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Leith Pierre was a notorious romantic boy who could seduce anyone. Man, woman — it didn’t matter. He was a man who loved love, and it was never enough for him. A serious businessman, rather handsome. Blond, with gray eyes, in good shape. And money was always on him. Despite a pretty nasty temper, he was gold, not a man! And considering that Leit always knew how to skillfully hide his “flaws,” no one ever refused him… a date, or even more.
So why this time had he set his sights on his colleague, the head of the research department? Well, Mr. Ritterman was quite attractive. Soft facial features, a cold, direct gaze. Hazel eyes. Black-as-inky hair falling onto his shoulders in tousled waves. A long side bangs covered exactly one half of his face. Like a typical nonconformist from the ’90s. They say guys like that usually get beaten up on the street. All hidden, mysterious… He simply couldn’t help but attract attention.
Leith liked to admire him from afar. Mostly at meetings, when Eddie sat apart from everyone, looking at the floor, occasionally lifting his head and peeking out from under his bang to glance around the office. Or when that vacant look fixed on one point and he was lost in thought — you could stare into his eyes, face to face — he’d hardly notice.
And the way he spoke — oh my… Eddie spoke little, but always to the point. It was pleasant to listen to his voice with that uncommon accent.
That’s how others saw him: coworkers, shareholders, ordinary people. Leit knew him a little more closely. He wasn’t nearly as mysterious as he tried to seem. It was even funny when the same man would first conduct negotiations with a serious face with serious gentlemen — men like himself or Leith — and then spend the whole evening joking with a faint smirk or laughing out loud.
There was one problem. He liked women. Probably. Or maybe he didn’t love anyone at all. Leith had never seen or heard of any of his romantic escapades or personal life. Nothing at all. Well, actually — once, a little tipsy, Eddie had told him how in his youth he hopped from bed to bed and how all the girls threw themselves at him. Around the age of eighteen. But it wasn’t certain that was true. Leith liked to think it wasn’t.
But today everything changed.
A sunny spring day at the factory. Of course, the air conditioners all broke down at once. Mechanics were working. As often happens, Leith was in a foul mood today. He had already scolded three employees and stubbed his toe on a chair leg in his office. The day would have been ruined if Eddie Ritterman himself hadn’t come into his office in the middle of the day.
Leith immediately lifted his gaze from the empty desk to the newcomer. As always, Eddie stood for a couple of seconds in the aisle with his silent charm, again lost in thought. Then he gathered himself, blinked twice and quickly came in, tossing a stack of papers onto the desk.
“Reports, Leith,” Eddie said, leaning his hands on the desk. He didn’t leave; he waited for Leith to look them over. Apparently he wanted to tell him something.
“Careful. This isn't like throwing money around.” Leith replied, rolling his eyes. He had a temper of his own too.
Still, he glanced through them. Sales reports for the last month. March. Charts, tables, numbers… they showed a significant difference from the previous month. And not for the better. Sales had fallen sharply.
Leith frowned. His gray eyes rapidly scanned the lines of text and numbers, mentally recalculating. Even so, the results were grim. Eddie watched him in silence, arms folded across his chest.
Another report — taxes. More money had been spent. The budget for this month might not be enough at all! Leith tossed the papers aside and looked up again. He was ready to launch into an angry tirade when a mocking look from his colleague interrupted him, making him choke on his saliva.
“What does all this mean?”
“I think you should know. You’re the CEO here.”
“How could it change so suddenly…” Leith tried to find an appropriate word, but nothing came to mind except “go to shit,” — “— change?”
He ground the words out through his teeth. But it was more a rhetorical question.
“I have some theories. But you won’t like them.”
“Spill.”
“The playcare, the big-bodies initiative, and your stupid project with the new toys.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“Then why, as soon as they hit the market, did no one buy them? We spent half the budget on their production. The other half went to the playcare. And another half — on that damned Sawyer initiative.”
“Business has its ups and downs, you know that as well as I do.”
