*I might make this part of a longer work later. Weāll see. Modern!AU*
Damen pushed Laurent against the wall, rucking up Laurentās suit jacket as he untucked his shirt from his form-fitting slacks, desperate to glide his hands over the smooth, pale skin. Laurentās hands tangled and pulled Damenās hair, forcing his head down and claiming his lips in his.
Ā Damen couldnāt help the buck that swayed his hips or the second one that came after the strangled gasp from Laurent following the first. Laurentās hands moved lower, caressing Damenās neck, searching for purchase on the straining silk of his suit, woefully still on. But Damen could not bring himself to break the kiss long enough to take it off. Eventually, his hands moved to cup Damenās firm ass and he as Laurent pulled them even closer together. The lengths of their hardnesses pressed together and strained through pants that now felt several sizes too small.
Ā The friction when Laurent began slowly, teasingly gyrating his hips was almost too much.
Ā āYou bastard,ā Damen moaned, desperately trying to control himself and not cream his pants like a green high schooler getting lucky for the first time behind the bleachers.
Ā āI will have you know,ā Laurent pushed out through gritted teeth near Damenās ear, which he then bit gently ā Damenās whole body shuddered, pushing Laurent closer to the wall. Laurent failed to stop a whimper from escaping him before he managed to conjure up some of his usual cool, superior tone before continuing, āthat my parents had been married many years before I was born.ā
A whoosh of laughter left Damen and he shook his head. His mirth quickly morphed again into moans as Laurent began trailing kisses down his neck towards his shirt collar and lithe hands started rubbing insistent circles around his nipples. His legs seemed barely strong enough to support him and Damen wondered vaguely if he really was going to drop to the floor, and go āweak at the kneesā with passion. Such a fall would put his mouth in a promising positionā¦
Ā Before his thoughts could go any further, the door to Laurentās office swung open, revealing Vannes and her personal assistant. Both wore identical expressions: eyebrows raised in (feigned?) surprise, with ghosts of smirks pulling at their lips.
Ā āGet out,ā roared Laurent, sliding out from between Damen and the wall and quickly righting his rumpled clothing. āAnd for fuckās sake Vannes, how many times do I have to tell you to knowck?ā
Ā Vannes didnāt say anything. She just stared a moment longer before briefly lowering her gaze to somewhere near Laurentās waist, perhaps slightly further south. The smirk increased. Then, she slowly closed the door without a word, the PA still craning her neck to get a look at the scene until the door closed with a definitive snick.
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