Page 172 of Men in Shorts

“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 theshingof 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 quite 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 before 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.”

“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.”

“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 thisexactscenario, 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.”

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