The lobby of Vane Corp was a hive of whispers. News of the Miller family bankruptcy had hit the airwaves at dawn, and every employee was glued to their phone. But the real shock came when a black car, one everyone recognized as belonging to Harrison Moretti, pulled up to the front entrance.

​The doors opened, and Julius stepped out. He wasn’t wearing the suit he had on the night before. He was wearing clothes that were slightly too big for him—Harrison’s clothes.

​He didn’t look like a man whose world was falling apart. He walked with a slow, heavy confidence, his head held high. As he passed the front desk, he didn’t bother to pull up his collar.

​The dark, purple marks on his neck were clear for everyone to see. Harrison followed a step behind him, his hand resting possessively on the small of Julius’s back. The employees went silent, staring at the sight of the two most powerful men in the city walking side by side.

​They took the elevator to the top floor in silence. The moment they stepped into Julius’s private office, the tension that had been humming between them since they woke up snapped into focus.

​"The board is going to have questions," Julius said, turning to face Harrison. "They saw the news. They know the merger with the Millers is dead."

​"Let them ask," Harrison said, his voice a low rumble. He walked over to the windows and pulled the blinds shut, cutting off the view of the city. He turned back and locked the door with a soft click.

​"The Millers are gone. I’m taking over their assets, and I’m folding them into Vane Corp. You don’t need them, Julius. You have me."

​Julius looked at him, feeling that familiar heat rise in his chest. He was tired of talking about business. He was tired of the world outside that door.

​He wanted to show Harrison that he wasn’t just accepting the protection—he was surrendering to it.

​"I don’t care about the board," Julius whispered.

​He walked toward Harrison and sank slowly to his knees. Harrison gasped, his hands reaching out to grip Julius’s shoulders. Julius didn’t hesitate.

​He reached for Harrison’s belt, undoing it with steady fingers. He pulled the zipper down, and Harrison’s dick sprang free, already hard and throbbing.

​Julius looked up at him, his eyes dark with devotion. Then, he leaned forward and took him into his mouth.

​The office was quiet, the only sound being the sloppy noise of Julius’s mouth working on him. Harrison let out a long, shaky breath, his fingers digging into Julius’s hair.

​Julius moved his head slowly, taking him deep, his tongue swirling around the head of Harrison’s dick. He wanted to taste every bit of him. He wanted Harrison to know he belonged to him completely.

​"Fuck, Julius," Harrison groaned, his head falling back. "You’re so good at this."

​Julius looked up while still keeping Harrison in his mouth, his eyes focused on Harrison’s face. He could see the pleasure crossing the man’s features, the way his jaw was clenched.

​Julius used his hand to stroke the base, his thumb catching the pre-cum that was starting to leak out.

​Harrison’s movements became more frantic. He gripped Julius’s hair tighter, guiding him, pushing deeper into his throat. Julius welcomed it, his eyes watering but never moving away.

​"I’m going to cum, baby," Harrison warned, his voice a guttural rasp.

​Julius didn’t pull away. He stayed right there, taking the full force of Harrison’s release. He swallowed most of it, but as Harrison finished, he pulled back slightly.

​Harrison leaned down, his breathing rough. He reached out and caught the excess cum with his fingers, rubbing it all over Julius’s lips and chin.

​"Oh, you look so pretty for Daddy," Harrison whispered, his voice thick with pride. "Look at you. My cum dripping off your chin, your spit coating your lip. It’s perfect."

​Julius let out a soft moan, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. The sight made Harrison growl.

​He reached down and grabbed Julius’s arms, hauling him up from the floor.

​"See baby? Just from the sight of you, I’m already hard again," Harrison said, his eyes scanning Julius’s face. "Bend over for daddy. Now."

​Julius didn’t argue. He turned around and leaned over his large desk, his hands gripping the edge of the table.

​He heard Harrison spit into his hand, and a moment later, he felt that wetness being rubbed against his asshole. It was cold for a second before the heat of Harrison’s body replaced it.

​Harrison spread Julius’s cheeks wide, his eyes fixed on the entrance. "I want to see everything," Harrison hissed.

​He pushed inside Julius with one hard, heavy thrust. Julius cried out, his voice echoing in the empty room.

​It felt even bigger than the night before, a deep fill that hit every sensitive spot inside him.

​Harrison didn’t wait for him to adjust. He began to fuck him mercilessly, his movements fast and raw. The desk groaned under their weight.

​Julius watched over his shoulder, seeing Harrison’s dick disappearing in and out of him, his skin turning red from the friction.

​"You’re so tight," Harrison groaned. He reached around Julius’s body, his hand finding Julius’s dick.

​He started giving him a fast, hard handjob, timing his strokes with every thrust.

​"Ahhh, yes! Harrison, please!" Julius moaned, his head tossing from side to side.

​Harrison leaned down, his chest pressing against Julius’s back. He spit directly onto Julius asshole, the extra moisture making the sound of their bodies hitting even louder.

​He pushed in even deeper, his balls hitting against Julius’s ass with a heavy thud.

​"You’re mine, Julius," Harrison growled into his ear. "In this office, in that house, everywhere."

​Julius couldn’t even form words. He was lost in the sensation, his toes curling against the carpet. The combination of the deep thrusts and the hard grip on his dick was too much.

​He felt the pressure building, his vision going white at the edges.

​"Come for me, baby," Harrison commanded. "Show me how much you want it."

​Julius let out a loud, broken cry as he came, his cum hitting the surface of his desk. A second later, Harrison let out a deep roar, his body shaking as he filled Julius to the brim once again.

​They stayed like that for a long time, draped over the desk, their breathing the only sound in the locked room. Harrison didn’t pull out immediately.

​He stayed inside, his hands still holding Julius’s hips as if he were afraid Julius might vanish if he let go.

​"We’re not going back, Julius," Harrison whispered into the side of his neck.

​"I know," Julius panted, his forehead resting on the table. "I don’t want to."