ah— you’re so big…nghh..” whined said man.

Doombringer felt his ego grow a million times bigger at that statement. “Oh yeah? Hnngh—“ he grunted, then demanded “keep talking.”

“S-Soo bigg..” drawled out Builderman, completely losing himself in the pleasure, his mind felt fogged, so fogged. Doombringer’s thick cock was the only thing he could think of at the moment. “Filling me up so good.. hahh..” he groaned, “ ‘m so close please.. please just—“ in a moment of desperation, he lifted his head off of the other’s shoulder and roughly pulled him into a kiss.

The knot that has been long since forming in Buildeman’s stomach got impossibly tighter. Their kiss became sloppier, spit smeared everywhere, and they couldn’t have cared less. With a half assed warning, Builderman came. His vision went white as he moaned Doombringer’s name repeatedly, riding out the waves of his orgasm.

His legs twitched and jolted as he stained both of their torsos with white, then gave out, like they turned to jelly. He threw his head back, finally resting until— hey, Doombringer was still thrusting, his pace hadn’t slowed or stuttered.

He couldn’t do anything, completely spent, he could only lie there and take it. Doombringer grabbed him by the hips, completely lifting him off the counter, and instead just pressing him onto it, fucking into him like a starved man.

Overstimulation was quickly starting to affect the older man, he protested in discomfort weakly, but at the same time, he only got more and more aroused.

“H-Hold on, Buildsy, ‘m almost there,” panted Doombringer, his grip on the other’s waist tightening, definitely leaving bruises. Builderman would’ve cringed at the nickname if he wasn’t so far gone.

“Wait.. wait! aghnnh…. fuck!” Builderman wrapped his arms around him, regaining the last bit of his strength to hold on to Doombringer as he, surprisingly quickly, approached his second orgasm.

Doombringer reached in between their bodies, pumping the other man’s untouched erection. Builderman once again, saw stars, the pleasure was too much, he felt hot tears stream down his face, sobbing out a multitude of ‘please’s and ‘too much’ as he came again.

Doombringer’s pace finally slowed down, it became animalistic almost, as his hips stuttered and the rhythm was lost, he rutted into the other man, unaware of everything else and just wanting to come.

Builderman quickly regained his rationality and in a moment of clarity shouted, “wait— don’t come insid- fuck!” he cried as he was filled up, both from the filthy, unadulterated pleasure he felt at being full with Doombringer’s load, and the horror of having to clean up later.

Doombringer panted, thrusting a few times as he came before finally coming to a complete stop. He let go of his tight grasp on Builderman, as did the other. Slowly, he pulled out of him, his limp cock dripping with cum on to the floor. He’d totally clean that up later, he assured himself.

He suddenly collapsed on top of Builderman, burying his face into the crook of his neck.

“Mmh.. so good.. you were so good,” he mumbled, still in post-orgasm bliss. Builderman had already snapped out of his fucked out state and was panicking, because, of course he was. That man never caught a break.

“You came inside me you idiot! Now how am I supposed to clean up? I can’t walk around the office with my ass full of cum!” He whisper shouted, he would’ve shouted if his words weren’t so vulgar.

“Good thing you’re not staying in the office,” huffed Doombringer. “Y’er already pissing me off, just shuddup and enjoy the moment.”

Builderman contemplated just punching Doombringer for a couple minutes, but ultimately, he decided to embrace him. Leaning his face on the other’s head, he sighed, almost contently, if he wasn’t still very annoyed at Doombringer’s actions.

A few minutes, or maybe an hour passed, he couldn’t tell anymore, but he was getting impatient, the load up his ass was no longer pleasurable, it grew more and more uncomfortable with each second that passed, and what if someone walked in?

He lightly tapped the back of Doombringer’s head, prompting him to finally peel himself off of Builderman and acknowledge the mess they had made. Without words, he lazily shuffled his clothes back on and snatched a pile of napkins off a nearby table, while Builderman dragged his pants and underwear back on as well.

“Shit, yer gonna need to get that hoodie washed, Builds,” he frowned, failing to wipe away the white stains on the other’s jacket. “ ‘s fine,” he yawned, “ill worry about it later,” it seemed he was already facing defeat, just wanting to give in to the sudden sleepiness that overtook him.

Doombringer finished wiping down as best as he could, minus being able to have a shower that would properly clean Builderman, in and out.

He threw away the napkins and walked up to his boss, scooping him up in his arms. “Jeez, Im not some maiden in distress, Doom.” Builderman complained. “I don’t know, you sounded like one when I was inside of you,” the other snickered “besides, I wanna see you try and walk after that.”

