Michael Taylor wiped sweat from his brow in the cramped server room, his tool belt clinking as he adjusted the environmental controls. The door clicked open and Connor, his sharp-suited boss, leaned against the frame with a predatory grin. "Working late again, Taylor? Or just hoping I'll notice how good you look bent over that panel?"
Michael straightened, flashing a cocky smile. "Boss, if you spent half as much time on the HVAC as you do staring at my ass, this building wouldn't feel like a sauna. What's the real emergency?"
Connor stepped closer, voice low and teasing. "The emergency is you making me hard every time you walk by. I've got plans for that tight body of yours—dungeon plans. But first, let's see if you're as bold as you talk."
Tension crackled as Michael met his gaze without flinching. "Horny much, Connor? You think you can just claim me? Prove it." Their mouths crashed together, hands roaming, clothes hitting the floor in a sweaty rush. Connor dropped to his knees, taking Michael's hard cock into his mouth for a slick blowjob, tongue working expertly while Michael panted, "Fuck, that's it—don't stop."
Michael pulled him up, spinning Connor against the desk. He slicked his own cock and thrust into Connor's wet, dripping ass, turning the boss's boy-pussy into his playground. "You wanted a toy? Feel this instead." They fucked hard and fast, sweating and panting, bodies slamming until Michael came with a groan, cum spilling deep. Connor followed, stroking himself to release.
Michael zipped up with a wink, leaving Connor breathless. "Round one goes to the tech. Your dungeon can wait—I'm not that easy to own."
But Connor's eyes gleamed with fresh hunger, already plotting the next move.
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