Perks [Driven to Distraction]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein was in the middle of a virtual meeting; Muzaka was a bit distracted.
Contains: Vibrators.
Notes: Night Shift AU where Frankenstein is a scientist for the corporation Augur and Muzaka is a genetically enhanced Alpha assigned to him.
I thought the previous would be a one-off, but I guess not, haha.
Rating: R
Genre: General
Word count: 1,569
Total word count: 2,761
Status: Work in progress.
Frankenstein was nodding along with what the other scientists on the screen were saying, which was a surprise in itself, but Muzaka figured it was because if Frankenstein argued with them, that would just drag the meeting on and waste time.
Frankenstein glanced at him from the corner of his eye, eyebrow raised.
Right. No fidgeting or drawing attention to himself. Just stand there by Frankenstein's shoulder. Even though-
Frankenstein's hand moved to a remote on his left and he pressed a button. Muzaka exhaled, the vibrating pressure inside him easing.
It was hard to focus on what they were talking about when his entire attention was on the vibrator Frankenstein had shoved up his ass right before the meeting started.
Not that he had to pay attention to the meeting, since he was only there because Frankenstein was, but he was sure Frankenstein wasn't paying attention either because he'd already disproven their hypotheses. Frankenstein only joined in because if he didn't, he would be called up for another useless meeting that didn't go anywhere.
Which was probably why Frankenstein was using the vibrator in the first place, to keep them both...entertained to pass the time.
Another flick of Frankenstein's finger and Muzaka gritted his teeth, tensing as he desperately tried not to outwardly react as the vibrator pulsed inside him.
It sounded so loud to Muzaka, but that had to be because it was rattling his bones and inside his skull. The scientists didn't react to him, still chatting about whatever smarty-pants topic they were talking about this time that would sail over Muzaka's head even if he was paying attention.
Frankenstein wouldn't make it go so hard Muzaka would let slip what was going on, Muzaka knew that.
Muzaka also knew Frankenstein would push him to the edge and make him work to keep his control.
Because he was a bastard like that, and knew where Muzaka's limits were to stop right before.
Frankenstein was replying to one of the scientists, finger hovering over the remote and Muzaka didn't know if he would make it stronger or weaker next time. Or if it would change the pattern.
Shit, how long had it been since the meeting started? How long would it keep going on for?
Too long. That was the answer for both.
He wanted to fidget, shift how he stood, something to try and relieve the constant pressure but he knew Frankenstein would punish him for that one way or another.
Muzaka relaxed when the pulsing softened to barely being felt. That was better than before, and he might be able to-
He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to swallow his groan as the pulse turned into a surge, twice as strong. It stayed long enough to make sure he knew it was there before dying down again.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck.
Couldn't be caught out by that again and Muzaka braced himself even at the light pulsing.
The larger spike still took him by surprise, seeming to take longer now that he was waiting for it. He chewed harder on his cheek, trying not to go any further forward and start biting his lip.
Next time, Muzaka counted the smaller pulses. When the bigger one came, he swayed, trying to clamp down as if that would stop it. Doing that made it worse, making him breathless and he swallowed as he throbbed painfully.
Seven.
There were seven pulses before the big one. Now he knew what to brace for.
Except he was still recovering from the last one, thoughts frazzling and he could barely count as he tried not to react, not to do anything while his body demanded every single bit of attention, wanting friction, release.
Muzaka's hands were behind his back as he stood at attention, and he dug his nails into his palms in an attempt to distract himself, to do something.
The count was wrong. That had been five.
He must have started late. Miscounted. Counted a different throbbing thing or-
He let out a controlled breath, a groan in his throat.
Nine.
It was randomised. He wasn't going to be able to predict when the bigger surge would come.
He was fucked. Muzaka was barely holding on, sure he was visibly trembling now, maybe even panting. It was hard to know when he was so tense, braced for what was going to happen next.
The vibrations changed, the pattern with longer pauses, almost like a heartbeat. Not Muzaka's, which was beating so fucking hard he was sure it was showing against his shirt. He hadn't even seen Frankenstein press the remote.
