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The gentle, rhythmic squeak of the window being cleaned is something Eddie can barely manage to tune out as he types quietly on his laptop. He’s trying not to look over the edge of the computer, but it’s getting hard with his maid swishing side-to-side every few moments as he scrubs at the windowpanes.

Eddie knows this is what he pays his maid for, but dios, it’s a bit hard to focus, but he knows the office windows need to be cleaned. They’ve been getting a bit dirty with how often he tells his maid to skip the office during his cleanings so Eddie can work, and he has finally gotten tired of looking out of dirty windows.

Eddie’s eye twitches slightly at a particularly loud squeak, his gaze skirting off his laptop screen where he’s been sending back-to-back emails to his clients and board, and he finds he needs a well-deserved distraction, and that squeaking noise needs to stop. His eyes land on his maid’s frilly skirt, eyes narrowing as Buck—his personal maid of almost six years—hums softly and swishes his hips as he bends down to clean a lower pane.

The sight makes Eddie’s pants feel tight, and has him shuffling in his leather seat, licking his lips. Buck’s always been a bit… provocative, though Eddie doesn’t mind the little display Buck has going on. He’ll admit his personal maid—as ditzy and slightly useless as he is—is quite cute and easy on the eyes, and maybe that’s why Eddie’s kept him around for so long instead of getting a proper maid service for his house.

Watching Buck crawl around on all fours, humming whatever tune he heard on the radio fifty times over as he scrubs at his floors, is a sight to behold, especially because of the uniform Buck wears: black thigh garters holding on opaque white stockings, a short maid dress, and the signature maid headband with the little ruffles. It’s not the outfit Eddie ever required the blond to wear, but Buck wears it just because he wants to.

Eddie’s not complaining.

Shutting his laptop quietly as Buck stands again, hands on his hips as he stares at the windowpanes he’s been washing for the past thirty minutes or so. There are small droplets of soapy water on the floor he’ll need to mop up soon, lest they ruin the flooring, but Eddie is sure he’ll get to it soon.

For now, he watches Buck, who bends over again to inspect one of the middle panes of the window, muttering under his breath as he inspects it for smudges or stains. It gives Eddie the perfect time to strike as he silently rolls his chair back, stands up, and stalks across the office.

His footsteps are quiet and calculated, like a tiger stalking forward in a forest, waiting to pounce. Buck doesn’t seem to notice him at all, even though the reflection in the window shows his approaching form. He’s hard in his slacks, and unbuttoning his pants is easy, the whirr of his zipper going down muffled by Buck’s little noises as he scrubs at a spot to clean it.

He fishes his cock out of his pants, shifting the band of his boxers under his heavy balls as he carefully reaches out, flips Buck’s skirt up to reveal a panty-free ass, and a tight, dripping pussy on display.

Buck squeaks, a stuttered M-Mr. Dia-z as Eddie lines up, and slams in. The tight grip around his cock is intoxicating, Buck’s squeal of pure, unadulterated pleasure more so. It bounces and echoes off the soundproof office walls as Buck’s hands brace on the windowpanes, dirtying them with his palm prints.

“M-Mr. Di-a…az, s-sir,” Buck moans, barely able to get words out as Eddie lets him adjust, one hand resting on Buck’s soft, squishy tummy, and the other on his nude hip. The skirt flipped up allows Eddie a perfect view of Buck’s perky ass, and tight cunt swallowing his cock to the hilt. “I-I’m t-trying to cl-lean, sir,” Buck moans, hips wiggling despite the words he’s saying.

“And I was trying to send emails in peace,” Eddie retorts, hand gripping Buck’s hip to pull him back against Eddie’s body, driving his cock impossibly deeper into his awaiting pussy. “Both trying to get work done, but unable to do so,” he hums, feeling Buck shake and squeeze around him, head dipped between his bracing arms. “Don’t worry, you can clean extra hard after.”

“Nnn, M-Mr. Diaz- Please,” Buck keens, shaking like a leaf as he clenches around Eddie. “O-Oh, f-uck, there,” Buck mewls, throwing his hips back to drive Eddie’s cock deep inside of him, the tip kissing his cervix with each jerk and move of his hips. Eddie grunts at the tight squeeze around his cock, licking his lips as he draws his hips back and slams in, the muffled clap of skin to Eddie’s clothed abdomen echoing in the office.

