Page 29 of Play Hard

“This sort of reminder?” He gave Robert’s bottom a light whack. There was no sting the way there would have been on bare skin, but it sent a sweeping tingle up Robert’s cock. “Och, Rab, I can feel your arse tighten when I smack you. Shall I do it again?”

”Yesssss.” Robert’s cheek was pressed to the desk, his mouth open, and he was pretty certain he was starting to drool. The skin-tight constraint of the knickers around his erection was becoming the best sort of torture.

“Nah, I’ll wait till I’m fucking you.”

Robert laughed. Knowing his boyfriend’s sadistic streak was no match for their combined horniness, he said, “Fuck me now.”

“Now?” Liam added another finger. ”Why?”

“I need it,” Robert gasped.

“Need what?”

“Need your cock.” He struggled to capture another breath. “Need it in me.”

“Okay, then.” Liam slid his fingers out and grabbed the lube bottle to prepare himself. Robert peered back to see his partner still wearing his mud-stained Warriors kit. For a moment, he wondered whether their fans fantasized about this exact scenario.

Well, maybe not this exact scenario, with the purple panties, but something akin.

“Lift up so I don’t kill my back.” Liam grasped Robert’s hips and raised them slightly. “We need one of those standing-optional desks, where you can adjust the height.”

“Maybe with my next wave of crowdfunding. It could count as an employee…morale…ahhhh fuck.” As Liam entered him, slowly, smoothly, Robert pressed his chest against the desk and reached out to grasp the edges to either side.

The fingertips of his left hand brushed his keyboard on its drawer. With an electric hum, the monitor came to life on the floor, woken by this wayward activity. Robert closed his eyes and turned his face away from the code on the glowing screen.

This time is for us. The whole world can fucking burn to the ground.

His mind always went to this place when Liam was inside him—a place where nothing mattered but the two of them, a place where time and reality lost all meaning. Any sort of sex between them was never just sex, but this, taking him in, making room for Liam to inhabit his body, left space for only one thought: more more more.

Liam gave it to him now, sliding deeper with each long, slow thrust. When the head of his cock reached that radiant place inside him, Robert let out a low moan.

“Yeah…” Liam eased back, then forward again. “I wish you could see how hot this looks.”

“Don’t need to see,” he slurred. “Can feel it.”

“Mm?” Liam’s tone turned rapturous. “What’s it feel like? Tell me.”

“Can’t…make words.”

“Aye, you can. They don’t need to be pretty. What’s the first word comes to mind when I do this?” He glided in, deeper than ever.

“Mmph.” Robert’s grip on the desk spasmed. “H-hard.”

“Excellent start.” Liam slid out, then in again, with emphasis. “How about now?”

“Ah! Good. It’s good, so good, so fucking—”

“And now?” Liam thrust all the way inside and held himself there. “How about now?” he repeated in a shaky voice.

Robert blurted the first word—the only word—in his mind. “Love.”

“Oh.” Liam let out a long breath. “Say that again.” He ground his hips against Robert’s in a slow, swaying motion.

“I love you.” Robert hugged the desk like a life raft. “I love you, love you, love you.” Saying the words was like breathing—they seemed to keep him alive even as his throat tightened. “Liam, I fucking love you,” he said, to stop himself crying.

Liam bent forward and softly kissed the space between Robert’s shoulder blades. “You know, all this emotion pure ruins the office-porno vibe we’ve got going here.”

Robert’s laughter bellowed from deep in his lungs. Liam’s reaction was instant.

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