A trickle of sweat went down Muzaka's spine.
How much longer was there?
Far too long.
The current setting was almost a pleasant steady thrum and it didn't change, though it was still enough to keep Muzaka taut.
[I think that's everything,] someone on the screen said, piercing through Muzaka's haze.
Was that- Did that mean-? Muzaka tried not to stare as the scientists nodded, their screens going dark one by one.
Muzaka didn't move, just in case only their cameras were off, in case their mics were still on, in case Frankenstein's camera was still on.
Second by second, Muzaka watched Frankenstein switch off the software, and then the computer.
"Fuck," Muzaka said in a strangled yell as he sagged forward, one hand braced on Frankenstein's desk while his other fumbled with his belt. He had to get out.
"Muzaka."
He froze at Frankenstein's mild tone. Too mild, in the way that Frankenstein was waiting for something. He turned his head to look at him, seeing a just as mild smile on Frankenstein's face.
Frankenstein's eyes were narrowed at him though, making Muzaka shiver for another reason. "Did I say you were allowed to do that?"
Muzaka's eyes went wide. "But-" Fuck, no, Frankenstein wasn't doing this!
"Did-" Frankenstein interrupted, his tone sharp, "I say you were allowed to do that?"
He swallowed, slowly moving his hand away from his below, his dick aching even more. "Y-you didn't, Boss."
"We wouldn't want anyone to just walk in accidentally with yourself exposed now, would he?" Frankenstein continued, his tone as if he was still chatting with the scientists.
They could lock the door! Go into the cupboard!
But Frankenstein's hand was reaching for the remote again and Muzaka whimpered, trying to brace himself for what was coming next.
Muzaka let out a low groan, arching his back when the pulses strengthened again, before he tried to stiffle it by biting his lip. Too loud. Couldn't make noise.
He wanted to shove his tie in his mouth, or cover it with a hand, but he didn't need to ask to know Frankenstein wouldn't allow that either, feeling Frankenstein's gaze on him.
Frankenstein would want him to control it himself. The reasoning because they were out in the open and-
"Grk!" Muzaka swallowed the groan, trying to close off his throat to stop making noise as the vibrator kicked up another gear. It was like it was thrumming throughout his entire body. He panted, eyes squeezed shut as his world closed in to focus solely on what was happening inside him.
It was too much. Too much and Muzaka's knees buckled, knocking into the desk. So close, he wanted friction, pressure against him and he jerked his hips forwards, stopping just before he could get any relief against the desk.
It was hard to tell the difference between feeling the vibrator and his dick. Hard to tell if the whine was coming from the vibrator or his throat.
It didn't matter what anything was, feeling like he was going to shake himself to pieces before he could get a release.
Muzaka's arms burned and he didn't even know when he'd fisted his hands, but he couldn't unclench them now, every single muscle locked in place.
This time, Muzaka heard the 'click' and he hissed, gritting his teeth as the vibrator rocketed off again.
Too much, so much, and it was driving him over the edge.
He spluttered as he came, still trying to quieten himself as he shuddered, the vibrations intensifying everything.
He slumped afterwards, all his muscles relaxing at once and he slid forward, ringing in his ears.
'Click.'
Oh.
Muzaka exhaled, resting his head on the desk, catching his breath. Now his muscles had fully relaxed. It was so quiet without the vibrator on.
"Fuck," Muzaka muttered, still feeling the aftermath, like his body was still buzzing. It was like he'd just done drills for the entire fucking day, carrying five times his weight. He tasted blood, and when had that happened?
He hefted himself up, testing to see if his legs would hold him.
They could, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to move.
He glanced at Frankenstein from the corner of his eyes, seeing Frankenstein's satisfied smirk, twirling the remote around his fingers.
"You should clean yourself up," Frankenstein said, eyes trailing over Muzaka's body. "The next meeting will be in-" He checked his watch. "-ten minutes."
Muzaka groaned, closing his eyes, imagining how that was going to feel when he was sensitised already. "Y-yes, Boss."
It was going to be a long day.
