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Respected by everyone, Doctor Zayne is the most accomplished surgeon Linkon Hospital had ever seen. He may be a rather reserved person, but it was the way he carried his composure which made people swallow their pride whenever they talked to him. In the hospital where he worked, he was probably the only person the nurses and doctors would look up to—besides one person, that was, the CEO of the establishment itself, Sylus.

In comparison to Sylus, Zayne was just the employee here, obviously, despite being the most profitable one at that. It had been almost a year that Zayne remained the top doctor of Linkon Hospital, and Sylus just as so thought that he should call him in to ‘reward’ him for his valuable deeds.

Quite a stupid scheme as an excuse to see Zayne at work, honestly—it wasn’t like they don’t see each other everyday at home, anyway. It was just that Zayne hated to mix their professional work with personal one, so he had been limiting their interaction at their workplace, despite having married for three years now.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?”

The doctor said as he walked in the room, pardoning himself with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He held himself back not to roll his eyes in front of Sylus, just in case the matter he was called for was a rather serious one. Unlikely, but he should be prepared.

Though, Zayne was right most of the time—including now.

The moment Sylus opened his mouth, bullshit may not come right away, but Zayne was sure of what was about to come after this tête-à-tête.

“Of course, I’d want to see my most profitable employee for a whole year,” the silver smirked, his hand tapping on his mahogany desk. “I believe I shall offer you a thank you.”

“Only a thank you?”

Zayne raised his eyebrow. There should be more tricks up his husband’s sleeve. This was possibly just the jest.

“No, Doctor Zayne,” his husband folded his hand and used it to prop his chin. There was a mischievous glint in his eye, one only Zayne would be able to notice. “I meant to call you to reward you, actually.”

“Oh, really?” The doctor found himself almost snorting a chuckle. Deciding to play along, he stepped closer towards the desk, folding his arms afterwards. “How kind of you, Mr. Sylus. I wonder what the reward would be?”

“I’m personally not sure if you’re gonna like it, but…,” standing up all of a sudden, Sylus grabbed Zayne by the tie so that he inched closer. The silken material of the fabric was blue and it complimented the accent of Zayne’s beautiful sapphire eyes. Obviously, because Sylus had handpicked the tie himself, giving it to Zayne a few months ago as a birthday gift. Not without the complementary fine dining, though.

Swiftly, his hands unwinded the tie, surprising Zayne who gave him a sharp glare afterwards, saying, “Now, that’s very disrespectful of you to do, Mister.”

He could hear Zayne let out a sigh, his hands propping himself to the side of Sylus’ desk. Wonder why Zayne was so tense like this. It was evening, so Sylus believed Zayne should have nothing more to do today. He specifically checked Zayne’s own schedule himself.

“Well? Aren’t I allowed to help my husband take off his tie after work?” Finally, Sylus mentioned the title. Continuing his impertinence, the silver proceeded on unbuttoning the upper two of Zayne’s buttons. He was meticulous in doing it, leaving Zayne unmoving and almost breathless.

Not being more than employer and employee was Zayne’s boundaries at work. Sylus could never understand why Zayne would establish such a partition with him, and he didn't think he would—he’d just been playing along with Zayne all this time. And now, Sylus wanted it to be Zayne’s turn to take part in his games.

“I thought it was my boss who needed me and not my husband.”

“Oh, come on, baby. You should let loose once in a while.”

Zayne was persistent, but Sylus can also be insistent.

Sylus just never had expected that coaxing Zayne right at this moment would be so easy. After saying that, Zayne climbed to sit on top of his desk in a split second. He looked so sexy like this—exasperated, with his shirt a bit disheveled. Sylus definitely would want to mess it up even further.

“You can tell me right away what is this reward you speak of, then.”

