The Suit Stays On

The jacket was the fetish. The rest was permission.

Alex was thirty-six. His boyfriend Ren was forty-two, still in the work suit, tie loosened, and hard because Alex had texted don't change, I want the suit. They had a word. They had used it once, early, and trusted it.

"Kneel. Mouth on the zip. Then on me."

Alex knelt. He mouthed the suit zip, the wool, the belt, then took Ren's cock out and sucked him, hungry, one hand fisted in the jacket. Ren held his hair and fucked his mouth until Alex gagged and tapped, and Ren eased off, and Alex pulled him back.

"On the jacket. I want it on the lapel. Then you lick it."

Ren came across the dark wool. Alex licked it clean, then licked him, then bent over the sofa and asked to be fucked with the jacket still on. Ren pushed in. Alex came on the cushion with wool against his back. Ren came inside him and stayed there, suit ruined in the only way that mattered.

"Same suit Friday," Alex said. "Don't dry-clean it."

Ren stopped changing when he got home on Fridays. Alex met him at the door already on his knees. Zip, wool, cock, lapel. The order held. Alex sucked him, took the come on the jacket, licked it, and bent over the sofa to be fucked with the suit still on. He came. Ren came in him. They ate noodles with the jacket on the chair between them, stained, claimed. Alex said he wanted it worse, straight from the office, no stops. Ren said he would keep the tie on too. Monday Alex was hard at his desk remembering the wool. The dry-cleaner remained forbidden. The suit remained the point. Friday remained holy.

Ren kept the tie on, as threatened. Alex knelt, mouthed the zip and the wool and the silk, and sucked him until Ren came on the lapel. Alex licked it. Then the sofa, jacket on, cock in, Alex coming with wool on his back. They did not dry-clean. Friday gained a second bag by the door that was not a gym bag and did not need to be. Alex started texting don't change from the office. Ren started getting hard in the lift. The suit was the fetish and the permission and the holy day. Noodles happened after. The lapel happened first. The order was the whole evening.

The lift became a problem. Ren got hard between floors because Alex had texted the word suit. At home the order held. Kneel, zip, mouth, lapel, lick, sofa, come. Alex slept with the jacket over him once, which was ridiculous and perfect. Ren fucked him at dawn with the tie still on. They were late. The dry-cleaner remained a myth. Friday remained the holy day. Alex started arriving early to kneel in the hall. Ren started unzipping before the door was shut. The wool had a job. So did the mouth.

Alex met the suit before he met the man, which Ren allowed. Kneel, wool, zip, cock, lapel, lick, bend, come. The order was a liturgy. They ate late. The jacket dried on the chair and was worn again uncleaned, which was the point. Ren fucked him at dawn with the tie on and came on the lapel so the morning had a task. Alex was hard in meetings. Friday could not come fast enough. When it did, the door was barely shut and the zip was already in his mouth. The dry-cleaner had no appointment. The suit had all of them.

Friday started in the lift and finished on the sofa and began again at dawn. Alex knelt. Ren kept the tie. The lapel took the come. The mouth took the clean-up. The wool took the fuck. They were late and unbothered. The second bag by the door was just the jacket, ready. Alex texted from bed on Saturday, half hard, don't wash it. Ren replied already didn't. The liturgy held. The dry-cleaner remained fictional. The suit remained the most honest thing either of them owned.

Dawn was the tie and the lapel and Alex's mouth. Ren came on the wool and watched the cleaning and fucked him again before the shirt was considered. Friday started earlier every week. The lift was a hazard. The hall was a chapel. The sofa was the altar. Noodles were communion. The dry-cleaner was a myth they enjoyed. Alex slept under the jacket and woke hard and the order began before either of them had spoken. The suit had never been so honest. Neither had they.

The jacket stayed on. He came on the lapel. The mouth cleaned it. The sofa took the rest. Friday remained the holy day and the dry-cleaner remained a fiction.