“Dios mio,” Eddie grunts, trying to breathe through the suffocating arousal already circling around his throat. He’s been a bit pent up this week—meeting after meeting, virtual and in the office, has ruined any possible time for himself. His entire week has been wake up, eat, drink an insane and worrying amount of coffee, emails, meetings, go back home, respond to more emails, eat, and sleep. No time for himself, and barely any time for anyone else.

At least Buck has been helpful this week, even though he hasn’t been home enough to relish in his little maid’s presence.

Buck’s sweet, whimpery pants fog the windowpanes that overlook the sprawling backyard garden that Buck loves to sit outside in during his breaks, and he won’t tell the maid it, but he’s spent more money than he’d like to admit and time himself fixing it up so Buck can enjoy it. He’s a hard enough worker that he’s earned being able to eat outside and enjoy the sprawling little meadow Eddie’s created in the large piece of land his house sits on.

Each whimpered breath is music to Eddie’s ears as he fucks in steadily, rocking his cock balls-deep into Buck’s dripping cunt. Strings of slick slip down Buck’s shivering thighs and drip onto the hardwood flooring that he’ll make Buck clean up later.

Maybe he’ll make him lick it up; lap at the hardwood floor to clean up his own arousal till the floorboards are shiny with his spit.

“So much better,” Eddie groans, tossing his head back, and pulling the hand away from Buck’s soft tummy to push it through his hair, pushing back the windswept strands. “No more squeaking windows, and I get a good break. Don’t you think, Buck?” Eddie looks down at Buck, whose red-cheeked face is smushed into the glass, warm breaths fogging up the glass, and drool making a mess of the pane. His glassy baby blue eyes overspill with tears, lashes fluttering, and popping open with each hard, rocking thrust.

“Y-Yes, M-Mr. Dia…az,” Buck slurs, mewling Eddie’s name like it’s gospel. His little ha-h, anh, anhns are music to Eddie’s ears, as are the gargled moans shaped like Mr. Diaz. Buck sounds so perfect as he comes apart on his cock, cunt squeezing around his cock in spasming squeezes. “F-eels good.”

Eddie hisses softly, hips thrusting steadily. His pace doesn’t falter as he watches Buck’s ass bounce against his abdomen, ripples creasing those bubbly asscheeks. He wants to lean down, to get on his knees, and shove his face right between those pretty asscheeks and eat Buck out till he’s sobbing and begging for mercy. He can hear it now, the desperate M-Mr. Di-a-az, plea-se! Buck would let out as he ate him out till he’s shaking.

His cock throbs inside of Buck, kissing the backs of his teeth as he groans. “Making a mess,” he rasps, watching another droplet of slick pour down from Buck’s folds and onto the pristine hardwood flooring, adding to the little puddle slowly growing under them. “Should make you lick it up, how’s that sound, huh? Be a good little maid and do what you’re paid to do?”

“Y-Yes s-ii-r,” Buck slurs, head bobbling under and down uselessly. He’s not even sure Buck is processing what he’s saying, and is just agreeing with him on everything that comes out of Eddie’s mouth. Which isn’t even a bad thing; it’s cute. Seeing his maid, whose mouth never really stops moving, be reduced to a fucked-stupid state makes him feel things.

Power, mainly.

Eddie’s hand comes down onto Buck’s thigh, making him moan—the sound rips right out of his throat, guttural and animalistic. “Ath, what do we say?” Eddie chides, shaking his head as Buck shudders, gripping his cock like a vice. He can tell the blond is close, and he’s getting there slowly as well—the pleasure is mounting in his core with each thrust, slow-building in a way that Eddie knows the completion will be extraordinary.

“Nnnnh, y-yes, Mr. Di…az,” Buck says, words slurred and choppy as he’s pushed up against the window with each thrust, leaving his whole body shaking as his feet struggle to stay planted on the ground. Streaks from Buck’s quivering hands show on the glass, making him shake his head. At this rate, Buck’ll need to reclean this whole corner of his office, all while dripping his cum. It’ll be a never-ending mess.

