Thinking about evil lawyer Harry Wilson taking incel!Titus’s virginity…
Harry’s already tricked Titus into handing the Danforth legal assets to his firm through a few blowjobs, but now he’s on a personal mission.
He’s well aware that the Danforth’s own are unspeakably wealthy, and like most wealthy people, they don’t like to share. But a small million dollar bonus for their favorite lawyer would do wonders for Harry. He’d be able to send his daughter to that fancy private school his coworkers keep bragging about for one.
It’s a random Friday in October when Titus, with the least convincing nonchalant attitude in the world, asks him out to dinner again. Perfect.
Harry charms his way through dinner as always and ends up receiving a more extensive tour of the Danforth Manor than he ever has before. He compliments every priceless painting, and before he knows it he’s at two large wooden doors.
“Can I know what’s back there?” He makes his eyes extra wide, just as Titus likes.
“Well, this is my personal wing.” Titus’s deep voice rasps through his tight jaw.
“Oh?” Harry pretends to flatten Titus’s lapel. “Could the tour… continue?”
It’s really easy to get Titus on his back after that. He stares up at Harry with large, wet, unbelieving eyes as Harry lines himself up with Titus’s tip. He’s not a bad size, it’s a shame he has no idea how to use his dick after forty five years of celibacy. Oh, well. Harry can teach him eventually.
Harry sinks to the base and grinds his hips with a sigh. Titus grips his waist tight enough to leave bruises, but Harry lets it happen. The best way to get what he wants is to make Titus believe it’s his idea, and the more content he is, the easier that will be.
After a few pumps, Harry lets a sad noise escape him. “I’m going to miss this, I’ll tell you that.”
Titus is always a bit slow, so Harry gives him extra time given the circumstances. “Miss… what?” His face is scrunched almost adorably, solely focused on where his cock disappears inside Harry.
The grip becomes nearly painful. “Why would you stop being with me?” Titus growls.
Harry wouldn’t be surprised if he was bleeding from Titus’s nails digging into him. “Well, my firm isn’t paying me what I’m owed. I think I oughta move on to greener pastures.” He ignores the sting and keeps his pace steady.
“What’s that got to do with us?”
“Titus, as sad as it’ll be to go, I can’t hang around with my old firm’s clients. I’ll never get hired anywhere else.”
Titus’s chin juts in a pout. He huffs to himself, still enamored with how easily Harry takes him. A hot red flush seeps past his neck to his chest; he’s getting close.
“Well considering everything I’ve done in the past year alone, I’d say I’m a million dollar employee.”
“I’ll give you a million.” Bingo. But he can’t say it yet.
“Oh, no. I can’t ask you to do that.”
A frustrated rumble shakes Titus’s chest. “Who gives a fuck? It’s just a million. You’re staying.”
Harry rips himself from Titus’s strong hold and grabs a folded contract and a pen from the inside pocket of his blazer. “Sign here.”
“Come on,” Harry encourages. “Don’t you want to cum inside me?”
The pen is snatched from his hand and the contract is signed before he can finish the sentence. Once it’s safely on the bedside table, Harry retakes his position. He strokes a gentle hand across Titus’s stubble.
“Thank you,” he says. “I knew I could rely on you.”
That’s all it takes for Titus to blow his load. Harry peels away from him, letting his own erection wilt as he reads over the contract.
That might’ve been the world’s first six minute, million dollar deal.
