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“What the fu... oh! Hey, baby,” Chris yelps.
“Don’t ‘hey, baby’ me,” Lee whispers, icy blue stare piercing Chris.
Shrugging, Chris timidly mumbles, “It was in the script. I had to kiss him. It meant nothing.”
“You didn’t have to enjoy it that much. Christ, Chris, you could have kept your tongue out of his throat,” Lee threw his arms up in exasperation.
Chris attempts to take Lee into his arms, “I only have feelings for you.”
Lee shifts so Chris can’t encircle him. “You better.”
“You’re adorable when you’re jealous,” Chris smirks.
Lee leans in as if to hug Chris, but spins him around instead. He pins Chris’ arm behind him, walking him over to the desk. He grinds himself on Chris’ ass, bouncing his hips on the wooden edge. He’ll have bruises later, but the start of an erection now.
Lee runs two fingers over Chris’ lips, “who’s mouth is this?”
“Yours,” Chris gasps.
“Fuckin right,” Lee bites his earlobe. He jams his fingers into Chris’ mouth, making him gag. “Be a good boy.”
Removing his fingers, Lee rests his hand between Chris’ shoulder blades. He shoves his chest and head flat AGAINST THE DESK. He makes short work of Chris’ pants, getting them over that firm ass. Dropping his own fly, Lee frees his stiff cock. He pulls a small bottle of lube from his back pocket. He’d learned to carry one around since meeting Chris. He flips the cap and drizzles lubrication between Chris’ ass cheeks. He rams it home with a grunt. Lee sets a rough pace, only worried about getting himself off. If Chris comes, then he comes. If not, well this is a punishment after all.
Lee continues thrusting, panting, and growling like a caged wild cat. He stills. Chris feels the warmth; the pulsation of Lee’s orgasm. He attempts to move his own hips, but Lee pins him harder.
“You haven’t popped yet, baby,” Lee questions knowingly.
“Lee...,” Chris whines with frustration. “Please? So hard. So close.”
“If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll grant you release when we get home,” Lee chuckles. “You are being disciplined, after all.”
As Chris starts to complain, there’s a knock on the door. They both jumping to get descent again.
“I just need to review a couple thi... ummm,” Tom begins as he barges into the office. “Am I interrupting?”
“No. Just rehearsing,” Chris clearly lies.
“I don’t recall writing this part in,” Tom chuckles. “Try zipping your pants and inventing a better excuse. I’ll be waiting downstairs at a table when you can pry yourselves apart.” He laughs at their terrible lie, shutting the door behind him.
The guys burst into embarrassed laughter. They straighten themselves up and go back to work.
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