“Good boy; seems you are good for something other than cleaning, and even then…” Eddie murmurs, leaning down to stick his nose in Buck’s neck, jaw tickled slightly by one of the frills on the uniform’s puffy shoulder. His teeth graze Buck’s neck, lapping at the skin there with soft, teasing licks to feel the way Buck’s pulse kicks under his tongue. Eddie lets his teeth sink into Buck’s neck, gripping the meat there, and feeling Buck’s visceral whine under his canines.

“M-Mr. Diaz, n-no marks, pleas-e,” Buck keens, but he isn’t trying to move away from Eddie at all. In fact, he’s tilting his head to the side to allow Eddie more room to bite and suck purpling bruises into Buck’s neck, painting the delicate skin a galaxy of colors. “I-It’s not professional…”

“Not professional?” Eddie rasps as he pulls away, licking a long stripe up Buck’s neck and right over his reddening teeth marks lined with blooming hickeys. “And is letting your boss fuck your tight cunt professional, Buck? Walking around my house with no panties on? You think that’s professional; oh, no, we’re far past professional.” Eddie croons, nipping the shell of Buck’s ear, and feeling him shiver under him.

Buck whines wordlessly, face flushing darker as Eddie’s thrusts begin to get choppy. He’s been so pent up, he might cum before his maid does; or, maybe he won’t let his maid cum at all, seeing as he doesn’t think this is professional. Eddie leans back, laying an all-teeth kiss on Buck’s shoulder before standing up straight, his snapping hips losing rhythm.

Eddie grits his teeth as the pleasure burns inside of him like lightning branching through a dark sky. It pulses and spreads through his veins, muscles tensing as he pumps his hips with animalistic vigor. The only desire in his mind is to cum; not to make Buck cum, but only for him to cum.

If the blond orgasms along the way, then that’s fine, but he’s not taking his maid’s pleasure into much consideration.

“Mierda,” Eddie grunts, eyes beginning to slip past his fluttering lashes as the pleasure consumes him. It’s like a roaring flame festering inside of him, the pleasure mounting as the flames char his muscles and sinew. He pants harshly, guttural sounds leaving his mouth as the pleasure consumes him whole. “I’m c-cumming,” Eddie chokes out, throat clicking as he swallows thickly.

Buck’s low mewl of pleasure as Eddie’s hips pound forward, cock fucking into his cunt with vicious movements. His orgasm swells inside of him, spilling over like a pot boiling over, cock throbbing as he pushes balls-deep and cums inside of Buck’s pussy. Buck’s walls spasm around his shaft, a howl of pleasure muffled against the glass as he cums as well. Eddie can hear the splash of squirt hit the floor, dampening the legs of his slacks as Buck shakes in front of him.

The pulses around his cock are maddening, cock throbbing as he dumps rope after rope of cum inside of the blond; he’s pressed right up against Buck’s cervix, and maybe this time it’ll catch so he can see a heavily-pregnant Buck waddle about the house, dusting shelves with an even shorter maid outfit on. The thought makes him snarl, his hips jerking forward at the possibility of breeding his pretty maid.

“M-Mr. Diaz,” Buck moans softly, one hand falling off the glass where he’s braced himself to rest atop Eddie’s hand where it rests on his hip, quivering fingers grasping his knuckles desperately. “Y-You came inside of me…” Buck’s voice warbles, looking over his shoulder, glassy eyes fogged with tears.

“I did,” Eddie says, keeping Buck’s ass pressed tight against his abdomen. He’s not letting Buck move, barely letting him wiggle as he pumps him and his cunt full. “What, are you going to complain to HR?” Eddie laughs softly, watching Buck’s lips pull into a pout.

As if on cue, his laptop dings, and his phone vibrates where it was left on his desk, making him grumble softly. He wants to ignore it, but his phone chimes with the ringtone he has for one of the board members—one of the more annoying ones, too. Eddie sighs harshly, tugging his hips back till his softening cock slips out of Buck, leaving him shaking and attempting to stand up on his own as Eddie tucks himself back into his pants and grimaces.

Buck doesn’t manage to stand, and Eddie watches as he sinks to the floor, shaking and panting against the unfogged glass, leaning against it for support. Eddie looms over the maid, tsking softly before grabbing his head and pointing it down to the mess of slick, squirt, and cum on the floor. “Clean it up,” Eddie says, gazing at Buck, who blinks foggy eyes up at him.