“Surely, it’s going to be something the doctor likes,” Sylus licked his lips. His own hand noticeably grabbed his crotch, rubbing at the baggage he was carrying. Zayne watched him do something so frivolous and snorted a chuckle. He couldn’t help but comment afterwards, “Sylus, if you wanted to have sex with me, you could’ve just said so.”

“Ha!” Sylus slicked his hair back at such mention and laughed in return. His husband offered him so nonchalantly as if he knew what he wanted. He had supposed Zayne to always be bad at this. So, he walked towards the side of his desk, and held Zayne by his nape, drawing his face closer. He then whispered, “Even if I wanted to fuck you in the office? Right here and now?”

Faced with Sylus’ growing desire and growling determination, Zayne’s breath hitched. Usually, Zayne wasn’t the type to just yield in his partner’s domination—it would require him more than coaxing to make him finally bend. This day was just like the other, though little did he know all this time that Sylus actually enjoyed making his husband do whatever he wanted him to do.

“You will need to try harder than that, Mister,” Zayne replied to Sylus, the title he upheld distant, unwavering even though his husband’s hands were palming his ass already. Inevitably, Zayne let out a small moan, and Sylus smirked in triumph at the reaction.

Zayne was never that difficult after all.

“Oh, I will try, alright,” as Sylus began, he circled around Zayne’s waist. He then worked on Zayne’s belt, unbuckling it hastily and sliding it off the trousers. With that, Sylus easily further opened the fly, and felt the flaccid cock from beneath the briefs. “Let’s see if my husband will be able to stand this.”

That being said, Sylus then wouldn’t hesitate to exert his attempts to draw out more moans out of Zayne. The melodious groans were so addicting, and obviously Sylus wanted more of it. His husband was testing him—that was for sure—and Sylus could never understand why. They had done this multiple times, even before they got married. It had been years and Zayne was still his reserved self when it came to this kind of stuff. Guess some people just never change.

Thankfully, Sylus knew exactly the way to Zayne’s most sensitive parts. They would stay in the same position for a little while, with Sylus’ nose deliberately rubbing against Zayne’s neckline. He breathed there, the cold breeze tickling the doctor, sending chills down his spine at the familiar thought that Sylus could have just devoured him there.

What was he waiting for?

The tease left Zayne wanting for more. Sylus had usually sunk his teeth in with no second thoughts whenever his mouth lingered there. Today felt like he was trying to draw something out of Zayne. Probably his impatience, in response to Sylus’ offending impertinence.

Remaining nuzzled at the crook of Zayne’s neck, Sylus continued on to rub Zayne’s cock from his unzipped fly. His husband still smelled nice despite having performed an 8 hour surgery; the Lauren Polo he had always worn was something Sylus would never get tired of, mixed with Zayne’s own hint of exhaustion.

It tasted domestic, but it wasn’t the only thing he wished to savor today.

Beneath him, Sylus noticed Zayne started twitching already. Using his fingers to trail his touches against the briefs, the doctor didn’t only become hard in such a short time. Perhaps, Zayne must be pent up too that he started leaking precum already from mere foreplay.

This might be just the start, but even the beginning of it was far from done. Feeling a spot dampen on Zayne’s crotch, Sylus chuckled. However, he decided he wasn’t just going to give it to Zayne, just like his husband hadn’t willingly listened to him.

“Aching, aren’t you?” Sylus whispered his words closely to Zayne’s ears, his tone low and seductive. Hot breath against his lips, Zayne was tempting Sylus to kiss him as well. He supposed such a thing can come later along with the main reward. It had always been lovely to see Zayne desperately clinging onto him, so it was what Sylus was planning to turn Zayne into.

“Fuck, Sylus.”

Not often someone as composed as Zayne would curse even under pressure. This might be getting too much for him. His bulging underwear was a sign that he was so ready to let loose, needing only the slightest touch that could send him over the brink. His hands clutched onto Sylus’ shirt, funneling his exasperation.

“Yes, baby? You can just tell me what you want, y’know.”

