"That's it," I say, the words appearing without conscious thought. My hands find his hips, helping guide his movements, adding pressure. "Take what you need."
Devon's rhythm falters, his eyes flying open to meet mine. "Fuck, Ace—"
"I've got you."
He grinds down harder, faster, chasing his orgasm with single-minded determination, and I drink in every single second, watching the flush spread across his face, and his lips part, and his whole body tense up.
"Close," he gasps out. "I'm so—fuck."
"Come. Come for me."
That does it.
Devon's whole body goes rigid, his back arching like a bow, and he comes with a broken moan that goes straight to my already-spent dick. His hips jerk erratically, grinding through the aftershocks, and I hold him through all of it.
When he finally stills, he collapses forward like a puppet with cut strings, forehead dropping to my shoulder.
We stay frozen like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, the windows completely fogged up around us, creating our own little world.
"Holy shit," Devon finally says, voice muffled against my shirt.
"Yeah."
He lifts his head, and we're close again, close enough I can see the gold flecks scattered through his irises like treasure.
"So," he says, grinning. "Still straight?"
I laugh, breathless. "Shut up."
"Make me."
I do. I kiss him, and he kisses back, slow and lazy this time, like we have all the time in the world and nowhere else to be.
Then, both our phones erupt at the same time, multiple notifications detonating simultaneously.
We break apart, and Devon groans like he's been mortally wounded. "What now?"
I grab my phone from where it's been staging a protest in my pocket, and—
Fifty-three unread messages in the group chat.
Wall's calling. Again.
"Maybe you should—" Devon starts, pulling out his own phone.
I answer. "What?"
"FINALLY." He sounds frantic, borderline hysterical. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Busy. Where's the fire?"
"Check your damn texts. Now."
He hangs up before I can respond.
Devon and I look at each other, then at my phone as I pull up the messages.
Petrov:EMERGENCY