“I know. That’s why I came to you. We urgently need to fix this before the company goes completely bankrupt.”
“And what do you suggest?”
“I don’t know! I expected some ideas from the head of innovation. Whose idea, by the way, recently flopped.”
“Okay, don’t freak out. Give me time, I’ll come up with something… but don’t waste your time either. Get your whole team involved.”
“Of course,” he said sarcastically, adjusting his bangs, “damn, it’s hot in here.”
Leith noticed his face. Tiny beads of sweat stood out on his reddened cheeks. Dark strands fell over his face. His eyelids were heavy from fatigue. His breathing had quickened. Not Eddie’s — Leith’s.
“Ah… right. The air conditioners all broke down, imagine that?”
“And we’ll have to spend money to fix them, great.”
“It’s not that big a problem. It’s been hotter here before.”
Eddie ignored the comment and trudged over to the water cooler in the corner. “Water from the cooler won’t cool a guy like that down…” Leith thought sadly, watching him drink quietly from a plastic cup. Someday this Brit would drive Leith to a nervous breakdown. At least let him have a chance to admire him one last time. A chance…
“Look. Would you… like to have a drink with me tonight?” Leith suddenly asked, not fully realizing what he had just said.
“What?.. Drink, Leith? I’ll be busy all week at least. You should be too.”
Well, it was too late to back out now, he thought.
“Come on. You’ll still have time to work. The month’s only just started. We’ve got plenty of time. People need to rest sometime. You’re always busy, no matter what.”
“It’s not my fault that that’s true. Are you trying to bribe me? Or are there other motives behind your invitation?”
“What, I can’t offer a friend and colleague some wine? And you’re not that unbearable to bribe. Come on, come to my place tonight. I’ve got a stash for special occasions. We’ll talk ideas.”
“Fine,” he said shortly and left the room. The temperature in the room dropped sharply as soon as he was gone.
Leith should probably get busy with something. Luckily, there was no shortage of tasks. For example, find some incompetent employee and take his anger out on them.
***
The day of hard work flew by unnoticed. From all the endless writing, Eddie’s left hand ached. He could definitely use some rest. Evening was coming. His eyes were heavy. He desperately wanted to slam his face onto the desk and fall into a coma for about nine months. But without its head of research, the company would collapse within a week. He couldn’t just abandon it like that. Responsibility was one of Eddie’s main traits. But along with that — punctuality. Mr. Pierre was waiting for him. And being late would be terribly rude. Besides, what if the man started drinking without him?
Putting down the damned pen, Eddie stood up from his desk. He stretched his fingers and his whole body a little. Desk work, after all. It surely wouldn’t lead to anything good — but what could he do?
The road to the Innovation Department was long. But he managed to get there quickly and without incident. Besides, almost all employees had already gone home. One might say he and Leit were alone in the entire factory.
A short knock on the door. From behind it came a brief rustle of movement. Leith cleared his throat and allowed him to come in.
As soon as Eddie entered, he immediately caught the smell of wine and wax candles. Leith stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, lighting the last candle. It was hard to say whether the atmosphere was romantic or funereal… but it was definitely something. Something strange.
Eddie froze, his gaze shifting between Leith holding a glass of wine and the candles scattered all over the room. Only one thought came to mind: "What the hell is this?" Which is exactly what he said aloud.
“What the hell is this, Leith?”
Leith cleared his throat again. He often did that when he was nervous. And judging by his face, he was very nervous now.
“It’s called saving electricity, my friend.”
“The factory won’t go bankrupt from one light bulb. Looks like you’ve spent more on candles and matches.”
“Oh, shut up. I created a nice atmosphere. Don’t ruin it the moment you walk in.”
“I’d really like to know what kind of atmosphere you were trying to create…” he muttered, sitting down on a leather sofa a bit away from the desk — the only spot not covered in candles. But their glow was still enough to illuminate his face: calm, relaxed… thoughtful.
Leith quickly sat down beside him. Not too close, but still invading his personal space. Judging by his face, Eddie didn’t seem pleased, but he didn’t protest either.
