Adriel's whole body jerked. He realized in that moment that he was hard; rock hard, aching, desperate. He hadn't even noticedit happening, hadn't felt the transition from zero to sixty. But now, with Landen's thigh pressed against him, he couldn't feel anything else.
A small whimper escaped his mouth. His hips twitching, a small, helpless movement.
Landen growled at the sound. Low and rough, vibrating against Adriel's skin. His hand came up, gripped Adriel's chin, forced his face up.
"So needy for me," he whispered. "So desperate." His eyes were black with want, pupils blown wide. "Fuck, you are perfect, baby."
Adriel flushed bright red. The words hit him somewhere deep; shame and pleasure tangled together, a knot he couldn't unravel.
Landen kissed him again. Softer this time, but no less intense. His tongue slid against Adriel's in slow, deliberate strokes that made his knees weak. Adriel clung to him, kissed him back, lost himself completely.
The phone rang, shattering the moment like glass.
Adriel jumped. His eyes flew open, wide and panicked. His brain, which had been drowning in Landen, came back online with a jolt.
Landen stepped back, walked quickly to his desk and picked up the phone. His voice, when he spoke, was slightly rough, barely noticeable unless you were listening for it.
"Landen Waters."
Adriel stayed where he was. Back still pressed against the door. Breathing hard. Heart racing so fast he could feel it in his throat, in his temples, in every pulse point Landen's mouth had justbeen on. He stared at Landen's back, at the set of his shoulders, at the way his hand gripped the phone a little too tight.
The manuscript was on the floor. He looked down at it. Somehow, his body remembered how to move, and he bent, picked it up, straightened just as Landen said goodbye to whoever was on the other line.
Adriel didn't know what to do.
Should he say something? Should he leave? Should he pretend this hadn't happened? The whiplash was disorienting; one moment lost in Landen's mouth, the next standing here in the silent aftermath, unsure of anything.
"I..." he started.
Landen turned and looked at him. His eyes were blazing. Dark. Pupils so wide they almost swallowed the color. He looked at Adriel the way you look at something you're about to devour.
Then he walked around his desk. Approached slowly. Stopped just inches away.
"I'm sorry." His voice was low. Rough. "I shouldn't have... not here..."
Adriel nodded, throat tight. Landen was so close again, close enough that he could feel the warmth of him, could smell him, could see the way his chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths.
"It's fine," Adriel managed. "I..." He looked away. Couldn't hold that gaze.
Landen's hand caught his chin. Gently this time. He pulled Adriel's face up until their eyes met.
"I'm not sorry for kissing you," Landen said quietly. "I'm not sorry for touching you." His forehead pressed against Adriel's.His mouth was a breath away. "I just shouldn't have done that here."
Adriel's breath stuttered as Landen's thumb swiped across his bottom lip. He whimpered at the contact, his lips falling open slightly without permission.
Landen hummed. Low and approving.
"I can't help it," he whispered. "You make me lose control." His thumb pressed against Adriel's lip, just barely. "I see this pretty mouth and all I can think about is how good it'd look wrapped around my cock."
Adriel moaned. His mouth fell open further. Landen's thumb slipped inside, lay heavy against his tongue. The taste of him, salt and skin and something that was justLanden, flooded Adriel's senses.
"You want that, don't you?" Landen asked. His nose dragged across Adriel's temple. Inhaled him.
Adriel nodded. Quickly. Eagerly. His lips closed around Landen's thumb and sucked, just once, but the sound Landen made in response was worth the embarrassment.
"Fuck." Landen's head fell forward, into the crook of Adriel's neck. "Such a good boy." His voice was wrecked. "You'll be the death of me."
Adriel thought it was the other way around.
