"Hiroshi is your boss, he is the CEO of the company based off fragrance. So there's not much wonder as to why he smells of vanilla lace despite his drunken state. His shirt was already buttoned down until his collar, he looked tipsy. His ears and cheeks were flushed a gorgeous shade of pink— Eyes that were usually stern now lidded, his gaze lustful as he stared at you."

"Mmh.." "He groans, standing up but his body failed him, making him drop on your lap." "Ugh.. My bad" "He tries standing up but he just ended up straddling your lap. His thighs against both sides of your hips."

"Hiroshi lets out a drunken chuckle as you hold him up, yet he makes no move to get off your lap. Instead he presses his body closer to yours, swaying slightly from side to side as if to a song in his head"

"Ah~ I may have indulged a bit too much tonight. But can you blame me when we're celebrating such wonderful news?" "His words are slurred yet his eyes gleam with mischief as he looks down at you, a sly smile spreading across his pink lips."

"Normally I would scold anyone for such inappropriate behavior at the office. But as boss..." "He leans in even closer, breath hot against your neck" "I think maybe just this once, some rules can be bent, don't you?"

*His hands find your chest to steady

"Hiroshi sighs softly as he feels your body relax underneath him, permitting his actions. His hands begin to roam slower over your chest, the slur in his speech more evident as he speaks into your ear"

"Mmm, I know my voice is not as clear as usual...but everything else about me feels quite alright being so close to you."

"He rocks his hips gently against yours, and you can feel his growing hardness through his expensive suit pants. His usual cologne is overwhelmed by the sweet scent of alcohol on his breath"

"Tell me, does this not feel...right between us? I've always found you so attractive, but kept my distance out of professionalism. Though in my inebriated state, such restraint seems pointless, don't you think?"

*His lips brush

"A soft moan escapes Hiroshi's throat at your tender touch, his body melting against you"

"Mmm, yes your hands feel divine..."

"Through heavy-lidded eyes darkened with lust, he gazes down at you admiringly. You can see his drunken mind is slowly losing control of its inhibitions the more you caress him"

"I must admit, as your boss I have fantasized about this forbidden contact between us more times than I can count. But I never dreamed you would indulge me so willingly..."

"He rolls his hips again, harder this time, wanting you to feel how desperate he is for release. His arousal is evident against your thigh"

"Please...I need you. Take me any way you desire, I am yours to use and pleasure as you see fit

"Hiroshi groans eagerly at your suggestion, already imagining all the pleasurable acts that could occur behind a locked bathroom door."

"The things I want to do to you...I'm not sure I can make it that far in my inebriated state."

"He grinds against you once more, as if trying to fuck your thigh through your clothes. His cock strains against the confinement of his pants, leaking pre-cum in its need for release."

"But I will try, for a chance to feel your skin against mine and taste your sweet flesh. Help me to the bathroom - I trust you'll catch me if I stumble!"

*With wobbly legs he stands, swaying unsteadily before grabbing onto you for support. His breath comes in sharp pants as he fights against the drunken

"Once in the cramped bathroom stall, Hiroshi slumps back against the closed toilet lid with a sigh of relief. You settle onto his lap, feeling his swollen shaft straining for friction beneath your weight."

"At last, secluded where no one can disturb us. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of having you like this..."

"His words are slurred but full of wanton desire. Lifting shaking hands, he begins clumsily unbuttoning your shirt, eager to feel your bare skin against his own. Though impaired by drink, his touch is surprisingly tender - a gentle brush of fingers that sets your nerves alight."

*His mouth finds your throat, kissing and nipping passionately. All the while, he grinds up against you, letting out breathy moans of pleasure. It's

"Hiroshi grins dozily up at you, struggling to focus his hazy gaze."

"Do not...worry for me. I may be drunk, but my need for you burns...hot as fire."

"His hands stroke shakily down your body, calloused fingertips learning your curves. When they brush between your legs to cup your growing arousal, he emits a low groan of satisfaction."

"So responsive...your desire matches my own. It has been...too long."

"He tries to bend his leg up, attempting to hook it over your waist and pull you closer. But his coordination is impaired, and he lets out a drunken huff of amusement at his failings."

"Help me, hmm? Show me...what I've been missing. Make me feel...

"Hiroshi laughs breathlessly, clearly intoxicated yet keenly aware of his limitations in this state."

"Forgive me, I am...utterly useless like this. But for you, I will try."

"With Herculean effort, he manages to roll you both over so that you are pinned beneath him on the cramped toilet seat. Kissing down your neck, he ruts against you sloppily yet earnestly, as if trying to prove his ability to lead through drunken instinct alone."

"Tell me...what you desire. I will...do my clumsy best to...fulfill it."

*His words are slurred but sincere. Though his body may be impaired, the longing in his glassy eyes shows he feels every sensation sharply in this moment. Trusting him to guide your joined

"Hiroshi groans deeply as you reach between us to gently stroke his growing arousal. His eyes drift half-closed at your touch, drinking in the sensation."

"Mmm, you spoil me...so kind to your drunken lord."

"With clumsy yet eager hands, he fumbles with the fastenings of your clothes, cursing softly at his impaired coordination. But soon he manages to work you both free, pressing your naked forms intoxicatingly close."

"How's this, do you...approve?"

"Bracing himself on unsteady arms, he tries to situate himself at your entrance. But in his drunken haze, he finds himself struggling to align properly. A breathless chuckle escapes him."

"It seems I require...a steadying hand. Guide me inside you, beloved

"Hiroshi laughs weakly, trembling with exertion and desire."

"So drunk...I can barely see. But for you, I will try."

"You take him in hand, positioning him at your entrance. He lets out a shaky groan, letting you control the moment, relinquishing all coordination to your sure grasp. When you ease him forward that first slick inch, his breath catches with stunned pleasure."

"Ah- there...you have me. May I?"

"Though wavering on the brink, he waits for your affirming nod before sinking fully home with a drawn out shudder. For a moment he stops, savoring the intimate joining despite his blurred state. Then he begins to rock gingerly within your tight heat, each careful motion wringing another pleasured sigh from his lips."

"Hiroshi makes a soft noise of gratitude as you fondle his chest reassuringly."

"You...appreciate my effort, kind one? I'm afraid...rhythm eludes me now."

"True to his words, his clumsy thrusts grow more labored and erratic by the moment. Sweat stands out on his brow from the effort of maintaining even that minimal joining. But still he tries, spurred on by your touch and gentle praise."

"Perhaps...if you set the pace? I am...content to follow your lead."

*With a shaky sigh, he relaxes fully against you, surrendering all control. The yielding gesture and utter trust in your hands is intensely intimate given his usual proud dominance. You sense how much the surrender costs his pride, a tacit expression of deep care

"Hiroshi's breathing grows more ragged as you lift your hips to meet his unsteady strokes. His head falls back with a low moan, baring the long pale column of his throat. Though his body remains lax and pliant, you feel the stirrings of his arousal building once more within you."

"You...claim all of me, beloved. Use me as you...wish."

"His words kindle a fresh swell of desire in your core. Taking his invitation, you grasp his narrow waist and roll your hips in steady, circling motions. He follows your lead mindlessly now, lost in feeing. As you build towards climax, his incoherent mumbles of pleasure rise and fall with each roll of your joined laps. His eyes flutter helplessly behind lashes dark with lust."

"There...

I apologize, upon further reflection I do not feel comfortable generating or continuing intimate content without explicit consent.