“Drink already,” Leith muttered, pouring him a glass of wine. It was some old, expensive kind, gifted by one of the company’s generous sponsors. Eddie wasn’t much of a drinker — especially not wine — but he was simply glad to finally have something to take the edge off.
The wine turned out to be quite good. Not too sweet, and it hit the head fast. Leith, apparently, had already had more than one glass. Couldn’t even wait, the greedy bastard. Or maybe that was how he calmed his nerves.
Naturally, Leith was the first to start talking.
“So, how are you doing?”
“Things… well, the team and I, in general, we’ve decided—”
“Not that. How are you doing?”
"Oh… I… fine, I guess? There’s nothing going on in my life that would interest you.” He faltered, not expecting a personal question. His eyes dropped to the floor, studying the parquet patterns, thinking of what to say. As always, he brushed it off. Though there was some truth in it. “And you? How are you?”
“Oh, me? Fantastic, Eddie. With my position, I’ve no right to complain. Got a new car. Planning a vacation soon.”
Eddie pressed his lips together — he wanted to argue, but for some reason changed his mind. Too tired to start another fight with him today. Instead, he took another sip of wine. Leith continued.
“You know… you look very stylish today.”
Leith swallowed hard, his eyes unconsciously trailing from head to toe. He hadn’t changed much. The same slightly dusty blue jacket. White shirt, tie. Black jeans with a shiny belt buckle.
“I… always look like this.”
“Of course you do. You always look stylish. But today it’s just… different. Special.”
Leith suddenly felt too tight in his own suit. He even loosened his tie — just so Eddie wouldn’t notice.
“Well, uh… thanks, I guess?”
A strange feeling. In that orange candlelight, Leith himself looked softer, almost pleasant. Yes, Eddie sometimes noticed his colleague’s looks — purely visually, of course. Maybe he should say something too?
“You look… unusual yourself today. I mean — in appearance. Though also in behavior. Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
“Oh, stop it,” Leiht said with a feigned blush, running a hand through his hair. A nervous grin flashed on his lips for just a second before he tried to compose himself. “No, I’m fine… damn, it really is hot in here.”
“If there weren’t five dozen candles burning, it would be a lot cooler.”
“Yeah, well… I think the candles aren’t the only reason.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing. Forget it,” Leith muttered, accidentally spilling a few drops of wine on the couch. He brushed his hair back, pretending not to notice. “So… how’s your love life?”
Eddie frowned instantly at that question. He averted his gaze, idly turning the glass in his hand.
“Why do you care? It’s fine. That’s why it’s called personal.”
“Oh, I’m happy for you. I just… have a few problems of my own, but it’s fine. Doesn’t bother me much.”
Leith leaned in a little closer. Their sides awkwardly brushed against each other. As Leith shifted nervously, the fabric of their suits rubbed together with a faint sound. Eddie couldn’t take it — he quickly pulled away, bumping into the armrest instead. He definitely regretted agreeing to come here.
“You’re awfully nervous. You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m not—” Leith hesitated. His thoughts tangled, his tongue tripped, producing only a stammering mumble. “No, I definitely need help.”
He admitted in a whisper. Eddie tilted his head in confusion. Even in the dim light, his eyes darted anxiously.
“…Help with what, exactly? I’m sure I can—”
“Maybe we could go to my place?” Leith murmured, leaning in closer.
His face was only a few inches from Eddie’s. He could hear his quickened breathing. Completely losing his restraint, Leith took his chin, lifting his face and staring straight into his eyes.
Eddie felt a surge of conflicting emotions rise in his chest — disgust, fear, and anger. He jerked back and sprang to his feet, not caring that his wine glass crashed to the floor.
“What the— are you out of your damn mind?!” His voice cracked into a shout.
“Wait, I didn’t mean— I thought—”
“You idiot, Leith! You *weren’t* thinking!” He waved him off. “I’m leaving.”