Summary: Frankenstein was in the middle of a virtual meeting; Muzaka was a bit distracted.
Contains: Vibrators.
Notes: Night Shift AU where Frankenstein is a scientist for the corporation Augur and Muzaka is a genetically enhanced Alpha assigned to him.
I thought the previous would be a one-off, but I guess not, haha.
Rating: R
Genre: General
Word count: 1,569
Total word count: 2,761
Status: Work in progress.
Frankenstein was nodding along with what the other scientists on the screen were saying, which was a surprise in itself, but Muzaka figured it was because if Frankenstein argued with them, that would just drag the meeting on and waste time.
Frankenstein glanced at him from the corner of his eye, eyebrow raised.
Right. No fidgeting or drawing attention to himself. Just stand there by Frankenstein's shoulder. Even though-
Frankenstein's hand moved to a remote on his left and he pressed a button. Muzaka exhaled, the vibrating pressure inside him easing.
It was hard to focus on what they were talking about when his entire attention was on the vibrator Frankenstein had shoved up his ass right before the meeting started.
Not that he had to pay attention to the meeting, since he was only there because Frankenstein was, but he was sure Frankenstein wasn't paying attention either because he'd already disproven their hypotheses. Frankenstein only joined in because if he didn't, he would be called up for another useless meeting that didn't go anywhere.
Which was probably why Frankenstein was using the vibrator in the first place, to keep them both...entertained to pass the time.
Another flick of Frankenstein's finger and Muzaka gritted his teeth, tensing as he desperately tried not to outwardly react as the vibrator pulsed inside him.
It sounded so loud to Muzaka, but that had to be because it was rattling his bones and inside his skull. The scientists didn't react to him, still chatting about whatever smarty-pants topic they were talking about this time that would sail over Muzaka's head even if he was paying attention.
Frankenstein wouldn't make it go so hard Muzaka would let slip what was going on, Muzaka knew that.
Muzaka also knew Frankenstein would push him to the edge and make him work to keep his control.
Because he was a bastard like that, and knew where Muzaka's limits were to stop right before.
Frankenstein was replying to one of the scientists, finger hovering over the remote and Muzaka didn't know if he would make it stronger or weaker next time. Or if it would change the pattern.
Shit, how long had it been since the meeting started? How long would it keep going on for?
Too long. That was the answer for both.
He wanted to fidget, shift how he stood, something to try and relieve the constant pressure but he knew Frankenstein would punish him for that one way or another.
Muzaka relaxed when the pulsing softened to barely being felt. That was better than before, and he might be able to-
He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to swallow his groan as the pulse turned into a surge, twice as strong. It stayed long enough to make sure he knew it was there before dying down again.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck.
Couldn't be caught out by that again and Muzaka braced himself even at the light pulsing.
The larger spike still took him by surprise, seeming to take longer now that he was waiting for it. He chewed harder on his cheek, trying not to go any further forward and start biting his lip.
Next time, Muzaka counted the smaller pulses. When the bigger one came, he swayed, trying to clamp down as if that would stop it. Doing that made it worse, making him breathless and he swallowed as he throbbed painfully.
Seven.
There were seven pulses before the big one. Now he knew what to brace for.
Except he was still recovering from the last one, thoughts frazzling and he could barely count as he tried not to react, not to do anything while his body demanded every single bit of attention, wanting friction, release.
Muzaka's hands were behind his back as he stood at attention, and he dug his nails into his palms in an attempt to distract himself, to do something.
The count was wrong. That had been five.
He must have started late. Miscounted. Counted a different throbbing thing or-
He let out a controlled breath, a groan in his throat.
Nine.
It was randomised. He wasn't going to be able to predict when the bigger surge would come.
He was fucked. Muzaka was barely holding on, sure he was visibly trembling now, maybe even panting. It was hard to know when he was so tense, braced for what was going to happen next.
The vibrations changed, the pattern with longer pauses, almost like a heartbeat. Not Muzaka's, which was beating so fucking hard he was sure it was showing against his shirt. He hadn't even seen Frankenstein press the remote.
