Julius felt the heat of the alcohol and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He wasn’t afraid anymore. The fear had turned into something sharper, something more dangerous.

He reached up and slowly began to undo the buttons of his suit jacket. He let the jacket slide off his shoulders, letting it hit the floor in a heap. He started on the buttons of his white shirt, moving with an agonizing slowness.

"You like watching me, don’t you?" Julius asked. His voice was low, laced with a taunt that made Harrison’s eyes darken even further. "You’ve been doing it for months. Watching me work. Watching me with Helen. Always hiding in the shadows."

"Is this what you wanted, Harrison?" Julius challenged, stepping closer into the center of the room. "To finally get me behind a locked door? To see if I’m as easy to break as you think I am?"

Harrison’s jaw tightened. "You talk too much, Julius."

"Maybe I just like seeing you lose that perfect control," Julius whispered. He reached the last button and pulled the shirt open, exposing his chest to the cool air. "You act like a king, but right now, you look like a man who’s starving. Go ahead. Take what you want. Or are you just going to keep staring?"

That was the final straw.

Harrison moved so fast Julius didn’t have time to blink. He closed the distance in a single stride, his hands reaching out. He didn’t gently unbutton the rest of the shirt; he grabbed the collar and ripped it. The sound of the clothes tearing and popping buttons filled the room.

Julius gasped, his hands flying to Harrison’s chest, but he didn’t pull away. Harrison crowded him back, his body a wall of solid muscle. He grabbed Julius’s waist and lifted him, carrying him toward the large bed in the center of the room.

He tossed him onto the mattress and followed him down, pinning Julius’s wrists against the pillows. "You want to taunt me?" Harrison hissed, his face inches away. "You want to see me lose control? Careful what you wish for, baby. Because I’m not going to be gentle."

Harrison’s mouth found his in a terrifying hunger. His hands moved over Julius, possessive and rough, claiming every inch of skin he’d tried to hide.

Julius tangled his fingers in Harrison’s hair, his mind finally going quiet as he gave in to the sensation. Harrison moved down, his mouth marking Julius’s neck and collarbone. He left bruises that would turn dark by morning, branding him.

He stripped the rest of Julius’s clothes off, then shoved his own trousers down. Harrison sat back on his heels for a second, looking at Julius lying there, flushed and panting.

He reached out, his hand finding Julius’s dick. He rubbed him slowly at first, then faster, his thumb catching the head of Julius’s dick as his other hand moved to his balls.

"Fuck, Harrison... please," Julius moaned loudly. He arched his back, his head falling back into the mattress. He had no idea why he was begging, only that the friction was making his vision blur.

"Don’t beg now," Harrison whispered, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "I’m about to ruin you."

Harrison flipped him over onto his stomach. The movement was sudden, and the words sent a jolt straight to Julius’s stomach. Harrison spread Julius’s cheeks, his touch firm and demanding.

The next thing that happened, Julius wasn’t prepared for.

Harrison leaned down, his tongue hot and wet against Julius’s asshole.

"Fucking hell," Julius choked out into the pillow. The sensation was foreign and intense, giving him instant goosebumps.

"Fuck, baby, you taste so good," Harrison groaned against his skin.

Harrison didn’t stop. He added two fingers, moving them in a deep, stretching rhythm that made the world go blurry for Julius.

"Shhh, baby. Let me hear you say my name. Just mine... huh?" Harrison prompted, his voice a low rasp.

"Harrison.. urghh, fuck me... please," Julius begged, his fingers clutching at the bedsheets.

Harrison pulled his fingers out fast. Julius felt the tip of Harrison’s dick teasing him, moving slowly against his entrance. Julius was hard as fuck, leaking and desperate.

Harrison pushed in slowly, a deep, heavy fill that made Julius cry out. It felt like he was being torn open and filled up all at once.

"Fuck... I missed this," Harrison groaned, his voice breaking. "I missed having you like this."

"Oh my God, Harrison, faster please!"

Harrison suddenly pulled out, making Julius gasp in shock. Harrison grabbed him by the waist and dragged him toward the edge of the bed, then toward a heavy table near the window.

He bent Julius over the table and pushed back in with one hard, punishing thrust.

"Ahhh, yes... fuck yes!" Julius moaned as Harrison took him.

Harrison’s movements became faster, hitting him deep, finding spots Julius never knew existed. Julius’s toes curled against the floor. Harrison reached forward, pulling Julius’s hair back to expose his throat, his grip tight and possessive.

"Fuck, I’m going to cum, baby," Harrison growled. He didn’t slow down for a second, hitting Julius hard and raw.

"Please... Harrison," Julius moaned out loud, his cum spilling out. Julius knew then that no matter what happened tomorrow, he belonged to this man.

Harrison pulled out at the last second, his cum hitting Julius’s back. He stayed there for a moment, leaning his forehead against Julius’s shoulder, both of them panting. Sweat matted Harrison’s hair and dripped down his chest.

Julius’s legs were shaking so badly he could barely stand. He turned around, looking at Harrison, completely dazed.

"If you look at me longer, I might not stop," Harrison said lowly. He reached out and grabbed Julius’s face, his thumb rubbing over his lower lip. He tilted his head, his dark eyes scanning Julius’s body.

"Are you still hard, Julius?"

Julius looked down. He was. His dick was still aching, still throbbing for more of him.

"Yes," he whispered, trying to look away.

Harrison gripped his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. We have all night, and I plan on making sure you can’t even remember Helen’s name by the time the sun comes up."

Julius’s eyes widened. He realized then that he wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, and for the first time, he didn’t care.