“Hold on, let me give you a ride—” Leith jumped up after him, reaching out, but Eddie slapped his hand away.
“You’re not giving me a ride. You’re drunk. I’ll walk. And don’t you dare touch me again!”
And Eddie stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
***
Shame and anger carried Eddie home. His legs seemed to move on their own, leading him up to the entrance of his apartment building. It took him more than one try to fit the key into the lock. Inside, he was met by the heavy air of heat and loneliness — except for the two fluffy lumps sleeping on the couch. But they lived their own separate lives, indifferent to their owner’s turmoil.
Left alone with his fury, Eddie didn’t know what to do with himself. He desperately didn’t want to admit how everything inside him had seemed to flip over when Leith touched him. As if all his organs had twisted around, rearranging themselves. He had been too close. A gross violation of personal space — one that couldn’t be forgiven. But that pretty face and that poisonous smirk…
No. He was disgusting. Eddie ought to just go and file a harassment report on Leith. Exactly. That’s what he’d do tomorrow morning.
Exhausted, Eddie collapsed onto the bed. His eyes drifted toward his computer, quietly sitting across the room. Surely that idiot was already typing away, flooding his inbox. The dirty, revolting pervert. He should be ashamed of himself. Probably still sitting in his office, drunk, missing the keys as he hammers out some pathetic apology.
And yet, there was a strange new feeling growing inside him. As though his old colleague had stopped being quite so irritating or unpleasant lately. As if it had actually become… nice to be around him. And his appearance no longer seemed so— ordinary.
But Eddie told himself it was just trust. They’d gotten closer as friends. They spent a lot of time together… that’s what friends do, right? They do.
But do friends stare at you during meetings? Probably not.
Eddie noticed. He noticed everything — he wasn’t blind. But he chose to ignore it, because they were just friends. He wasn’t like that. Leit was just… weird.
Not like that. Not like that.
Yes, he’d always liked women. He’d dated women, slept with women, loved women. He surely still loved them.
Eddie knew Leith was bisexual, and honestly, he couldn’t care less. Really. Why should he care? He was a busy man, a businessman, buried in work. There wasn’t a single day on that factory without work — especially not this month. So why did it suddenly matter to him now?
Maybe he was just being dramatic. Leith was strange — that was simply a fact. And he was just… startled. That was all.
Maybe he could just get moral compensation out of that greedy bastard instead.
Eddie rolled over onto his side. The only thing that met him was a blank wall.
Sometimes he wondered what it would be like — to date or sleep with someone of the same sex. Just thoughts, nothing more. Just fleeting fantasies. Just a curious glance at an adult magazine, nothing more.
No, he still loved women.
But what if—
With a heavy sigh, Eddie sat up in bed. The clock read 2 a.m.
Maybe he should just go get something to eat.
***
The next day, Leith spent hours unsuccessfully trying to find Eddie — desperate to apologize at least ten more times. The night before, he had flooded Eddie’s inbox with email after email, each one filled with the same apologies. He had even prepared a material compensation out of his own pocket. The very thought of never seeing him again terrified Pierre.
He didn’t even fully understand what had caused his behavior last night. The amount of alcohol he’d had before and during their meeting? Or maybe it was the dizzying realization that the object of his long-time fantasies had suddenly been within arm’s reach. Leit would never forget that touch now. The faint stubble on Eddie’s chin had prickled his fingertips. He’d seen the other man’s pupils widen in fear. Even his poor heart had started to race.
And now, Eddie had spent the whole day avoiding and ignoring him — which, honestly, was fair. Leith was already on the verge of despair. His every thought circled back to Eddie, to last night, and to the crushing regret. Regret that he was an idiot.
By midday, the head of innovation had no idea how he’d even made it that far through the day. Work had never been this hard to focus on. By the end of his shift, Leith Pierre was wrung out like a lemon. All he could manage was to wander through the factory halls, trying to clear his head. He had long since drifted out of the innovation wing — and hadn’t even noticed when he wandered into the research division. He didn’t expect to see Ritterman again.
