A ghost of a smile touched Cecil’s lips. His fingers stilled against Frederik’s chest, but he didn’t pull away. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that vibrated against Frederik’s skin.

"And you," Cecil murmured, his gaze locked on Frederik’s, "enjoy taking them from me. Don’t pretend you don’t."

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead of continuing with the buttons, Cecil’s hands slid up, his palms flattening against Frederik’s chest. He gave Frederik a firm push, bringing him up step by step until his back legs hit the edge of a chaise lounge. Frederik went down far too easily for a man that could kill three shadows if he wanted to.

Cecil followed him down, straddling his lap in one smooth, powerful motion, pinning Frederik down. The formal coat was a barrier between them, and Cecil’s patience had run out. He tugged at the lapels.

Frederik’s hands, no longer gentle, gripped Cecil’s hips. The vise of his control was finally and gloriously breaking. The alpha he had kept on leash was rising to meet Cecil’s challenge, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You’re a menace," he breathed, the words a ragged confession.

"I’m your menace," Cecil corrected, his voice thick with satisfaction. He finally finished what he started, his fingers making quick work of the remaining buttons. He pushed the shirt open, his hands splaying across the warm, bare skin of Frederik’s chest and abdomen. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above Frederik’s pulse point.

"I can still smell it," Cecil whispered against his throat. "His damn pheromones. It’s clinging to you. To us." He inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a sound of pure disgust. "It needs to be burned away."

And then he bit down.

Not hard enough to break the skin, but with enough pressure to stake a claim, to leave a mark that would scream ’ownership.’ Frederik’s head fell back against the velvet cushion, a sharp hiss escaping his teeth. His hands tightened on Cecil’s hips, his own alpha scent surging in response. It was a fresh scent rising to wash away every last trace of the director’s pathetic, cloying stench.

Cecil soothed the mark with his tongue, a slow, possessive lick that sent another jolt straight through Frederik. He lifted his head, his eyes dark and feral. "That’s better," he murmured, a triumphant purr in his voice. "Now... get rid of this coat. I want you. Now."

Frederik chuckled low and let his head fall back onto the decorative pillow, his ash-blonde hair a mess now. "We have a twenty-minute break, Cecil. Last I remember you like longer sex."

"Then, let’s cut the dressing down from our time." Cecil answered with a wicked smile.

He raised Frederik’s belt and unbuckled it with a hiss of leather and metal. Cecil pushed it down enough to release his alpha’s already firm cock. "Well... you are already hard, and I am wet." He said with a choked laugh.

Cecil pulled his suit pants down to his knees and guided Frederik’s cock inside him with a familiar stroke.

Cecil sank down and swallowed Frederik whole in one slow, careful motion. The stretch was familiar, a perfect ache that made him dizzy, but he didn’t stop. He pulled back until only the tip remained before slamming down again, this time harder. He wanted to bruise, mark, and erase every thought of the director from Frederik’s mind with a single, overwhelming sensation.

"You’re mine," Cecil gasped, his back arching as Frederik’s cock hit that sweet spot deep inside him. "Say it. Tell me you’re mine."

Frederik’s eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, his jaw clenched tight. "I am," he growled, his voice vibrating throughout Cecil’s body. His hands, usually so restrained, left the chaise lounge to grip Cecil’s waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. He surged upward, meeting Cecil’s downward thrusts with a ferocity that shocked them both.

They moved together like a storm, a chaotic, beautiful collision of heat and friction. The formal coat was long forgotten, discarded somewhere on the floor as they writhed together. The air in the room grew heavy with their scents - the sharp, earthy perfume of Frederik’s alpha pheromones flooding Cecil’s senses, drowning out the lingering traces of the director.

"Fuck, Cecil," Frederik groaned, his hips snapping upward, driving him impossibly deeper. "You drive me crazy." He sat up slightly, capturing Cecil’s mouth in a bruising kiss, biting at his lower lip until Cecil tasted blood.

Cecil laughed breathlessly, breaking the kiss but keeping the rhythm. "You said we have twenty minutes, and now are you leaving my lip bruised?"

"I will heal it for you after this."

"Promises, promises," Cecil exclaimed, but the challenge in his eyes was clear. He dug his knees into the velvet of the chaise, changing the angle just enough to make Frederik curse quietly. The new angle made every drag of his cock against Cecil’s inner wall.

"Time’s wasting, alpha," Cecil taunted, rolling his hips in a slow, maddening circle. "Are you going to fuck me, or just lie there?"

That was all it took.

Frederik’s control shattered completely. With a guttural roar, he flipped them, the sudden movement a blur of strength. Cecil’s back hit the velvet cushions with a soft thud, the air knocked from his lungs as Frederik followed him down without pulling out. The alpha caged him in, his forearms bracketing Cecil’s head, Frederik’s hot breath brushing his ear. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"You wanted to be fucked?" Frederik snarled, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against Cecil’s ear. "I’ll fuck you."

He pulled back, almost leaving him empty, then slammed forward so hard the chaise scraped against the floor. The pace was brutal, with each thrust hitting Cecil’s prostate with deadly accuracy. The room filled with the slap of skin, Cecil’s broken cries, and Frederik’s ragged growls. The scent of their mating was thick in the air, a mix of Frederik’s fresh scent and omega slick, drowning out everything else.

Cecil clung to him, his legs wrapping around Frederik’s waist, pulling him in deeper, begging for more.

He could feel the base of Frederik’s cock swell, and the delicious pressure of the forming knot stretched him wider. "Yes," he sobbed, his head thrown back. "Now, Frederik, give it to me. Knot me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Frederik drove in as far as he could. The knot tightened, pressing against Cecil’s sensitive gland, and the world faded away in a blinding flash of white. Cecil screamed his release, his body convulsing, his inner walls clamping down and milking Frederik’s cock as the alpha poured into him with a hoarse, low moan.

Frederik collapsed onto him, his face buried in Cecil’s neck and his body trembling from the power of his orgasm.

For a long moment, the only sound was their panting breaths.

"See?" Cecil whispered, his voice hoarse and wrecked. "Told you we could do it."