Builderman frowned at the teasing, but didn’t physically protest. “Are you taking me back to my office?” he asked, drowsiness evident in his tone.

“What? no, I’m taking you to y’er house so you can get properly cleaned and I can make sure you actually sleep,” he murmured. “… and im sorry for coming inside you,” he admitted, sheepishly.

Builderman nodded, accepting his apology. The older man suddenly felt dizzy all over, and promptly closed his eyes, immediately falling into slumber.

—

Builderman groaned, gaining his consciousness back after he was finally having such a good sleep.

He was woken up by the sound of running water and Doombringer softly pleading for him to wake up.

“Mmgh..?” he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the dark room, the only light being emitted from the bathroom door being slightly cracked ajar.

“Buildsy, wake up, you need to wash up, and then y’can go to bed, okay?” Doombringer patted his back, subtly nudging him to get up. “I put clean clothes for you in the bathroom.”

“Don’t call me that,” he complained, “and also, how did you get into my house, find my bedroom, find where I keep my clothes, and run a shower for me…?”

Doombringer glanced away, guilty of being a stalker apparently, “don’t worry about it, just get in the shower or I’m forcing you in there myself.”

With not a lot of energy left in him to keep questioning his employee for his very suspicious behavior, he promptly got up and started stripping, leading a trail of clothes on his way to the bathroom.

Doombringer whistled behind him, saying something about his ass that Builderman just tuned out, not wanting to know what obscene things the other thought about his bottom half.

With one last glare back at him, he shut the bathroom door.

—

A while passed before Builderman finally emerged from the bathroom, squeaky clean and with a new, positive outlook on life. What things good sex and a shower could do to the human mind.

He noticed a large still figure was on his bed, completely passed out, in deep sleep. Builderman couldn’t blame him for not wanting to drive home at this ungodly hour, and he appreciated the company.

He crawled on to the bed, with as little movement as possible as to not disturb the sleeping man. Finally underneath warm covers and listening to the other man’s soft breathing, he could let himself take a break and fall asleep willingly.

Chapter Text

Shedletsky was part of the very small group of admins still left in the HQ building at such a late hour. He usually wouldn’t stay out this late, but work was pending and he would rather have finished it now, than later.

Good thing was, his two very close good buddies were also staying late tonight!
He smiled as he made his way to Doombringer’s office, excited to chat it up with him and avoid his workload, at least for an hour or two.

When he welcomed himself without warning into Doombringer’s office, he found that the other had completely vanished. “Huh..”

Oh well, onto the next person to bother.

Builderman wasn’t favorable to have light chats with, especially during work hours, as he preferred to lose himself in piles of paper work than answer a simple ‘how was your day?’ question, but he would have to do for now, until Doombringer returned.

He was surprised to find that Builderman was also nowhere to be seen. Now he was getting concerned, both admins had confirmed with him that they would be staying at the office very late, and in both offices, he noticed that their things were still scattered around the place.

They were still in the building, somewhere, and Shedletsky was determined to find them!

.. Not that determined, he didn’t really want to go through the whole building. Instead, he chose the easy way to look and made his way to the security room.

No one was currently monitoring the cameras, as security in the building was light on this day due to three very powerful admins being present tonight, so he could let himself in the room with no problem.

He booted up the computer that connected to all the cameras and waited as all the screens lit up, one by one, each revealing an empty room.

Shedletsky frowned, disappointed as his co-workers had clearly just vanished into thin air. Until the last camera finally loaded.

And he found his co-workers, oh he found them alright. Shedletsky’s mouth fell open as he witnessed the obscenely lewd scene that was taking place before him on the break room camera.

He couldn’t move, for a few seconds, entranced with the severity of this discovery. “Holy shit.. they’re fucking… they’re fucking in the break room,” he muttered in astonishment.

“Fucking perverted bastards!” his shock transitioned into annoyance at the public display of indecency. Thats where he eats for Telamon’s (his?) sake! As a matter of fact, that exact counter they were staining with their filthy sex was his favorite counter.

Despite his anger and annoyance, he could not take his eyes off the screen, he felt hypnotized by their movements, by the way Doombringer was so surprisingly good at it, and how Builderman was … surprisingly a very good bottom.

And who could blame him if he stayed to watch for a couple more minutes, or maybe until they both finished?

Who could blame him if after watching them both finish, deleting all the footage, and grabbing his things, he went home to take a cold shower?

He was definitely bringing this up next time he saw both of them, no one hid things from Shedletsky, not on his sight. And shame didn’t exist around him, it would probably embarrass them both, but he needed to know more. He needed to know if he could join them next time, also.