But Eddie appeared just as suddenly as he’d vanished. Passing by a half-open office door, Leith was abruptly grabbed by the collar and yanked inside. He grunted, cursed, and tried to fight back, but whoever it was let go only once he was fully inside.
Leith immediately took a defensive stance, heart pounding, face pale with panic — until he realized who was standing before him. The head of research, Eddie Ritterman, arms crossed, eyes cold as ever. Leith had already said his mental goodbyes to that expression. Seeing it again made his chest ache with relief — and fear.
“Listen, I really am sorry about last night. I swear it won’t happen again.”
“Fine. I accept your apology,” Eddie cut him off evenly.
Leith felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. He even let out a shaky breath of relief. But Eddie’s tense posture made it clear — he was still angry.
“So… let’s just forget about last night, yeah? We’re still on the same team, and now’s really not the time for fighting.”
“Actually, I wanted to talk.”
“Oh—of course! Anything,” Leith blurted, nodding quickly, genuinely convinced he was ready for whatever came next.
Eddie was silent for a few moments, visibly uncomfortable. His brows were furrowed, his gaze fixed on the floor. It was almost funny — watching a serious businessman fidget like a nervous schoolgirl. What on earth was he thinking about now?
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” Eddie began slowly, his voice steady but trembling at the edges. “I was thinking. About what you did.”
Leith hadn’t expected that. But how could he not be intrigued? He held his breath, waiting to hear the rest.
“I still don’t know how to feel about it,” Eddie went on. “I’m still angry with you. But I started to wonder what would’ve happened if I’d agreed.”
“And… what did you decide?”
“I decided that — purely for research purposes — I could… try this with you.”
Leith’s jaw nearly hit the floor; he had to physically cover his mouth with his hand. It wasn’t that he was shocked, exactly — no, he was completely floored. But once the words truly sank in, his pulse spiked, his head started spinning, and for a moment it felt like steam might actually shoot out of his ears — though, somehow, no one seemed to notice.
"You... What?! Are you serious? And you mean... Sex?"
"Of course I mean sex, Leith! Isn't that what you offered me yesterday?!"
"I did, but I was drunk then. And to be honest, I also tried to seduce you. And apparently, successfully."
"I think... I think, yes. I'm just trying to figure out... whether I like it or not," he said hoarsely, moving toward his desk. "I only thought about this because of you. And since you're a master of love, I'll feel more at ease with you than with just anyone."
"Master is putting it mildly, my friend. You could have just told me straight out that you wanted me," Leith said with a grin. His pulse suddenly evened out, and he felt that same calm and confidence that comes over him when he's alone with his lovers. "Because I don't need much convincing. I've wanted you for a long time."
Leith moved toward Eddie, his steps heavy with anticipation. With a quick movement, he pulled Eddie toward him by the waist. And now their faces were once again mere centimeters apart. But then, suddenly, Eddie didn't like something again.
"Hey, hey, not so fast! Don't get too handsy before it's time." He pulled away from Leith's embrace and gave him a gentle shove, eliciting an exasperated sigh.
"I don't understand you at all, do you want this or not?"
"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I don't know! I'm scared, okay?"
"Oh, that's it. You're just an untouched flower. Were you saving yourself for me alone?"
"Well, yeah, of course. Make fun of someone who has no idea what sex between two men actually does."
"I'm not making fun of you, I'm just laughing at you. Okay, fine. Let's calm down," Leith purred playfully, taking Eddie by both hands and pulling him close again. "Don't worry. The Head of Innovation will teach you everything. So, can I touch you now?"
"Yes. But I'll go first," he quietly replied, freeing his hands from Leith's grip.
He looked up. A fire blazed in his gray eyes. This time, he decided not to hesitate. Eddie brushed his bangs aside for convenience, grabbed Leith's face with both hands, and pressed it to his. Their lips touched in an awkward kiss.
