Page 173 of Men in Shorts

“Maybe with my next wave of crowdfunding. It could count as an employee…morale…ahhhh fuck.” As Liam entered him, slowly, smoothly, Robert pressed his chest against the desk and reached out to grasp the edges to either side.

The fingertips of his left hand brushed his keyboard on its drawer. With an electric hum, the monitor came to life on the floor, woken by this wayward activity. Robert closed his eyes and turned his face away from the code on the glowing screen.

This time is for us. The whole world can fucking burn to the ground.

His mind always went to this place when Liam was inside him—a place where nothing mattered but the two of them, a place where time and reality lost all meaning. Any sort of sex between them was never just sex, butthis, taking him in, making room for Liam to inhabit his body, left space for only one thought:more more more.

Liam gave it to him now, sliding deeper with each long, slow thrust. When the head of his cock reached that radiant place inside him, Robert let out a low moan.

“Yeah…” Liam eased back, then forward again. “I wish you could see how hot this looks.”

“Don’t need to see,” he slurred. “Can feel it.”

“Mm?” Liam’s tone turned rapturous. “What’s it feel like? Tell me.”

“Can’t…make words.”

“Aye, you can. They don’t need to be pretty. What’s the first word comes to mind when I do this?” He glided in, deeper than ever.

“Mmph.” Robert’s grip on the desk spasmed. “H-hard.”

“Excellent start.” Liam slid out, then in again, with emphasis. “How about now?”

“Ah! Good. It’s good, so good, so fucking?—”

“And now?” Liam thrust all the way inside and held himself there. “How about now?” he repeated in a shaky voice.

Robert blurted the first word—the only word—in his mind. “Love.”

“Oh.” Liam let out a long breath. “Say that again.” He ground his hips against Robert’s in a slow, swaying motion.

“I love you.” Robert hugged the desk like a life raft. “I love you, love you, love you.” Saying the words was like breathing—they seemed to keep him alive even as his throat tightened. “Liam, I fucking love you,” he said, to stop himself crying.

Liam bent forward and softly kissed the space between Robert’s shoulder blades. “You know, all this emotion pure ruins the office-porno vibe we’ve got going here.”

Robert’s laughter bellowed from deep in his lungs. Liam’s reaction was instant.

“Fuck.” He braced himself, pushing deeper. “When you laugh while I’m inside you…”

Robert knew well the sort of feeling such vibrations could produce. He wiggled his arse under Liam’s weight, just to torture him further. “Weren’t you meant to spank me again?”

“Oh my God, I totally forgot.” Liam straightened up. “Cheers for the reminder.”

“You’re thanking me?”

“Right. Sorry.” His tone turned mock-stern. “I meant, you’re a naughty lad for letting me forget.” He gave a solid whack to Robert’s left cheek.

“Oh!” Robert jerked in surprise.

“Too hard?”

“I expected the other side. Cos you’re right-handed. Usually?—”

A harder slap came from the right. “Better?” Liam asked sarcastically.

And then they were both cackling with the ridiculousness of it all, with Liam struggling just to stay inside him. The levity probably went against the spirit of their role-play, but Robert didn’t care. Nothing was morethemthan this sort of laughter, taking the piss out of a world that took itself too seriously, even when it came to sex. Especially when it came to sex.

“You think it’s so funny?” Liam asked, his voice curling higher. “Well, I’ve secretly had that five-pound note tucked into the waistband of your knickers this whole time.”

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