A/N: My first story (written by just me) since the age of like, 15 haha.

For alex bby, can't wait to see your drawing :)

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Mr. Shinoda sat comfortably in is large brown leather chair, sorting through papers in the largest of offices in his company’s building centrally located in downtown Los Angeles. He was only twenty-six years old but had what most men in their thirties already had, yet he was also one of the richest in the city.

He stacked the few applications of prospective staff that had been already screened by his human resource staff. It was unusual for the president of a company to have interviews but he liked to have the best possible staff, not to mention the best looking. It wasn’t ethical but he never feared backlash from denied applicants. Who in their right mind would cross one of the most powerful men in the city?

The Asian American millionaire pressed the button on his phone to alert his secretary to let in the next interviewee. Almost immediately a slim brown haired man opened the door. When the man came in fully Mr. Shinoda could see that he knew how to dress well as he was wearing a sleek black suit with a crisp wine colored blouse and silver tie to match.

The brunet who appeared to be confident walked closer to Mr. Shinoda’s desk, but the man seated could tell he was nervous regardless of what he looked like. He was attractive enough to land the position but of course Mr. Shinoda wouldn’t say so yet.

“Please sit,” he said and glanced at the top page of his pile, “Mr. Bennington.”

Chester sat as asked and gulped slowly, unsure of what to say. He was used to a more talkative person in an interview and awkwardly said, “Nice to meet you Mr. Shinoda.”

Mr. Shinoda raised an eyebrow, “Yes, well we’ll see if you feel the same later.”

Chester felt as if he already did something wrong, “Sorry.”

“No need for apologies, many people get nervous around attractive men.”

The brunet thought he sounded like a cocky bastard but couldn’t exactly disagree, and not only because he was trying to find a job, but Mr. Shinoda was very attractive with his dark hair, tanned skin and exotic features. He watched as his full lips spoke again.

“Do you know how many people come in here without being hired?”

“No, sir…” Was he trying to scare the poor man?

“More than I can count, but you seem to have lasted more than a few minutes… do you know why that is?”

Surprise showed on the young man’s face, “You like my suit?”

“More so what’s in it…” The brunet’s cheeks blushed softly at his words and he looked anywhere but at Mr. Shinoda. “Look at me, Bennington!” He demanded and Chester quickly responded out of fear, looking right at him. “I’ll have no shrinking lilies in my office, I need an assertive assistant who can get the job done right.” He spoke with his hands on the table, making Chester feel smaller than he already was.

“Yes sir,” he said, more sure of himself, “I can do that for you.”

“Are you willing to prove it or are you too much of a pussy?”

Chester blinked and growled lowly, he didn’t care who this guy was, no one calls him a pussy. “I’m not a fucking pussy.”

“Cursing during an interview… tsk tsk.”

“You seem to like it,” he looked back up at Mr. Shinoda’s face from glancing at the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t stop the shiver he felt up his spine.

“What are you going to do about it?” He asked with a smirk, loving where this was going.

Chester thought about his next words very carefully. He needed this position very badly and quite frankly wouldn’t mind being in some positions with the gorgeous man before him… “Anything you desire Mr. Shinoda” he spoke barely above a whisper.”

Mr. Shinoda licked his lips, dirty thoughts completely taking over his mind, “Come here,” he said, pushing self with seat further back. “I want you on your knees,” He whispered to the other who was already sauntering over to him, making his way around the desk and in front of him with only a small amount of hesitation and knelt down. He held onto the arms of the leather chair and continued, “you know what I want Bennington.”

The brunet took off his suit jacket, dropping it on the desk behind him and unbuttoned the cuffs on his blouse, then put his hands over the seated man’s knees. He looked up at Mr. Shinoda with soft pink cheeks and bit his lip before slowly moving his fingers to the button of his slacks and unbuttoned it carefully, then unzipping the zipper.

“Take me out,” Mr. Shinoda mewed, his voice laced with lust and his eyes matching.

Chester nodded but took his time, sizing up the bulge in his boxers with his eyes before rubbing his nose against it, receiving a groan in reply from above. He then carefully pulled down the waistband of his boxers as far as he could, as he still had his pants only slightly down his waist. His brown eyes widened at the sight revealed to him.

“You like that Bennington?” Mr. Shinoda asked, “You think you can take on this job, hmm?”

Before Mr. Shinoda could go on, a warm set of wet lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, eliciting a moan from deep within his throat.

Chester kept his hands on Mr. Shinoda’s thighs and pressed his chest up against the seat of the expensive leather chair, moving closer to the large tool. He flicked his tongue against the slit, teasing his new boss, regardless of the situation.

“Oh fuck…” He could feel the tingles all over his body at the sensation his new assistant was giving him. His warm, wet mouth… “Please!”

The brunet complied and lowered his mouth on his large erection, making sure to rub his cheeks against it, causing a moan to erupt from Mr. Shinoda’s lips. Chester was satisfied with this and continued to do it but now bobbing his head, making sure not to touch him with his hands, to Mr. Shinoda’s surprise.