“Let’s just— Do it like this, should we?”

Zayne shifted his position, making it so that he was straddling Sylus. Legs wrapped around Sylus’ waist, Zayne pulled Sylus in by hugging his neck and moved his hips a little to start humping his husband.

The position was very intimate, and anyone walking in could actually tell that they were having sex, even though they were basically not. Which was actually in vain how Zayne was trying so hard not to let anyone know that he and Sylus had relations, but hopefully no one would find them entangled like this.

“Sure, if you said so,” Sylus placed his hand on Zayne’s ass, squeezing it and inciting a small moan to come out of Zayne’s throat. “Though, are you sure you’re able to keep this up? You seem to be the one struggling to maintain your conviction, Dr. Zayne.”

This smug bastard, Zayne swears discreetly as he saw Sylus’ grin. He swore he was going to show Sylus who had the say in their arrangement this time.

“We’ll see about that,” replying to him, a sneer appeared in the corner of Zayne’s lips.

Stealing the start, Zayne touched Sylus by his cheeks. It had totally mesmerized the director by how gentle he was despite his distress.

Though, Sylus wasn’t just going to let Zayne move at his own pace. After all, what he wanted to do was to rile Zayne up.

Hence, the director used his power to lift Zayne up, completely manhandling him so that Zayne could do nothing but hold onto Sylus with his leg’s strength. The doctor yelped at the sudden action, still squeezing his voice in so that they wouldn’t be too loud inside. Not waiting further, the silver then gripped onto Zayne’s back when his front was already a mess. Tilting his body a bit backwards too, Sylus then began grinding against Zayne.

His arms were hugging Sylus’ nape still, and Zayne bit his lips. The doctor’s gaze was fixated on what was going on between them down there. His vulnerable crotch rubbed onto Sylus’ toned abdomen, wringing out more precum from his cock.

While Sylus panted and rocked his body on his lap, suddenly Zayne blurted out as he reminded, “Ah … wait, we haven’t even locked the door.”

“Do we really need to?” A faint chuckle was noticeable in Sylus’ reply, accompanied by the hint of mischief. With his brows thoroughly furrowed from focusing on getting off, the director maintained the smirk upon his chagrin. “I wanted everyone to find out, though.”

“Sylus—!”

Zayne knew Sylus wasn’t serious when he said that, but he just couldn’t help but to want to  snap Sylus out of his stunt. However, it seemed that Sylus gave him no chance to refute, as Zayne felt his body slammed against the very door which he was worried about.

Hitting the frame, Sylus directly started ravaging on Zayne. He started with his neck, leaving lots of marks by sucking on the sweet skin. Zayne propped himself against the door with his palm, when Sylus commanded him to, “Lock the door,” which he managed to with a little fumble on the knob.

“Good boy,” his husband then commended as a result. Now that the door was locked, Zayne noticed Sylus felt more at ease. No wonder why the silver didn’t hold back at all and immediately went down on his neck once more.

Though he had objections at first with Sylus’ advances at work, seeing his husband this feral and desperate pushed him to eventually let him. Realizing that his shirt might be in the way of Sylus’ nuzzling against his neck, Zayne allowed him to kiss more of his skin; the doctor unbuttoned the three upper buttons of his shirt.

Sylus didn’t mind the salt in Zayne’s skin. He was hungry, and he was aching. Down there, his bulging pants needed to be taken care of, but both his hands were occupied from holding Zayne up. However, he wasn’t planning to let go either.

So, what he did next was pin Zayne to that very door, his hips bucking and grinding his bulge against Zayne’s crotch.

“Still sure that you don’t completely want this, Doctor Zayne?”

They both know the answer to that. Zayne’s breath was already hitching and his face completely red. Sylus also recognized the kind of gaze Zayne gave him as he worked themselves down there.

Zayne wanted this too. He was just beating around the bush, playing around to see how far Sylus could be riled up until the point of distress. And if that was what he wanted, then Sylus would be more than glad to fulfill it.