Then, the blond nods softly and reaches for the rag, but Eddie stops him, using his leg to block his hand. “Did I say with a rag? Lick it up, you made the mess, you clean it up.” Eddie grunts, watching Buck’s cheeks flush darkly, looking down at the floor before looking back up at him. Eddie raises an unimpressed eyebrow, waiting.

Finally, Buck stammers out a, “y-yes, Mr. Diaz,” and leans down till his ass is off the ground, and he’s ass-up, face-down. Eddie waits for a moment and watches Buck’s pink tongue dart out of his soft lips to gently lap up a droplet of cum off the floor.

“Good, finish that up, and then clean the windows,” Eddie hums, patting Buck on his nude ass, and grinning when he yelps. “I have to go deal with stupid board members,” he grumbles, and walks to his desk before the call can ring to voicemail, because that would make this board member even more insufferable.

Twenty minutes later, as Eddie contemplates throwing his phone against the wall, Buck shuffles into his lap, the little ruffled headband gone, and looking foggy-eyed. Eddie welcomes him, wrapping an arm around his waist and grabbing a silver wedding band off the desk. Wordlessly, he holds it up to Buck, who slips it on, signaling the end of their little scene. He holds his husband close as he tries not to bite his board member’s head off, repeating once more that, No, you cannot fire your assistant; I’m not replacing him again.

Eddie’s had this conversation more times than he’d like, but he doesn’t give a shit what this board member says, because Eddie is the CEO, he’ll do whatever he pleases.

Buck sags into his body, still wearing the maid dress, but he’s changed out his garter belt and white stockings for a pair of sweatpants, and he’s wrapped in a blanket he stole from Eddie’s couch. Which is only there for Buck, so he supposes it’s really Buck’s blanket; they have an abundance of blankets around the house for Buck, because Eddie loves his husband, and his husband loves being warm.

If they’ve spent way too much money on blankets, nobody needs to know but them.

Finally, Eddie placates the board member enough and swiftly cuts the call to welcome his boneless husband into his arms, kissing Buck’s head as the six-foot-two man somehow manages to curl up on Eddie’s lap and tuck his head under his jaw. “You good, tesoro?” Eddie murmurs, running a hand up and down Buck’s side softly, kissing his head once more.

“Mm, yeah,” Buck mumbles, yawning at the end of his sentence. “Felt good.” Buck sighs softly, sagging into Eddie’s body further as he smiles, holding his husband close. It’s not often they play this little maid roleplay, as sometimes, Buck gets way too into the cleaning, and Eddie has to redirect the blond back to the actual reason they started the scene. Seriously, his wonderful husband decided to scrub the grout back to the original color midway through a scene, and Eddie had to stand there and wonder how he got there.

Their grout is back to its original white, though.

“Good,” Eddie hums, leaning back in his chair as he lets his husband float about in his arms, warm and safe in them. “Why don’t you take a little nap while I finish up these emails? I’ll take myself offline for the rest of the day after this batch. We can watch something after your nap.” Eddie proposes, watching Buck perk up. Buck always enjoys naps at the end of scenes, letting him back in that floaty, warm headspace he gets into.

“M’kay,” he mumbles, kissing Eddie’s throat and wiggling in his lap. “Gotta carry me, though. M’legs won’t work anymore,” Eddie rolls his eyes, but dutifully sweeps Buck up into his arms, adjusting his hold till he’s got the blond in a princess carry. It’s a careful dance to get out of his chair without dropping Buck or having him slip, but he manages like always.

Eddie walks Buck over to the couch, which is already set up for a post-scene nap, and he gently lays his half-asleep husband down on it. “I’ll be done in an hour, but I’ll let you sleep for however long you want, okay?” Eddie whispers, kissing Buck’s forehead and running his hand through slightly damp curls. He tucks Buck under another two blankets, swaddling his beautiful treasure.

“’Kay,” Buck whispers, yawning softly. His lashes flutter, baby blue eyes disappearing behind flaxen eyelashes, and Buck is out like a light within a minute, maybe less. Eddie smiles softly, watching his husband nap for another minute before his laptop chimes again as another email rolls in, making him drop his head and groan silently into the palms of his hands.

Goddamn emails.