Bael is kissing me and I’m losing my mind.

Actually losing it.

Every coherent thought I had thirty seconds ago has evaporated under the assault of his mouth on mine, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, the solid weight of him beneath me.

I’m straddling his lap in his office chair in the middle of the workday and I cannot bring myself to care about any of the reasons this is a terrible idea.

His hands slide down, grab my ass, squeeze hard enough to make me gasp against his mouth.

The sound seems to do something to him because suddenly he’s breaking the kiss, lips moving to my neck instead, finding that spot just below my ear that makes my whole body go taut.

I make a noise, embarrassing and desperate, and I swear I feel him smile against my skin.

Smug bastard.

Then he’s standing, lifting me with him like I weigh nothing, and I barely have time to wrap my legs around his waist before he’s setting me on the desk.

His hips press forward immediately, grinding his cock against mine through our pants, and whatever thought I was trying to form dies completely.

Fuck.

He’s so hard.

I can feel every inch of him even through the layers of fabric, can feel how much he wants this, and it does something dangerous to my self-control.

My head falls back and he takes advantage, mouth on my throat, teeth grazing sharp enough to sting before his tongue soothes.

One hand fists in my hair, tilting my head exactly where he wants it.

The other is already working on my shirt buttons with that same efficient precision he applies to everything.

Even now.

Even when he’s got me spread out on his desk in the middle of the afternoon with his cock hard against mine.

The shirt falls open and cool air hits my chest for maybe half a second before his mouth is there.

Hot and wet and moving lower with clear intent.

I try to touch him back, hands sliding under his shirt, finding the hard muscles of his stomach, needing to feel his skin, needing—

He grabs my hair again, yanks my head back with enough force to make me gasp, and latches onto my neck.

Sucking hard.

Hard enough that I know it’ll mark.

Hard enough that everyone will see it later and know exactly what it is.

"Bael," I manage, and my voice is already wrecked.

He doesn’t answer.

Just moves lower, one hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, possessive and controlling in a way that makes heat coil low in my stomach.

His mouth finds my nipple and I stop breathing entirely.

Oh god.

The sensation shoots straight down my spine, makes my hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking friction that isn’t enough.

He uses his teeth.

Gentle at first, testing, then harder when I make a choked sound that’s half gasp, half moan.

I’m gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles have gone white, trying to anchor myself, trying not to fall apart completely when we’ve barely started.

His mouth moves across my chest, tongue tracing patterns I can’t track, teeth leaving marks I’ll feel tomorrow, and I’m making sounds I can’t control.

High and desperate and completely shameless.

Then he’s kissing me again.

Rough this time.

Demanding in a way that makes my brain shut down and my body take over.

His tongue in my mouth, his hand still around my throat, his other hand sliding down my back to grab my ass again and squeeze.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to speak, voice rough and low against my lips.

"Get up."

Not a request.

A command.

And before I can process it his hand comes down hard on my ass, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet office, making me gasp.

"Stand up," he says again, and I do.

Automatically.

My body obeying before my brain even registers the words.

He positions me in front of him, turns me slightly, and I realize he’s leaning back against the desk now, looking at me with eyes so dark they’re almost black.

Then his hand is in my hair again, gentler this time but still controlling, guiding me down.

"On your knees."

Oh.

Oh fuck.

My legs feel shaky as I sink down, knees hitting the floor in the space where his chair was before it got pushed back during... everything.

Looking up at him from here makes my heart race for entirely new reasons.

He looks like he’s barely holding himself together.

Jaw tight, breathing controlled but not quite steady, one hand still in my hair while the other rests on the desk behind him like he needs the support.

"Unbuckle my pants."

His voice is level but there’s an edge underneath that makes my hands shake slightly as I reach up.

I work the belt loose first, fingers fumbling slightly, then the button, then the zipper.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Watching his face the whole time because I want to see his reaction, want to see that control crack.

His cock springs free to my face when I push his pants down and I have to actively stop myself from just taking him in my mouth immediately.

He’s so hard it has to hurt.

Thick and flushed and already leaking, and the sight of him like this, wanting me this badly, makes something hot and possessive curl in my chest.

I wrap my hand around him and he makes a low sound in his throat that goes straight to my dick.

"No hands."

The command is quiet but absolute.

"Just your mouth."

I look up at him.

He’s watching me with that intense focus that makes me feel like nothing else in the world exists right now except me and him and this.

His hand tightens slightly in my hair.

Waiting.

I lean forward and lick the tip, taste him, and feel his grip tighten further.

Then I take him in my mouth properly.

As much as I can manage, which isn’t all of him, not even close, but I work with what I can reach. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Tongue and suction and no hands like he said, just my mouth on him, taking him as deep as I can before pulling back.

His hand guides my head, sets the rhythm, not forcing but definitely controlling the pace.

And I let him.

Let him use my mouth however he wants while I focus on breathing through my nose and relaxing my throat and the filthy sounds he’s making above me.

Low groans and sharp intakes of breath and his fingers tightening in my hair every time I do something he particularly likes.

And once, just once, my name.

"Runze...!"

It comes out rough, almost broken, and something in my chest clenches painfully at hearing it like that.

Like he can’t help himself.

Like saying my name is involuntary.

Then he’s pulling me up, hauling me to my feet with the hand in my hair, and before I can get my bearings he’s turning me around.

Bending me over the desk.

My hands brace against the smooth wood surface, still warm from where I was sitting earlier.

My ass is in the air, pants still on but pulled down, and I can feel him behind me, can feel the heat of him even though we’re not touching.

I’m expecting him to fuck me.

Expecting to feel his cock pressing in, stretching me open, filling me completely.

Instead I feel something wet and cool against my hole and my entire brain stops working.

"Arrgh!"

That’s not...

That’s his tongue.

Bael has gotten on his knees behind me and is licking my ass—

The pleasure hits so hard and so unexpectedly that I forget to be embarrassed.

Forget that we’re in his office in the middle of the workday with the door unlocked.

Forget everything except the feeling of his tongue on me, pressing in with careful pressure, opening me up with the kind of focused attention he usually reserves for contract negotiations.

My legs are actually shaking now.

My hands are gripping the edge of the desk so hard my fingers ache.

"Nngh...!"

I’m making sounds I can’t control, high and desperate and completely shameless, and I don’t even care.

Can’t care when he’s doing this to me, when Bael Wuchen is on his knees with his face buried in my ass like he wants to be there, like this was his idea.

And then the pressure builds.

Impossibly fast.

Too fast.

My whole body going tight, every muscle tensing, pleasure coiling at the base of my spine and spreading outward.

I’m going to cum from this.

From just his tongue and nothing else.

"Oh shit," I gasp, and it’s the only warning I can manage before my orgasm hits.

Right there.

Bent over Bael’s desk with his tongue in my ass and his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady.

Cuming so hard my vision whites out completely, my whole body going rigid, barely managing to stay upright while waves of pleasure crash through me.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

What just happened?