One of his hands drifted to the end of his shirt and then slipped underneath it, making its way up Nate’s chest to tweak at his right nipple. When he got the reaction he wanted and Nate jerked in his hold, he did it again before moving on to the next bud. “I’m waiting, babe.”
Nate struggled to keep focused, but it was hard to do with Kaz so skillfully playing his body. His moans grew in volume, but he was too far gone to notice or care about being overheard by any of the workers who may or may not be passing by the office.
“Focus on me,” Kaz suggested in a silky tone, laughing again when Nate made a frustrated noise. “Less than ten minutes before the meeting now.”
To buy himself another moment, Nate rocked forward and captured Kaz’s mouth with his own. The kiss was frenzied, and he poured all of his longing into it as he widened his thighs to better accommodate Kaz’s thrusting cock.
A few months ago, if anyone had told him he’d be here, bound while he was fucked senseless by a guy like KazimirAmbrose, he would have laughed in their face. Now he was practically begging for it, wishing they were back home where they could make good on Kaz’s threats and allow this to last for hours. After, Nate would shower while his Hotshot made them dinner, and they’d end up cuddling on the couch watching one of the true crime shows they were both obsessed with.
It sounded good enough it was tempting to call off the meeting with Annya and head home early. But Nate had never been one to shirk his responsibilities, and besides.
Not giving in now meant there was something for him to look forward to later.
“I love you,” he pulled back enough to whisper the words against Kaz’s lips, smirking triumphantly when Kaz’s hips slowed and came to a stop. “What? Not good enough for you?”
“Say that again,” he ordered, only to have Nate shake his head stubbornly.
“The deal—” Nate yelped, not quiet at all, as Kazimir lifted him and dropped him down on his cock, driving in deep enough he saw stars.
“Say that again, Pretty Boy,” Kazimir urged, swiveling so he could press Nate back against the wall, pinning him between two hard surfaces as he started to move again. The framed photographs rattled as he pounded into him, clearly uncaring if they were overheard either. “I love you so much.” He started stroking Nate’s dick in time with his thrusts. “I’ve been waiting so long for you to feel the same. Say it back, babe. Say it again.”
The clock on the wall mocked Nate, reminding him that there wasn’t any time left for him to keep teasing. He grabbed Kaz’s face and kissed him again, just as desperately as before, grinding down on him for good measure.
“I love you, Kaz,” he said, gasping when he felt Kazimir’s cock explode deep inside of him. He grunted as he was filled, the sensation causing him to tip over the edge himself. His dickspurted between them, and Kaz kept pumping his fist, ringing him dry, completely uncaring of the mess he was making of their shirts.
Nate went boneless as soon as he was finished, slumping over Kazimir, their mingled pants the only sound filling the room for a long while as they both came down from their highs.
“I’ve got to put you down, babe,” Kaz broke the silence first, clicking his tongue when Nate made a sound of protest. “I have to clean you up. You’re going to be late.”
“Screw that. We’re the boss.”
He snorted. “It’s cute of you to say, but we both know you don’t mean that.”
Nate had been working hard on his people-pleasing, but there were still things he found difficult. Making people wait on him was one of them. Although, he was still of a mind that was simply common decency. Still, call it whatever, Kaz was right.
He groaned and lifted his head from Kazimir’s shoulder. “I don’t want to move.”
“You don’t have to yet,” he reassured, shifting to plop Nate back down on the desk. He undid the leather straps binding him and dropped the harness under the desk out of view of the door in case they forgot about it after. Then he planted a palm on the center of Nate’s chest and eased him back down until he was lying over the smooth surface.
He pursed his lips. “Kaz?”
“You wanted me to clean you off, remember?” Kaz eased Nate’s thighs wide and lowered with a mischievous grin. “I’m only doing what you asked.”
“Kaz.” Nate’s eyes drifted closed despite his protests when he felt the first swipe of that tongue against his abused hole.
“Just be a good boy and take it.” Kazimir licked and sucked at him, seemingly pleased with himself when he had Natewrithing all over again in less than two minutes. “Boyfriend, or Onus?”
“What?” Nate frowned, barely keeping up as he struggled to keep himself from getting hard all over again.
“Boyfriend,” Kaz repeated, “or Onus? Which will it be?”
Nate cried out when he worked a finger past his entrance and curled it against his prostate. “You promised.”
“I said I’d let you come quick and clean you off after,” Kaz agreed. “That’s what I’m doing, Pretty Boy. Don’t worry. We’ll be done in time for your meeting. I’ll get you off quick. Just need you to give me an answer first.” He slipped in another finger.
Nate had originally asked him to hold off until after he’d healed from the blaster shot to his thigh. But then they’d gotten distracted with moving him in and reforming the business—which was no longer called Quartet Air—and…They’d sort of just never brought it up again. Honestly, he was impressed that Kaz had held back this long. There was little doubt that he’d wanted to ask about it sooner but hadn’t for Nate’s sake since he’d already been adjusting to so much.
That was…kind of sweet.