“I am afraid you need to do better than that, Director.”

“Yeah? You want more than just this ? Want my cock up your ass, ramming my desperation into you? Wonder what’s stopping me right now, hm?”

Both of Sylus’ palms grabbed Zayne’s asscheeks and squeezed them. Indeed, the only thing stopping him was the verbal consent Zayne had yet spoken. Even when the raven certainly would allow his husband, Sylus felt like it would be hotter if he gave up and said it himself. That would mean taking apart Zayne’s control—and the moment he relinquished his pride, Sylus would be more than glad to parade it.

“Ah! Be patient,” between his ragged breaths, Zayne dug his fingers in Sylus’ shoulders. The doctor was solely focusing on not falling down, his legs circling around Sylus’ thrusting hips. Inevitably, his body was jerked up and down, his cock gaining pleasure just by jolts and nudges from his position.

Zayne’s back kept on hitting the door and he wondered if there was possibly a noticeable knocking from what they were doing. The secretaries should be just outside managing the chores his husband had given them, while the mischievous director was busy fucking his surgeon.

“How am I supposed to be patient when you’re such a delectable meal right now, hm?”

The thrill of being found out pushed Zayne further to the edge. He wasn’t able to hold himself back from moving his hips too, his crotch meeting Sylus’ toned abdomen while Sylus’ cock rubbed enthusiastically against his ass.

Then again, they were still clothed and the pleasure was far than enough for them to be satiated by each other. To strip themselves off their outfit would require more strenuous effort, so all they did was keep clinging onto that ounce of rapture they were only able to get by frotting. Building up in their cores, the heat ignited fire in their loins, inciting them to show each other their most animalistic feats only to jerk off.

The end result was rather embarrassing afterwards for Zayne. Despite his display of unwillingness since the beginning, he was the one to come first—in his pants, nonetheless. It freed himself out of his agony, at the very least, but didn’t stop what was impending.

Escaping Zayne’s chords, the loud moan indicated Sylus that Zayne just ejaculated. Alas, Sylus responded to his susceptibility with a rather mocking smirk on his face, as if he was saying, I won .

Zayne couldn’t deny that he wasn’t abashed. He was most likely speechless, but anything he was about to say would be swallowed by Sylus’ passionate kiss afterwards anyways. All while he was putting Zayne down, the doctor still felt like Sylus was pinning him down.

Even without Sylus’ direct touch on him, Sylus was completely overpowering him. Their height difference wasn’t that big, yet Zayne felt small anyways in front of Sylus. Like looming in front of him, it was most likely Sylus’ undomesticated gaze which gave Zayne such an impression.

Luckily, Zayne was just not the type to be intimidated only by looks. If he was, the platinum ring adorned with small garnets wouldn’t be wrapped around his ring finger. The same one had perched in Sylus’ right hand, never to be taken off, which had recently begun to wrap itself around Zayne’s neck. Sylus invited him to another kiss, but Zayne decided that he wasn’t going to let Sylus take the reins anymore.

While Sylus held Zayne by his neck, the doctor pushed him down towards the desk again. The paperworks turned into a chaotic mess, but Sylus would only worry about that later. Zayne took off his whole trousers, got on top of Sylus, and let his ass met Sylus’ bulging cock once more. Dropping his weight onto the crotch, Zayne put pressure on Sylus at where it’d be pleasurable. Afterwards, he moved back a little, unbuckling the director’s pants.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

As he said so, Zayne unconsciously licked his lips. His hands worked meticulously to unbuckle Sylus’ pants. Once his fly was open, Zayne heard Sylus reply with a laugh, “Don’t pretend like this isn’t what you wanted too, Doctor.”

It sounded like Sylus was mocking him, and maybe he indeed was. Zayne would want to turn that chortling into something else soon, and he wasn’t going to be merciful about it.