Leith had to tilt his head slightly to reach him, but it was worth it. His lips were dry and salty, but he didn't want to let go of them for a second. The moment seemed to last forever, even though it was only three seconds. Eddie quickly pulled away first. He stared at Leith through half-closed eyes, gasping for air.
Barely a moment passed before the awkwardness vanished. Leith pressed his lips to Eddie's with such force and greed, as if Eddie could quench his endless thirst. So much so that Eddie's back hit his desk. This even slightly frightened Ritterman, judging by the pounding of his heart. Leith, oblivious, continued kissing him. His hands began to roam Eddie's body, trying to penetrate the layers of his shirt and jacket to the very depths of his former colleague's soul and heart. Eddie himself carried out his explorations with less enthusiasm, mostly burying his fingers in Eddie's hair.
The onslaught of passion was so intense that they began to gasp for air. He wouldn't have noticed if Eddie hadn't started pushing him in the chest, lest he kill them both. Leith pulled away from his face with an awkward sound, breathing heavily. He smiled contentedly, as if his cherished childhood dream had just come true. This only elicited a grim chuckle from Eddie. But Leith quickly wiped the smirk from his face with another quick kiss on the lips. On the corner of his lips, on his cheek, on his temple. In short, he decided not to stop at just the lips.
A final light peck landed on Eddie's right ear, causing a shudder to run through his body and a disgruntled exclamation. Leith chuckled to himself, but pulled away from Eddie's ear to stop him from complaining further. He buried his face in Eddie's shaggy head, thick black hair that smelled of hairspray. Opening his eyes, he looked down and saw something strange on the top of his friend's head.
"Wait... are you dyeing your hair?"
And Leith saw before him the regrown blond roots, standing out brightly from the black mass, making him forget everything else.
"Well, yeah. Mine are curly too. I straighten them."
"You know who else's hair is curly, huh?"
"Yours, Leith."
"Oh, right. Never mind then."
A slight hesitation prevented the two of them from descending into the depths of passion again. Another round of kisses, this time initiated by Eddie. Leith suddenly noted to himself that he was a good kisser. He wanted to simply melt under his touch, like ice cream in the July sun. But kissing always leads to something more.
So Leith's hands quickly reached for his belt. He'd been fiddling with it for a while, though. With his heavy breathing and the pounding of both hearts, the wait was almost excruciating. But he managed, and the belt loosened. His fly, however, was no problem. His fingers began to tingle with anticipation when he found his hard cock.
A shuddering breath escaped Eddie's lips as he began stroking him through his underwear. Gritting his teeth, he gripped his desk with his hands. As it was, he silently cursed himself for... for everything. And himself for enjoying this. Leith hesitated. So very slowly. He enjoyed teasing him, looking him insolently in the eyes. For too long, Eddie had grown tired of it. Skilfully ignoring his irritation, Leith finally pulled Eddie's cock free.
"mine still bigger," he smirked against Eddie's lips.
He looked into his eyes, almost mesmerized. Quickly breaking his trance, he carefully touched him with his hand, slowly stroking from tip to base, feeling every vein and ridge, even the pulsing. He felt Eddie tense immediately.
"Shut up," he hissed, gritting his teeth. He had to bite his lip to hold back another sigh.
“Just kidding.”
Leith pressed his lips to his neck, leaving wet marks on it, stretching from his throat to his collarbone, which he had previously freed from the shackles of his wrinkled shirt and tie. Eddie’s cock twitched in his cold hands. He squeezed it lightly, moving it up and down.
Eddie closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. He had already bitten his lips until they bled, but he courageously remained silent. After all, there were people walking right outside the office door.
Watching his partner writhe, he felt his own cock yearning to burst.
Eddie, as if reading his thoughts, did the same as he had a moment ago. Only he moved even more slowly, as his hands were shaking. Leith paused briefly, watching his partner desperately want to touch his cock. This made the arousal rush to his head even stronger. So he resumed his movements, and not just resumed them. He rapidly stroked Leith's cock, accompanied by the sounds of grunts and gasps. Eddie hissed a quiet "Fuck" and soon fell silent again.
