his ears are perked up, dark and velvet-soft, twitching every time the air conditioning hums. valko usually keeps them hidden when he’s doing “chairman” things, but it’s late, he’s been coding prototypes for eight hours, and his control is slipping.
you drop your bag on the floor as you enter the room and pad over to his desk. he doesn’t look up from his screen, but his ears swivel toward you like little satellite dishes.
“you are not supposed to be here,” he says, voice low and gravelly. a total lie, because he gave you his building access code two weeks ago.
“and you are not supposed to be working,” you hum, leaning against his chair.
you reach up and drag your fingers along the side of his left ear. he physically shivers, the muscles in his neck tensing. a tiny, surprised sound escapes his lips before he can stop it.
“stop,” he grumbles, though he doesn’t pull away.
“stop what?” you ask innocently, doing it again. you trace the edge of the cartilage, running your thumb over the soft fur at the base. his eyes flutter shut for just a second. amber eyes that look like molten gold in the low light slide open to glare at you. it’s not a very effective glare. not when his ear is melting into your palm like a puppy seeking affection.
“you’re a tease,” he mutters.
you laugh, and he turns his chair around to face you properly. he’s so big. even sitting down, his shoulders block out the lamps behind him, casting you in his shadow. you feel tiny, but you feel safe.
“come here, pup,” he demands, tugging you forward by your waist.
you let him, crawling onto his lap without hesitation. his hands are large, wrapping around your waist like a belt, and he pulls you flush against his chest. you can feel the power in his arms, the tension humming beneath his skin, but he holds you like you’re made of glass.
you lean in and press your lips to the corner of his mouth softly. it’s impossible to resist him.
he chases it; he tilts his head and catches your bottom lip between his, kissing you gently, then insistently. you smile against his mouth and it makes him grunt, his fingers digging just slightly into your hips.
you pull back just an inch, your forehead resting against his. “you’re always look so handsome, valko.”
his ears flush pink at the tips. you giggle and kiss him again, this time right on the tip of his nose. then his left cheek. then the little scar near his brow. each kiss makes his breath hitch.
“came here with a purpose, didn’t you,” he whispers, but he says it right against your neck, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
you gasp, your hands shooting up to grasp his shoulders. he chuckles darkly, a sound that rumbles straight through his chest into yours.
he draws back and looks at you. his golden eyes are soft, half-lidded, full of that dangerous devotion that he himself warned you about. “you make it so easy to love you,” he murmurs. he sounds almost in awe.
you cup his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his sharp cheekbones. he nuzzles into your palms, his ears flopping forward and tickling your wrists.
“good for me then,” you tease.
he pushes you back onto his pristine desk, sending a pile of blueprints flying onto the floor. you squeak, laughing, but he cuts you off with another kiss— deeper this time, hungrier, his hands sliding up your shirt to press against the warm skin of your back. you kiss him back just as fiercely, tangling your fingers in his hair, touching the sensitive base of his ears.
you break apart for air, giggling breathlessly, and he stares down at you like you are the only light in this dark, metallic world.
“one more,” he rasps, dipping down to kiss your forehead. he kisses your closed eyelid. he kisses the tip of your chin. he kisses the pulse point on your wrist before lifting your hand and pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles.
he’s tracing a map of you with his lips and you’re giggling so hard tears are pooling in your eyes.
“okay, okay,” you wheeze, pushing playfully at his chest. “we have to finish this later. you haven’t eaten dinner.”
he raises an eyebrow, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. his ears twitch. “i have a very good meal right here.”
you blush so hard your ears burn. you smack his shoulder, and he laughs his gorgeous laugh that echoes off the high the bland walls of the room.
he leans in for one final kiss; sweet, clumsy, full of warmth, leaving you dizzy.
“fine,” he whispers against your lips, bumping his nose against yours. “but when we get home, i’m not letting you go.”
you smile so wide your cheeks ache. “is that a threat?”
he dips his head, kissing your forehead one last time.
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