Teeth gritted, Zayne proceeded on—swiftly, he had already pulled out Sylus’ cock out of its confines. The doctor’s hands were cold but he used it regardless to take a hold of the magnificent girth in front of him. Ingrained in his face, Sylus’ grin gave the impression of anticipation. Or self-esteem, it seemed, to guess his self-image reflected in the calming sapphire of Zayne’s eyes.

The lengthy jut of the silver’s cock was never something Zayne wasn’t able to handle. This was what Sylus liked the most about Zayne. Naturally, he was a size queen, but he still obviously needed preparation to take such girth.

While he rubbed the cockhead at his crack, Zayne spat to his hand and used his saliva to coat Sylus’ girth. Which was a little funny considering the packet of condoms residing in Sylus’ pocket, but still a delight to behold when Zayne seemed so eager in having sex.

Usually, Zayne wasn’t as feral as Sylus, but the moment he showed his fervor, Sylus would never get enough of it. This was Zayne’s way of surrendering to him, after all.

It was a shame that Sylus couldn’t see the magnificent view of Zayne’s hole swallowing his own fingers as he stretched it, but he supposed he should be satisfied with the expression Zayne served him. The doctor’s eyelids flutter, till it narrowed in a split second from the obtrusion he inflicted on himself. Zayne kept his gaze locked onto Sylus, not allowing his husband to avert his—captivating.

Sylus watched. Watch was all he was allowed to do. Zayne wouldn't let him disturb his attempt to prepare himself, despite his longing to be inside Zayne already. The tension was high and his ejaculation was nigh; Sylus felt like he could’ve easily with only the slightest touch on his cock right now.

He believed he was better than that, luckily. Saved himself the embarrassment.

“Thank you for your reward, director.”

As if stealing his expression, Zayne put on the same smugness Sylus had always had on his face. Though, the doctor didn’t give him any time to react upon his switch up.

Zayne gave Sylus what he had been waiting for by impaling himself on Sylus’ cock. Almost like Sylus was the one getting rewarded for his effort and patience to rile Zayne up. Tightness and warmth enveloped his pulsating girth with the right intensity. Sylus closed his eyes, enjoying the embrace of his husband’s ass.

“Baby…,” Sylus moaned as he opened his eyes again. The sight of Zayne still in his disheveled shirt, garter belt and socks turned him on so much—he could feel his balls tighten. He wanted to make Zayne feel as good as him, reckoning after all he was the one who offered to ‘reward’ the doctor.

“Yeah, daddy?”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Zayne’s words, as it was unusual for him to call Sylus by such a title. The twist of his hips pulling an excruciating tug inside Sylus’ abdomen, teasing his urge to pump him full of cum immediately. Incidentally, it had rather pushed the correct buttons within Sylus; itching, Sylus’ hands grabbed Zayne’s plumpiness and squeezed them together, resulting in further clinching from the hole.

“Oh, I’ll put another baby inside you, alright. We’re not stopping until you get pregnant.”

They both know that it was something impossible, with the physiology Zayne was born with—his aroused dick protruding behind the bottom of the shirt he was wearing. Still, it was inevitably what made it hot. They weren’t going to stop until they were satisfied, even when they could never get enough of each other.

Dribbling on their thighs was Zayne’s precum. It wet their skins, creating glisten under the office lights. The opening up of Zayne’s massaging hole allowed Sylus to move his hips and rammed his cock balls deep inside, utilizing Zayne’s weight to delve deeper.

And indeed not enough it was, despite the cockhead pushing against Zayne’s most sensitive spot. Measures were taken; not shying away, he pinched his nipples and played with them. Index and thumb rubbed the hardening tip, giving himself a tickling sensation, bringing groans.

“A—Aah, fuck. So fucking good, Sy. Give me more, more. Get me pregnant.”

Not everyday Zayne would curse like this. Under his hot breath, the crude word came out softer, turning what seemed like a command into a glorious plea.