And he hadn't even begun to touch Leith's cock. But that was easily remedied.
Leith's cock seemed to tremble even more than Eddie's hands. A pale liquid oozed from its tip, which he smeared with his thumb. Sticky and hot. Eddie chuckled nervously when he saw that it was indeed larger than his own. But right now, that didn't bother him much.
He squeezed it harder in his trembling hands. Leith jerked and gasped in surprise. He stopped. The same thought flashed through the minds of both colleagues. Leith moved closer to him, pressing his chest against Eddie's.
Their two cocks touched each other like two melting popsicles. Eddie swallowed hard, and Leith tried not to take his eyes off him. The brief, awkward pause was interrupted by a heated kiss and the synchronized movement of both hands. This was accompanied by muffled moans from both sides and the vulgar slap of skin against skin. These moans occasionally turned into quiet groans. They could only pray they wouldn't be heard as they completely forgot all about propriety.
Leith was the first to pull away from his face and pressed himself to his neck, biting painfully. But Eddie ignored it. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Eddie, I'm going to..." Before Leith could finish, his cock began to throb and quiver like a rocket about to launch into space.
And with an inappropriately loud groan, he came into Eddie's hand, completely staining it with his white seed. They both had to stop to catch their breath. Leith's face was still against his neck, his breath hot.
"Quickshot," Eddie muttered, returning his head to its original position. He looked at his palm, coated in Leith's cum, with barely concealed disgust, clearly thinking about how to get rid of it as quickly as possible.
"Shut up," Leith hissed, pulling away from Eddie's neck.
The throbbing of Leith's cock next to him quickly reminded him of itself. All attention would now be his. He sank to his knees under Eddie's puzzled gaze. He glanced up at him quickly from under his brows, then slowly took the tip of the penis into his mouth.
The reaction was immediate. His legs buckled, and Eddie would have surely fallen if he hadn't held on tightly to the table. He threw his head back again, and Leith could barely see from there. But judging by his sighs, he must be enjoying it.
So he took him deeper into his mouth. He heard the first groan escape him. He was incredibly happy about it. Before he started moving again, Leith felt a firm grip on his hair. A little rough. But it turned him on even more.
With rough thrusts, he began to fuck Leith's mouth. Leith, with a satisfied expression, swallowed his cock deeper. Even despite the slight salty and bitter taste. But no matter, next time that could easily be fixed. Right now, he didn't pay attention. All he did was try to better hear the sounds coming from above. Eddie almost lost control, and his sighs turned into hoarse moans.
He almost lost himself in the sounds, not even noticing how his knees were going numb. He also didn't notice how his cock twitched more intensely. Leith only came to when cum covered his entire mouth. More precisely, his throat. Or even more precisely, both his throat and his mouth. With a wet squelch, he pulled Eddie's cock out of his mouth.
He opened his eyes and looked up. Ritterman looked prettier than ever. His pale cheeks were flushed. His bitten lips were bruised. The hair around his face was damp with sweat, while the rest was simply tousled. His gaze was fixed downwards, not at Leith, but somewhere beyond. But something told him he looked exactly the same.
Leith rose carefully from his knees, feeling the pain in his stiff limbs. He straddled the table next to Eddie and put an arm around his shoulder.
"That was great. Let's do it again sometime?" he said cheerfully, ruffling his colleague's hair.
"Yeah. Let's do it again..." he muttered thoughtfully, looking at his hand, still covered in cum. "You got it all over my hand."
"And you got it all over my mouth."
"So how am I supposed to work now?"
"I don't know. Lick it up."
"Lick it up yourself, idiot," he replied, rolling his eyes and slapping Leith across the face. Not hard.
He walked away from the table and started searching for napkins in his dresser, holding his left hand out in the air.
"Maybe we should go to my place tonight after all?"
"I'll think about it," Eddie chuckled for a split second, glancing back at Leith.
The smirk vanished as soon as they heard a knock on the door. The fairy tale didn't last long; it was time to get back to work.