I think that, while Cecil gestures with his hands a lot, Kevin is fidgety with them. Also this is Diego’s real height, he’s a bit shorter than Kevin.
Endless toil. No sleep for days, as if he needed any. An empire to rule back at home. His newest prospect of Night Vale wriggling in his grip. Reports flooded in. As head scientist he looked over them all, stifling or granting resources when necessary. The new design of helicopters with improved shielding. Heavier casing, less fuel efficacy. Rubbish. He picked up the next. The captured angels have managed to phase through their cell barriers. Suggested quick fixes, energy measurements, applying an opposite field.
A light knock on the door. Diego didn’t look up, busy sneering at the incompetence in his hands. Even when a head poked in he continued to flip through folder after folder. Every decision needed his grace of the pen. Foot steps now, slow in their worry, approached the large, circular desk. He jotted down notes, words to be followed through with out error. For once, a promising study in his hands. Drug introduction, new formula. Test subject data. Good. His dark eyes followed the top of the page, halted by a drop of fresh blood from above. A glare shot up.
Kevin stood before the desk, posture slumped. Blood stained down his shirt and tie with some on his face. A productive morning to be sure. He knew interrupting his boyfriend at work was grounds for a punishment yet he risked it.
"I hope you don’t mind." Even under a stare that would melt more men, Kevin blushed. His beautiful, perfect Diego. "I came to visit on my break."
"Break? You don’t get a break."
Diego continued writing, eyes returning to his work. Above, hands fidgeted together.
"No. No I don’t." Despite the cold welcome, Kevin still spoke in a cheery tone. "This is the once a week Strex mandated time workers get to go outside for an hour."
Kevin’s smile faded. Almost a month had passed and his lover had not even kissed him in all that time. He fumbled his hands more, trying to find something to say.
"Want to maybe get some coffee for a bit?"
"Ok, then, what about tomorrow?"
The single word stung. Kevin remained silent as more of his clinging gore dripped onto the desk. A growl.
"Kevin! Can’t you see I’m working?" Diego rose to stare daggers into him, shorter height appearing larger as Kevin cowered. "Why did you even come?"
The normally happy radio host flinched from the tone. “I don’t know. I just wanted to see you.” He avoided eye contact.
"Now is not the time. We can see each other later."
"Does that mean you’ll be free tonight?"
A long sigh, Diego bringing a hand to his forehead.
"No, as I said before, there’s still a lot I need to do!"
Kevin squirmed, managing to meet his boyfriend’s glare.
"You’re spending another night in the laboratory?" A frown instead of a grin, enraging Diego further to have to see it. "You’re so busy all the time, you barely ever come home any more!"
Anger built. Sometimes he wished could fire his own boyfriend over such foolishness. He balled his fists, not about to listen to such guilting. A hand shot out with an accusing finger.
"Look who’s talking, Mr. ‘My show in on 24/7!’"
Kevin visibly shrank. “I, I thought hard work turned you on.”
The head scientist found himself breathing hard in more than just rage. His Kevin had wasted his only break to come see him. The simpering darling had been missing him all this time, in pain. Yet he worked on, ever patient. Arms reached out, gripping a blood stained collar, pulling the wearer over the desk into hungry lips.
Kevin mumbled as a tongue violated him. Days with out even a touch. That cologne, the scent of his lover barring down on him. He closed his eyes, letting his own lust take over. Diego felt his kiss returned in full as sharp teeth threatened to tear his lips off. Far too many nights in the lab. Fingers around the tie with the other set clawing in to a back, keeping them together even amid blood and pain. So delicious. He allowed his Kevin to breathe before suckling along the neck, biting down hard.
Kevin gripped his lover’s back, bringing his legs around to wrap up Diego. Already hard, already so hard. They kissed again, both flushed and starving for air. Faces close as Kevin leaned down to worship with his tongue. The intercom buzzed, Diego holding down the button.
"Something important has come up!" He barked out an order while his lover licked over his chin and neck, panting. "No calls! No interruptions!"
He turned back, snatching Kevin up by the neck as his lips kissed just above the third eye.
"Yes, sir. No interruptions."
Diego fell back into his chair with Kevin forcing himself upon him. Such need. Yet so obedient. His lover took only another hard kiss before resting his head on Diego’s chest, waiting for further instructions. The scientist grinned, licking blood from his lips.
In a rush, Kevin was dragged off his feet and slammed against the window. Thick glass, tinted from the outside. No one would see. As if it mattered. Eager fingers ripped off buttons, tearing away a belt. Kevin remained still, one hand around his neck as his pants were jerked away followed by the boxers. Whatever Diego wanted, he received. Suit still neat, he undid himself, holding his erection. Arms reached down, hauling Kevin off his feet and pinning him. His legs naturally wrapped again, exposing himself for Diego to ravage. Hot breath against his neck as he felt his lover position himself. No lube, no prep. Beautiful pain, a thoughtful gift he was more than happy to receive.
Diego forced himself in, grunting as nails dug into his back through the suit. Even with the weight in his arms he easily started a rhythm. The pair rocked up and down as he pushed in further. So tight, always willing. How had he gone without for so long. His teeth found a supple shoulder and he bit down hard, wanting blood. The entire body tensed around his cock in reaction. Kevin jerked his head back, shouting from each thrust against the glass.
"Di! Diego! DIEGO!"
The office filled with frantic cries and heavy breathing. Diego continued up the neck, coaxing Kevin’s head down to share desperate kisses and he fucked on. He could feel his darling tremble and could only smile. Kevin did as well, whimpering between broken please for more.
Neither heard the door click open.
"Sir? There’s new development on the, the…"
Wide eyes stared, meeting a gun barrel. Still holding up Kevin, Diego pulled out his side arm, scowling with teeth bared. The resulting shot caused the fool to clutch his chest, collapsing. The fucking continued amid dying groans. Kevin felt the gun trailed over his lips and obeyed. Tongue took in the barrel, tasting fresh gunpowder. So difficult to keep the trigger finger steady. Best stay still, dearest. Tears in Kevin’s eyes as he sobbed in pain and bliss all for his lover. Diego slowed his pace. The sight of that mouth tending to his gun, desperate. A hard exhaled, Diego thrusting in a final time before climax. Eyes rolled back and he leaned forward, letting Kevin fall to the floor.
A weak call, all in gratitude. Diego stood tall, pulling up his pants. Around a leg, his Kevin clung, petting along the silk. He looked down, panting as he straightened his suit.
Unable to stand, Kevin groveled at his lover’s feet. A trembling hand jerked over hard need all while eyes stared up. Diego offered a hand, granting a hold amid whimpers and moans. Fingers entwined his, squeezing. Chest heaving, Kevin brought himself to release, body spent. The hand dragged him up.
"Your break is almost over." Diego returned Kevin’s pants. "You best be getting back."
Kevin stumbled, struggling to redress. Once finished he felt arms around him.
"Work hard." A kiss, gentle. "I’ll see you tonight."
The smile returned, never to turn to a frown for the rest of the day. Diego stretched, cracking his back. Sitting back at the desk again he returned to exact line in the report where he had left off.