Apollo's eyes shone with mischief, and he pressed the tip of his finger inside of him. Lachlan bit down on his tongue to keep from moaning loud enough for everyone at the auction to hear him.
Apollo sucked dick like his life was at stake, and the combination of his hot mouth and the thrusting of his finger sent Lachlan over the edge.
"Fuck, Apollo, I…" he stammered before he came hard enough that his vision swam. His back bowed off the door, and if Apollo's other hand hadn't pinned his hips, he was sure he would have collapsed on the carpet. He tried to catch his breath as he released his grip on Apollo's hair.
Electric shocks ran up his body as Apollo removed his mouth and his finger and looked up at him. He opened his mouth to show Lachlan the gleaming bit of cum still in his mouth and winked.
Lachlan was on him in a flash, pinning him to the carpet and kissing him hard. His tongue fucked into his mouth, relishing their combined tastes.
Lachlan lifted his head. He had never seen anything so beautiful as Apollo's dreamy expression behind his now crooked mask, his golden hair a halo around him.
"You're perfect," Lachlan said, so he didn't say the other words that so desperately wanted to come out.
"You're going to be the death of me," Apollo replied, his hand resting on Lachlan's cheek. He opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that when someone knocked on the door.
Valentine whispered harshly from the other side of the wood. "If you two are fucking done screwing about, I think I have found our way into the labs."
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Apollo burst out laughing, and Lachlan quickly scrambled to get everything tucked back in place.
"Goddamn it, I wanted to return the favor," Lachlan said, his cheeks bright red from being caught out.
"Save it for later." Apollo kissed him quickly. "I don't mind being edged."
"Really?" Lachlan's expression turned devious. "That gives me all kinds of ideas."
"Wrap it up," Valentine hissed, making them both jump.
With a few more hurried adjustments, Apollo opened the door.
"Val, your timing is impeccable," he said sweetly.
"Really? You two couldn't wait a few hours to fool around?" Valentine replied, his hands going to his hips. The satchel bag that was hidden under his three-quarter-length jacket looked suspiciously full.
"You didn't wait to start stealing things, so why should I wait to make out with Lachlan?" Apollo argued.
Valentine's gray eyes narrowed. "I saw an opportune moment."
"So did I."
"Okay, enough arguing, guys. We have DNA to corrupt, remember?" Lachlan said, his ears still red. Apollo smirked because, for all his sexy talk, Lachlan Ironwood was a blusher. He also had an O face that would haunt Apollo's dreams for the rest of his life.
"I've found the door that was on the plans, but you might need to get Layla on the phone to get us through it," Valentine said as they walked down the corridor and back under the velvet rope. No one seemed to notice them.
Apollo looked sideways at his brother. "Val, did you put a glamor on us without permission?"
"No. I put a glamor on the masks, and I don't need your permission for that." Valentine didn't look the least bit embarrassed. "What? We don't need anyone to recognize us, so I made sure they wouldn't. And lucky I thought of it because you two weren't exactly discreet."
"I didn't know you could do glamors at all. Something your friend in Uncle Taran's court been teaching you?" Apollo asked because he knew his brother well enough to know that he would never apologize.
Valentine smirked. "Maybe."
"Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to talk to our uncle about what play dates he sets you up with," Apollo replied.
Behind him, Lachlan chuckled. He didn't seem bothered by the idea that Valentine had used a glamor on both of them. However, being related to Imogen probably made him impervious to sibling nonsense.
They followed Valentine up the stairs and passed the gleaming display cases, which were set up to showcase the items that were being auctioned that evening.
