“You say that like you have something specific in mind.”
“I have many specifics in mind.” Viggo licked his lips, shooting Bjorn a heavy-lidded glance. He started listing things on his fingers. “I want to fuck you while you fuck him. I want to tie him up and watch you take him apart, and most of all, I want the two of us to fuck his hole together.”
Bjorn whimpered, the tight press of his jeans against his cock nothing compared to what the vise-like tight heat of Sebastian’s hole would feel like.
“Is that even possible?” he asked, grinding his palm down on his bulge, stroking himself through the denim.
Viggo’s grin was pure evil. “Yes, though we’ll have to train his hole to take it. It might take a while, but if we work hard, we’ll have him split open on our knots eventually.”
“Jesus,” Bjorn whispered, licking his lips. He chuckled, a little nervous. “I almost feel bad for him.”
“Don’t.” Viggo reached over and put his hand on top of Bjorn’s thigh. “We’re not going to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do, and we’ll make sure he enjoys himself every step of the way.”
“Yeah?” Bjorn grinned, placing his hand on top of Viggo’s and dragging it up to his bulge. “How are we going to do that?”
Viggo flashed his teeth in a lecherous grin, leaning forward and putting his drink down on the coffee table. He rose up and straddled Bjorn’s lap, knees planted on either side of Bjorn’s thighs, and grabbed him by the hair. He pulled his head back to expose his throat. Leaning down, mouth on Bjorn’s jugular, he licked up to Bjorn’s ear and growled, “Want me to show you?”
Bjorn whimpered, hands clutching at Viggo’s shirt under his suit jacket, pulling him close.
That was all the answer Viggo needed to get to work.
* * *
The next morning, Bjorn woke up feeling fantastic and ready to go to work. He went for a quick run, needing to burn off some energy, after which he had breakfast with Viggo in the kitchen.
“You look good.”
Bjorn looked up from tying his boots, rising up and bending his neck to give Viggo a kiss.
“Thanks,” he said, looking at himself in the mirror. His knee-high brown boots were polished to a glossy shine, his uniform pants and shirt fit like a glove, and his belt was fastened tightly around his waist. He looked handsome enough, he supposed. He turned to Viggo, who looked like a movie star in his navy blue suit and steel gray tie. “Have you seen my hat?”
Bjorn’s Stetson hat hadn’t been in the walk-in closet with the rest of his uniform, nor had it been in the closet in the outer hall.
“It’s on top of the washing machine,” Viggo said.
“What’s it doing there?” Bjorn put his hands on his belt, turning around to look at his ass in the mirror. While he didn’t have Viggo’s insane bubble-butt, it was still pretty beefy. He wondered if Sebastian would like to eat it.
“No idea.” Viggo walked up to him and cupped his ass. “Still not doing your squats, I see.”
Bjorn punched him and snorted out a laugh. “Fuck you. My ass is a masterpiece. Yours is just fat.”
“Excuses, excuses.” Viggo gave his glutes another squeeze. He leaned in and kissed the back of his neck. “Seriously though, I love your tight ass. You should come to work with me and sit on my cock all day, warming my knot.”
Bjorn turned around and squeezed the knot in question. “How would you get any work done staring at my back all day? You’re a little short to have a cock warmer.”
Viggo reared back, expression turning cocky and challenging just the way Bjorn liked. “Short? Get on your knees and we’ll see who’s short.”
Happily, Bjorn sank to his knees. He reached out and grabbed Viggo by his belt, pulling him back to keep kneading at his crotch. “Like this?” He looked up, sliding his knees further apart and sinking down to mouth at Viggo’s cock through his suit. He looked up at him through his lashes. “Do you feel tall, now?”
Viggo growled and wrestled him to the floor, unbuckling his belt and yanking down his uniform pants, spitting onto his hole with a snarl.
“I’ll show you fucking tall,” he growled, making Bjorn grin as his face was mashed into the floor. Viggo freed his cock from his suit and, without any prep, aimed it at his hole andmountedhim.
Bjorn gritted his teeth, the dry friction of Viggo’s cock punching into his hole the best kind of agony.
Viggo fucked him like an enraged animal, hips pumping furiously until he dropped down on top of him, pushing his fingers into Bjorn’s mouth and coming with a grunt that almost sounded like he was being tortured.
Legs trapped by the pants around his thighs, boots on his feet, and Viggo a heavy weight on top of him, Bjorn moaned as Viggo’s knot pushed his hole to expand even further.
