Page 28 of Play Hard

“Actually, yes.” Liam snatched the note. “I deserve a refund after waiting.” He seized Robert’s face and kissed him hungrily, stubble scraping his lips and sending a zing of heat down his spine.

As Liam’s mouth moved to his throat, Robert said, “You’ll not be taking my knickers off.”

“Sorry?”

“I thought perhaps we’d cut a wee slit in them so I could keep them on while we fuck.”

Liam sat back to gape at him. “A slit?” He glanced down and licked his lips. “In front or back?”

An easy choice. “In back. That way you can feel your cock sliding in and out of the silk.”

Liam gave a low growl, then took Robert’s mouth again, more roughly than before, pausing only to yank Robert’s shirt over his head.

Finally Liam got up from his lap. “Bend over the desk and I’ll see to your slit.”

Robert eagerly complied. The room was small and so was the desk, so the opposite edge came only to his chest, forcing him to press his cheek against the wall below the window.

Liam got the scissors from the side drawer. “That won’t do. Bend over it lengthways.”

Robert moved to the narrow end. “Here? But what about—”

“We’ll just shift this.” Liam picked up the computer monitor and moved it to the floor at the opposite end of the desk.

Robert held his breath until it was safely positioned. “Seems a lot of effort for such minor tailoring work.”

“Shh.” Liam moved behind him and yanked down Robert’s tracksuit bottoms. “Hold still.”

Robert tried not to flinch when he heard the shing of parting scissor blades. “If there was ever a true test of my trust in you…”

“You know I’ve got steady hands.”

There was a slight tug on the knickers’ material, just below his tailbone. Then came two quick snips. Robert shivered as he felt the air against his newly exposed hole.

“Want to step out of your trousers so you can spread your legs,” Liam asked, “or just keep them round your ankles? I quite fancy either.”

“We’re not moving to the bed?”

“Not unless you make a really good argument for that option.” Liam went to the bedside table and got the lube. “I’ve never fucked you on that desk, see, and I’d really like to fuck you on that desk.”

Propped up on his elbows, Robert hesitated for only a second before shoving all the papers, pens, and stress-relief toys—all the flotsam and jetsam of his work life—onto the floor.

“I thought so,” Liam said.

Robert stepped out of his tracksuit bottoms, kicking them aside, then spread his legs and bent his knees so his torso was flat against the desk.

He sighed when he felt Liam tug the knickers’ material apart, then apply a warm, slick finger over his crease, up, then down, traversing with sweeping strokes. The touches became shorter, more centered where he needed them most. Robert’s breath turned rapid, and he could feel his hole quiver in anticipation.

Liam didn’t tease him long, coaxing a fingertip inside, producing that hot zap of pain-pleasure that quickly morphed into all-pleasure, all the time.

He grasped Robert’s left cheek with his other hand. “Och, I didnae think your bum could feel more amazing.” He squeezed harder. “This silk lets me feel every muscle as you squirm.”

Robert shimmied his hips to please him. “Give me more.”

Liam urged his finger farther within, provoking a moan that felt like it came from the deepest region of Robert’s soul. He loved when Liam took care of him like this, saw to all his needs before he himself even knew what they were.

“Aren’t you sorry you made me wait so long just now?”

“Aye,” Robert replied with a whimper. “Very sorry. I probably need a reminder of how to behave.”

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