@ragtagrunaways | Cont.
Connor's attention had been noticed since the younger wolf came into town. It had even been welcomed. Blake enjoyed his company, didn't complain when he brought around lunch or something. Despite all of that, he hadn't expected to be leant over his desk reading over a file to then have the other pressed flush against him, mouth insistent on his throat.
"You could have asked, Sweetheart," Blake breathed, a low chuckle escaping him before it was interrupted by a groan as Connor's tongue worked its way inside of him. Fuck, that felt good.
He bent further over his desk, hips arching back to let the younger wolf eat his fill.
"Oh fuck," he growled softly, head bowing as he rocked his hips back. A hand reached back, pushing into Connor's hair and gripping.