Sylus also almost couldn’t believe that such filthy words had escaped Zayne’s mouth. His husband was a doctor, a very logical person, yet apparently his own cock was just so good that it was able to turn Zayne’s brain inside out, so he played along with Sylus’ nonsense.

“Who would’ve known that the hospital's most respected doctor could actually turn into such a stupid whore for the director’s cock, hm?”

Filthier words were spoken by the director. He was taller and relatively stronger too, and it was easier for him to manhandle the doctor. He did it with his hands gripping tight; an excruciating pain on Zayne’s hips, helping the doctor bounce on his cock. Accompanied by Sylus’ thrusting, he was soon balls deep inside his husband. His balls started slapping with Zayne’s cheeks, thighs clapping as well.

Zayne worked out together with Sylus every week, but even with his toned abs, having his husband’s massive member so deep inside him created a visible bulge beneath his stomach. It felt so lewd, especially when now his sensitive spot was milked by the curve of Sylus’ cock.

The gratifying pleasure made Zayne’s eyes roll back. His mouth was moaning unintelligibly, spit drooling in the corner of his lips without him realizing. Truly a sight to behold for Sylus, along with his hands pinching his own nipples.

Sylus could definitely do more for Zayne. Push him to the brink and topple him over. Straightening his back, the silver slapped Zayne’s hands. His nipples were free again, with a small protest from Zayne, but not for long—Sylus’ tongue quickly lapped on the sensitive buds, replacing the cold fingertips over with a hotter and wet sensation.

“You’re going  … to be the death of me, Sylus….”

While Zayne slowly spelled out, he threw his head back and exposed his neck. Sylus easily inched up and bit his neck, unhesitantly leaving kiss marks and bite marks there. A little wrench from pain could be heard next, then a long groan after that—Zayne was cumming uncontrollably, his dick spurting out white liquid which dirtied Sylus’ shirt.

In desperation, to funnel his pleasure as well, Zayne wrapped his arms around Sylus’ neck. His hand reached the silver strands of his husband’s hair and grabbed them, tugging at them while pushing the head. Sylus buried his nose in Zayne’s shoulder, devouring his exhaustion and turning them into delight.

“Your body could never lie to me, Zayne.”

Still haven’t reached his orgasm, Sylus grinded his hips, his cock nestled inside and twitching. Zayne was overstimulated and overwhelmed, not expecting to ride out his own ejaculation for this long.

“Wait a second, Sy—”

Notwithstanding the constant thrusts, Zayne tried to get off Sylus’ lap. However, his husband’s grip on his waists was too strong—though, not until Sylus suddenly manhandled him and positioned him so that he was bent over the desk.

“I’m not done yet, baby.”

The statement was as obvious as Sylus’ still erect cock, nudging Zayne’s ass. The doctor looked back just to see Sylus hurriedly unbuttoning his whole shirt and pulling down his pants further. His husband was sweating as much as he did. Slicking his hair back, Sylus looked even more handsome that way.

If Zayne was at least five years younger, maybe he would get hard again; wouldn’t be struggling so much with his stamina. He wondered where Sylus got his from. His work was probably the thing sucking his life out of him, unlike Sylus who mostly did paperworks rather than surgeries. 

Yet, Sylus didn’t give a fuck about any of that. All he thought about was cumming now, his mind clouded with the urge to breed. As a result, all of Zayne’s protests were in vain. Pitifully, Zayne’s voice was arrested at the back of his throat, unable to come out due to the shock of Sylus putting it in and pistoning immediately.

“Sylus…!”

“You tightened up so quickly, doctor. Taking your reward so meticulously as you always do. God, you’re such a gift.”

Something else pooled in Zayne’s stomach. Sylus fucked him with his cock as deep as before. His pounding must have shaped Zayne’s insides the same as his husband’s cock; the intensity of it knocking up on his bladder. All while his rectal muscles keep on puckering, sucking up Sylus’ length to the hilt.

