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Toru was losing his mind. Tomoki was knelt in front of him. In a supply closet in the neurology ward of TG University Hospital. Doctor Wu was kneeling in front of a lowly medical student. The student's pants were undone. The student's pants were off his hips. Doctor Wu's face in the student's crotch.

"H- Haaaa~"

The student tried to cover his gasp with his hand. The one that wasn't in the esteemed Doctor Wu's hair. The doctor hummed. He was a talented man, a talented doctor and surgeon. And most certainly, the student thought, talented in performing intercourse orally.

The doctor's eyes never closed as he worked. As he brought himself up and down on the student's impressive shaft. Even if his jaw would get tired doing this for hours, he was happy to assist. It was, after all, his fault the student had gotten an erection. He had been the one in the hospital showers, generously provided to wash blood off after surgeries.

It had been him, fully naked in the showers, who hadn't realized the student walked in. Truly, a mistake of the highest order. Truly, a mistake he needed to atone for, offering the student his mouth.

There was, most certainly, no reason that was intentional.

The student pushed them forward. He braced on a shelf on the other side of the doctor's head. The doctor braced on the floor. The muffled groan of approval was all the student needed. The hand in the doctor's hair helped him brace completely still.

It moved from the doctor giving the student a blowjob to the student using the doctor's mouth as a pocket pussy.

The student's hips moved hard and fast. Doctor Wu surely had to lack a gag reflex if he didn't vomit from the pace and the size of the student. Instead, his eyes rolled back. Instead, he keptvhimself perfectly still for the student's pleasure.

"F- fuck- Tomoki-"

The student groaned, slapping a hand over his mouth as a cart was heard rolling passed. He glared over his shoulder, waiting for any signal that it was clear. He got it when the doctor sucked at him, a silent beg for him to keep going.

Ever a service top, was Doctor Wu.

The student resumed his pace. Resumed the rough, hard, fast pace of his hips. Until bith his hands took hold of Doctor Wu, and shoved his face as far into his crotch as possible. To ensure not a single drop of his, were Doctor Wu endowed with a uterus, potentially and fertile seed spilled anywhere but right down the doctor's throat.

Wu Tomoki grunted and groaned. His body tensed and shivered. He swallowed, even before Toru fully pulled out. He swallowed down every drop. And once Toru pulled off, he looked down, down at the straining boner in Doctor Wu's pants.

And he hummed.

And he left the closet.

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It was rare. Rare, to see Doctor Wu Tomoki walk to the break room. There were three in the TG University Hospital. The one he entered, on the sixth floor of the hospital, two hallways down from his neurology office, was the one rarely visited by anyone but those on staff in the neurosurgery department.

So rarely visited, in fact, that the lights were off when he entered. He let himself sink down in one of the plush chairs (really, more like a chaise. The old head of neurology had a flair for the dramatic) after flicking the switch for the lights. He finished a grueling 14 hour surgery mere moments ago. His phone kept pinging with incessant messages. A specific tone he'd set separately. About three dozen messages by the time he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Texts from Toru. The boy was desperate to get his attention. The nepo baby of TG University Hospital. The grand nephew of the head doctor.

Before he could finish reading the texts, the door opened. In walked Toru. Tomoki's head lazily fell to the back of the chaise to look at him. His hair was styled differently. Braided, rather than an afro. A few tight braids, all carefully styled and pushed to dangle to the left side of his face. He grinned cheekily, his teeth only more prominent beneath the lip as he walked closer.

He climbed onto the chaise. Tomoki needn't say a word. Nor Toru. They both knew what was important in those texts. The permission Tomoki needed to give could be done silently. Toru stared, almost intently. Stared as he waited for that silent consent.

Tomoki looked away from Toru. To stare at the displays of awards on the wall. The photos of each head of neurology since the hospital's founding. Several men, several names, culminating in him and his photo. Doctor Wu Tomoki, head of Neurology at age 27. A prodigy in the medical field. His talents were clear in every operation. At least, as far as his peers and patients were concerned.

Of course, not everyone could afford the rokakaka. Very few actually could. But those who couldn't got his raw talent and skill.

Toru's hand touched his leg. His attention drew back to the younger man. By carbon standards. By the silicon they were, he was a few years older. A decade or two, but that hardly mattered. His smile was gentler now. Inviting. Behind them, the click of a lock.

A few of his particles, drifted off from his shoulder, returned. The silent consent.

Toru shifted. Adjusting with Tomoki. Lowering his pants. Lovely thighs. Tomoki much preferred Toru's ass, but… His thighs weren't bad. He knew, though, that this would be much more exciting for his partner if the roles reversed. But this was enough. Good enough. Tomoki's hands dug into the plush flesh of Toru's thighs as he tugged him closer.

Their lips crashed together. A soft gasp from the medical student. The movements of their mouths was quickly harmonious. Quickly moving together in a dance, until a tongue brushed the other, and the older pulled back.

Doctor Wu had a consultation in thirty minutes.

Toru tugged himself back, just enough once again, to loosen the doctor's pants. Just enough to get that dick free. About 17 centimeters long… A delight when it was plunged inside Toru. Or, in this case…

The older rock human pulled a tube of lotion from the doctor's personal bag. One of many things he carried, along with nori and silicon water. He lathered a generous amount on his thighs, then lowered.

Doctor Wu bit his tongue to keep a groan silent.

Toru grinned. One hand behind himself, on Tomoki's knee. The other on his mate's shoulder. Balancing himself as he sat upon the doctor's lap, slowly rising and lowering. Slowly, with the doctor's perfectly long, perfectly hardening, cock between his thighs.

One, two, three. Toru hummed in satisfaction, watching Tomoki's face. Flushed brightly. Bright red. So unused to being the one cared for. So used to being the one in service of the other's pleasure. Ever the service top, was Wu Tomoki. He flushed, and looked away. Bright red blush on his face now covered by a hand.

Four, five, six. Tomoki gasped and moaned softly. Barely audible, acutely aware of the distance to the door and how many of his staff might walk by and hear him. The ticking of the clock sounded like daggers in his ears. The feeling of his lover's thighs felt like heaven. It was too long. Far too long. Too long since they'd done something. They were both too busy.

Seven, eight, nine. Toru kissed Tomoki. His tongue demanded permission to enter. Tomoki's tongue greeted, then joined the dance. Their saliva mixed. Their bodies in harmony.

Ten. Thirty minutes.

Toru got up. He grinned, stumbling to get his footing, and pulled his pants up. He kissed Tomoki once more, gentler this time. Tomoki's hands fumbled to catch his pants. To shove his dick back in, to zip them up, to redo them. To look proper. Toru's grin faded to a sweet smile, as he walked to unlock the break room door.

"Well, Doctor, I don't want to keep you from your patients." he hummed sweetly.

Doctor Wu's hands trembled as he made the trek to his dermatology office.