A trickle of sweat went down Muzaka's spine.
How much longer was there?
Far too long.
The current setting was almost a pleasant steady thrum and it didn't change, though it was still enough to keep Muzaka taut.
[I think that's everything,] someone on the screen said, piercing through Muzaka's haze.
Was that- Did that mean-? Muzaka tried not to stare as the scientists nodded, their screens going dark one by one.
Muzaka didn't move, just in case only their cameras were off, in case their mics were still on, in case Frankenstein's camera was still on.
Second by second, Muzaka watched Frankenstein switch off the software, and then the computer.
"Fuck," Muzaka said in a strangled yell as he sagged forward, one hand braced on Frankenstein's desk while his other fumbled with his belt. He had to get out.
"Muzaka."
He froze at Frankenstein's mild tone. Too mild, in the way that Frankenstein was waiting for something. He turned his head to look at him, seeing a just as mild smile on Frankenstein's face.
Frankenstein's eyes were narrowed at him though, making Muzaka shiver for another reason. "Did I say you were allowed to do that?"
Muzaka's eyes went wide. "But-" Fuck, no, Frankenstein wasn't doing this!
"Did-" Frankenstein interrupted, his tone sharp, "I say you were allowed to do that?"
He swallowed, slowly moving his hand away from his below, his dick aching even more. "Y-you didn't, Boss."
"We wouldn't want anyone to just walk in accidentally with yourself exposed now, would he?" Frankenstein continued, his tone as if he was still chatting with the scientists.
They could lock the door! Go into the cupboard!
But Frankenstein's hand was reaching for the remote again and Muzaka whimpered, trying to brace himself for what was coming next.
Muzaka let out a low groan, arching his back when the pulses strengthened again, before he tried to stiffle it by biting his lip. Too loud. Couldn't make noise.
He wanted to shove his tie in his mouth, or cover it with a hand, but he didn't need to ask to know Frankenstein wouldn't allow that either, feeling Frankenstein's gaze on him.
Frankenstein would want him to control it himself. The reasoning because they were out in the open and-
"Grk!" Muzaka swallowed the groan, trying to close off his throat to stop making noise as the vibrator kicked up another gear. It was like it was thrumming throughout his entire body. He panted, eyes squeezed shut as his world closed in to focus solely on what was happening inside him.
It was too much. Too much and Muzaka's knees buckled, knocking into the desk. So close, he wanted friction, pressure against him and he jerked his hips forwards, stopping just before he could get any relief against the desk.
It was hard to tell the difference between feeling the vibrator and his dick. Hard to tell if the whine was coming from the vibrator or his throat.
It didn't matter what anything was, feeling like he was going to shake himself to pieces before he could get a release.
Muzaka's arms burned and he didn't even know when he'd fisted his hands, but he couldn't unclench them now, every single muscle locked in place.
This time, Muzaka heard the 'click' and he hissed, gritting his teeth as the vibrator rocketed off again.
Too much, so much, and it was driving him over the edge.
He spluttered as he came, still trying to quieten himself as he shuddered, the vibrations intensifying everything.
He slumped afterwards, all his muscles relaxing at once and he slid forward, ringing in his ears.
'Click.'
Oh.
Muzaka exhaled, resting his head on the desk, catching his breath. Now his muscles had fully relaxed. It was so quiet without the vibrator on.
"Fuck," Muzaka muttered, still feeling the aftermath, like his body was still buzzing. It was like he'd just done drills for the entire fucking day, carrying five times his weight. He tasted blood, and when had that happened?
He hefted himself up, testing to see if his legs would hold him.
They could, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to move.
He glanced at Frankenstein from the corner of his eyes, seeing Frankenstein's satisfied smirk, twirling the remote around his fingers.
"You should clean yourself up," Frankenstein said, eyes trailing over Muzaka's body. "The next meeting will be in-" He checked his watch. "-ten minutes."
Muzaka groaned, closing his eyes, imagining how that was going to feel when he was sensitised already. "Y-yes, Boss."
It was going to be a long day.