caelan was someone who thrived on control. at work, he was the one in charge, managing a whole team while running his business. he was constantly on the go, giving orders, overseeing operations, managing finances, and keeping everything in check. for him, control equated to power, and it felt effortless. but letting go of that control was a struggle. he had difficulty lowering his guard and hated the idea of being perceived as weak or incapable. yet, walter's words sent him reeling. could he truly relinquish that control and allow walter to see him vulnerable? he needed to demonstrate to walter that, despite his sometimes abrasive attitude, he was genuinely invested in their relationship.
"i think you’re bluffing," caelan shot back, the challenge evident in his voice as he folded his arms over his chest, studying walter intently. he watched with steady eyes as walter transitioned from standing to sitting in caelan’s chair. his jaw tightened, an eyebrow raised at his lover. god, walter could be so damn sexy sometimes, and caelan doubted he even realized it. yypically sweet and a little shyer than caelan, walter was far from lacking in confidence, so it shouldn’t have surprised caelan that he could hold his ground.
caelan's gaze roamed over walter’s body, noting how he exuded confidence with his legs spread wide. it was undeniably hot, and caelan felt a twitch of interest in his cock. the challenge was clear, and he found himself at a crossroads — either back away or lean into it. "you think you know me so well?" he asked, moving closer until he stood directly in front of walter. he peered down, eyes drifting to walter's crotch.
a moment of pause, then he took a deep breath.
"don’t let this go to your head," he warned, though the fight had faded from his tone. he swallowed thickly as he unbuttoned his trousers, maintaining eye contact with walter as he shuffled them off and kicked them aside. a fleeting thought about whether his office door was locked crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. "i just want to see you put your money where your mouth is," he said, stepping between walter's legs. "i want to see if your hands are as good as they look." it was all a façade, but at least it helped him believe he still had the upper hand in this encounter.