“That’s good, don’t you dare stop!” He moaned loudly and couldn’t help but grab his short dark brown spikes, forcing his cock deeper down his throat, “Fuck!” The feeling of the tip of his cock against the back of his throat was overwhelming and all other thoughts left his mind. Back and forth… hitting his throat… the warm cushion of his cheeks… the wet tongue rubbing underneath him… he was in heaven. When he felt and heard Chester moaning he glanced down to see him with his hand in the back of his pants.

Chester couldn’t stop himself, he was aroused and had swiftly opened his pants and fingered himself, moaning shamelessly around Mr. Shinoda’s shaft. Soon he had three fingers embedded as deep into his asshole as he could.

“Mmm you are a little pussy aren’t you?” He moaned loudly with his had back against the chair again and licked his lips. “Get on my cock!”

The brunet moaned loudly at this and pulled his mouth away, gasping for breath. “How do you want me?” He panted.

“Turn around!”

Chester slowly stood up and turned around, his pants falling from his waist and he pushed down his boxers, stepping out of them, before gasping at being pulled close from behind. He was pulled onto his lap with a strong hand, the other currently occupied.

Mr. Shinoda held his cock against Chester’s asshole and let go, pushing inside with ease. He closed his eyes tightly and pulled Chester’s hips down hard, receiving a scream from the smaller man.

“Oh god yes!” The engorged cock felt a million times better than his fingers. He clamped his muscles around Mr. Shinoda’s shaft for dear life and a throaty moan filled his ears. He soon felt his blouse being ripped off from behind, the buttons separating from the delicate shirt and falling onto the carpet. The remains of his shirt were left on his wrists, the cloth long and reaching the floor.

“You like my cock deep in your ass? You dirty slut…” He groaned, the hot walls of Chester’s ass clamped onto his tool harder than he had ever felt with anyone else. He pushed Chester’s back down, causing him to grab the desk to get his balance so he wouldn’t fall off his cock.

Suddenly Mr. Shinoda pushed foreword, bringing them closer to the desk and he tied the cloth around Chester’s wrists to the handle of his locked drawer on the desk and smirked, grabbing Chester’s silver tie and gripping it like a dog leash. “Ride my cock!”

“Yes!” Chester’s forehead was dripping with sweat and his face was no more than a foot from the ground. He forced his ass up and down on the large cock and he loved every second of it. “Oh yes! Fuck yes! Uh, uh yeah.”

Mr. Shinoda yanked on the tie with one hand and pushed on Chester’s lower back with the other roughly. “Oh yeah, god your ass is fucking hot…” These were the last words he could utter before totally getting into it, completely lacking the skill to form a sentence. All he felt was the warmth around his cock and the curl in his toes.

Chester panted loudly, moaning like a bitch and screamed “Yes!” He bounced his entire lower body on his hot rod, his prostate had never felt such pleasure from this angle and he never wanted it to end, but he could feel his orgasm fast approaching. “Mr. Shinoda,” he moaned, “I’m gonna-”

“NO don’t you even DARE!”

“B-but-” he was cut off again but this time by being tugged close to the mocha body, his shirt restraints ripping, his tie rubbing against his neck. “please…”

“You don’t come until I tell you to bitch,” and with that he wrapped his strong arm around his stomach and stood up, still inside of his ass. He pushed Chester’s body against the office glass wall which made him gasp, as he could see employees working, but knew no one could see in, as it was a one way window. Nonetheless it was albeit awkward but he stopped thinking when the cock in his ass was shoved deeper inside of him and he screamed again.

Mr. Shinoda took Chester’s legs and pulled them around his waist backwards and he took the hint and held on tightly, feeling the Asian’s unusually large cock move even deeper, rubbing harder against his prostate. “Oh Mr. Shinoda! Please m-more!” He felt his cheek pressed against the cold glass and his hands bound by mocha ones raised above his head. He wished he wasn’t the only one naked but the thought subsided as he felt the cock hammering him. “Shit! Please!”

“How badly do you want to come hmm?” He grunted, fucking him with all his might.

“Yes! Right there! I-I wanna come so hard for you… please Mr. Shinoda! Let me come!” He was distraught, the need for release almost painful. He scratched his fingers against the glass wall, the pleasure taking over his body.

“Shoot your juice baby, all for me” He whispered into his ear, not ceasing the pounding against his prostate.

Chester screamed, “Yes!” and streaks of white come erupted from his cock all over the glass wall. With this his asshole clenched, milking Mr. Shinoda’s cock which spewed come deep inside of him.

“You make me come so good baby, keep it all inside for me,” he whispered hoarsely, licking at his ear while Chester panted loudly, gasping for breath. He let go of the brunet’s hands and held his body close, sitting back in the leather chair, pulling him to his chest.

Chester was exhausted and sweating from head to toe, he couldn’t help but let his head fall back on Mr. Shinoda’s shoulder with closed eyes.

Mr. Shinoda kept his cock inside of Chester and kissed the side of his neck, licking at the salty sweat, causing him to purr softly. “My name is Mike by the way” He whispered softly.

“Mike… you have a big cock for an Asian guy.”