Page 25 of Hellfire & Bowties
“But—”
“Handle. It.”
He hung up with force and rose from his chair, striding around the desk toward Oren.
Oren looked back at the sudden noise, blinking in surprise to see him so close, then letting out aneepof shock when Luc picked him up by the waist and placed him back on the desk.
“Interrupted again…” Luc said, pushing himself between Oren’s eagerly opening thighs.
Oren hooked his hands into Luc’s leather pants and pulled him closer, breathlessly saying, “Disturbances at work lower overall efficiency.”
Luc hummed, eyes fixed on Oren’s mouth. “Maybe a couple distractions are worth it.”
Oren’s pupils blew out, and he trembled beautifully. “I can be a good distraction.”
“Or a bad one.”
“I can be… bad,” Oren said, stumbling over the sentence and blushing profusely.
It shouldn’t have turned Luc on as much as it did.
He dove for Oren’s mouth… and the door to his office swung wide open. Oren turned to look, and Luc’s lips hit his cheek.
This. Could. Not. Be. Happening!
His cock was suffering trauma at this point.
The shadows around the room grew in length with the depth of Luc’s ire, and the newcomer hesitated on the threshold.
“Umm… bossss?” Jek said.
“Hello!” Oren chirped.
“OUT!” Luc boomed.
“B-but, bossss… Tana… round two…” Jek whispered, slitted eyes moving between them as he stayed where he was. Fear of Tana was possibly the only thing that could rival fear of Luc.
“He’s scared, Luc,” Oren said, batting his lashes up at him.
“Not ssscared,” Jek hissed, but Luc was too busy being assaulted by the lashes and the pout to deal with his fragile ego.
“Come on, Luc,” Oren said. “For me?”
Luc groaned and threw his head back, finally accepting that luck was going to be a mega bitch to him today.
“Fine!” he barked, and Oren clapped, bounding over to Jek to pull him inside.
Luc couldn’t catch a break.
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Round two of Tanapocalypse was significantly shorter. Quieter too. The screams were like a distant rumble somewhere in the depths of Hell, and Oren found he could easily drown them out by chatting to Jek.
Or, well… chattingathim. The snakelike demon wasn’t warming up to Oren at all, which was honestly ungrateful and uncalled for. He had put his personal satisfaction and the opportunity to finally get his virgin self down and dirty aside to save Jek’s scaly ass, and rudeness was how he was repaid for his testicles turning a lovely shade of blue.
Jek slithered away the moment the danger was no longer imminent, and Oren turned to Luc, finding him slumped in his chair, cock soft beneath his leather trousers, rubbing his temples.
