Apollo pushed open a door labeled 'Meeting Room 1' and went inside. Lachlan took a deep breath, prepared for Apollo to berate him, and followed.
"You asked what—" Lachlan began, but Apollo grabbed him and pinned him against the wall. Apollo's lips crashed down on his, the softness of his mouth clashing with the aggressive way he kissed.
Lachlan groaned and pulled Apollo up against him, his tongue slipping into his mouth. It didn't matter they were in enemy territory or that it went against all of Lachlan's training to be this distracted.
After years of waiting and wanting, the whole building could burn down around them, and it wouldn't matter because Apollo Greatdrakes was kissing him.
"I didn't want to share this with everyone. Just us," Apollo said breathlessly before kissing him again.
Lachlan's hands slid under his jacket, the soft lace of Apollo's shirt unable to hide the heat rising off his skin. Apollo's eyes flashed golden, and Lachlan pulled back.
"Is this you or your dragon? Because I don't?—"
"It's both of us. We are in total agreement on what we want for once," Apollo assured him.
"And what's that?"
Apollo moved to kiss his ear, "We want you to beg."
His teeth closed on his ear lobe and bit hard. Lachlan gasped, his dick aching. His heart almost gave out as Apollo dropped to his knees. He grabbed Lachlan by the hips and ran his face over his already leaking dick.
"Oh, fuck. Are you sure you want to do this here? We are meant to be on a job," Lachlan stammered.
"Val will be occupied for at least another half an hour." Apollo gave him a wicked smile. "Sobeg."
Lachlan had never begged for anything in his life, but this was Apollo. He was learning that he would give him anything he wanted just to keep his attention on him. He could only stare in wonder as Apollo undid his belt and zipper and pulled his dick free.
"Fuck, Lachie, I have been thinking about this all day," Apollo said and stared up at him, eyes burning hot. Waiting.
Lachlan's voice was barely a whisper, "Please, Apollo, suck my dick?"
"Not really begging, but good enough," Apollo replied and closed his hot, wet mouth over him and sucked.
"Fucking hell," Lachlan breathed out. His whole body was frozen against the door, unable to move or look away from the glorious sight before him.
"Put your hands in my hair," Apollo demanded, sensing his hesitation.
"I didn't want to mess it up," Lachlan stammered. They were still wearing their masks, and something about it made it strangely hotter. Lachlan threaded his fingers into Apollo's soft curls. "Tell me if I am too rough."
"You couldn't be." Apollo smiled around his cock and bobbed back down on him.
Lachlan's fingers tightened in his hair, and he tried to control himself. He didn't want to come too early, but Apollo's mouth was sin itself. One of Apollo's hands moved to stroke his base, the other teasing his balls. Lachlan's eyes rolled back as he fought not to blow.
"Fuck, Apollo, you are too good at that," he whispered, unable to catch a proper breath.
Apollo licked up the side of his cock. "Eyes on me, Lachlan. I want you to watch."
"If I do that, I'm going to blow in about thirty seconds," he replied.
"Then blow. I can take anything you give me."
Lachlan fixed his eyes on Apollo's, a hazy look already on his face. Lachlan tightened his grip on his golden hair. "Then take a breath, baby, because I'm going to fuck that throat of yours raw."
Apollo only smiled at the challenge. Fuck, Lachlan was not going to last longer than a minute with him looking like that. He thrust into the perfect hot heat of Apollo's mouth. His eyes glowed golden, and he took everything that Lachlan gave him.
Apollo's hands pushed Lachlan's legs wider before he stroked his fingers through the saliva and precum on Lachlan's dick. He was staring up at him like Lachlan's dick in his mouth was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
"Gods, you're so beautiful, Apollo," Lachlan groaned. Apollo only took him further down his throat in response. His slicked-up fingers moved to trace from his taint to his ass, and Lachlan almost leaped out of his skin. "You cheeky bastard."