“Stop it. Stop it, or else—”

It would certainly be unfair if Sylus did halt before he even came, but Zayne felt unwell with the constant violation. Filling up his urethra again wasn’t his cum nor precum, but something less viscous and clear.

Unfortunately, Sylus wasn’t listening to him.

“Or else what? You can just tell me, baby. Show me everything.”

The words were tempting, whispered so closely with conviction. The table beneath him swayed a little, and the thrust worsened the way the wood rocked against his stomach. If he just let go, he would become very depraved—but he could care less about what Sylus thought of him, because, “I love you, baby,” was proclaimed in his ear, accompanied with a bite on his lobe. 

“Mh! Aah…!”

He really couldn’t hold back anymore. Sylus’ hips were jerking rapidly, only slowing down to give deep, hard thrusts which hammered right at Zayne’s prostate. But the worst part of it was that it severely bumped his bladder over and over again, while Zayne’s languid muscles were unable to prevent his pee from spilling out.

Zayne squirted, peeing from his limp dick towards Sylus’ bristled carpet and Sylus wasn’t even mad about it—he laughed.

“Fuck!”

And when he did, perhaps the shudder from Zayne’s weak waists sent a pleasurable vibration towards Sylus. The silver came immediately, not even bothering to pull out from Zayne’s ass. The engulfing warmth completely milked out the horniness out of Sylus.

Both their backs were hunched upon the desk. Sylus didn’t mind at the fact that Zayne’s cock just spilled urine. He grabbed it, noticing that Zayne hadn’t let out his cum yet for the second time at the very least and jerked it off.

“Hey—”

“You did so well, baby. Just let go. I’m making you feel good, aren’t I?”

Indeed, Sylus had always done so. It was just the only thing coming out of Zayne’s mouth was only mewling and crying. Still, they weren’t a form of protest.

Adding to the mess on the carpet, Zayne cummed again for the second time that day. He was absolutely spent, and he pulled himself away from Sylus due to his weak legs.

Propping himself to the desk, he squatted down, while Sylus gave himself a pat on his head. Now, he felt like a child. Small. Helpless. Zayne pouted.

Sylus pulled his chair towards Zayne to let his husband sit on it. He wouldn’t usually have let anyone else take his place, but he didn’t mind as long as it was Zayne. He didn’t even care that his own cum dripping from Zayne’s asshole was also dirtying his leather chair. It was quite a sight to behold, to be honest.

“I—I just peed on the carpet….”

Indeed, it felt inevitable for Zayne to not comment on the mess. His personality stayed consistent, though Sylus could see the embarrassment seeping through his cheeks. He wasn’t going to make fun of it, though.

“It happens, don’t you worry,” giving Zayne a peck on his cheeks, Sylus continued, “I can just tell my secretary to get a new one and throw this one out. Stop worrying.”

So fucking cute. This was definitely the side Zayne rarely let anyone see. Sylus would forever be grateful that he was the only one who was able to witness it, being the only person Zayne allowed to fuck him.

“Damn you,” Zayne cussed at him, hitting him once again lightly on his chest. “I shouldn’t have entertained you at all. I peed on the carpet, Sylus!”

He laughed again. Zayne didn’t seem like he had gotten over it, but Sylus agreed—it was something new, indeed.

“I’m glad you enjoyed my reward, baby.”

More kisses were given towards Zayne’s cheeks. They turn redder by the time Sylus was done pestering him, though Zayne’s slight irritation remained the same with his reply.

“What was the reward again?”

“My Vitamin D.”

“Sylus!”

Right, that was why Sylus enjoyed messing around with his husband after all these years. It was the way Zayne called his name, moaning his name.

Even when Zayne could be cold at first, Sylus would be able to melt him with his fiery passion—creating the right amount of warmth once they get in an embrace.