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It started with Alex pressing his bare shoulder against the glass, looking over it like he was just casually watching the courtyard below—but the way he arched his back, the way his hips shifted slowly against the window, made it very clear this wasn’t idle curiosity.

“You know,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a grin, “if someone looked up right now, they could totally see everything.” 

Hank, still half-dressed and trying to pretend he wasn’t already staring, groaned quietly. “Alex,” he warned, voice tight, “the entire west wing faces this side.” 

Alex just smirked. “Exactly.”

Hank hesitated for maybe three seconds. Long enough to consider all the reasons this was a terrible idea—privacy, reputation, basic decency—but none of them stood a chance against the sight of Alex, wearing nothing but a shirt, palms pressed flat to the glass, waiting for him. 

“You’re impossible,” Hank muttered, crossing the room in a few long strides. 

“And you’re about to get exactly what you signed up for.” Alex didn’t even pretend to be smug about it this time. 

He just exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut as Hank stepped in behind him, and whispered, “Then don’t make me wait.”

Hank’s hands trembled slightly as he reached out, gripping Alex’s hips firmly. The cool glass pressed against his chest, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off Alex’s bare skin. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Alex’s ear. “You’re playing with fire,” Hank murmured, his voice low and husky. His thumbs traced idle patterns on Alex’s hipbones, teasing the sensitive skin there.

Alex arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Then scorch me,” he challenged, grinding his ass back against Hank’s growing erection.

Hank growled softly, nipping at Alex’s earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. His hands slid up Alex’s torso, underneath his shirt, fingers splaying possessively over his chest. He pinched Alex’s nipples hard enough to make him gasp, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingertips.

“You want someone to see you like this?”

Alex shuddered, his breath coming in short gasps as Hank toyed with his nipples. He nodded frantically, pressing back against Hank’s bulge. “Yes,” he hissed, “I want them to see me getting fucked by you. I want them to know I’m yours.”

Hank’s grip on Alex tightened, his nails digging into the other man’s skin. He bit down on Alex’s shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Mine,” he agreed possessively, one hand sliding down to mess with Alex’s erection.

Alex bucked into the touch, a strangled cry escaping him. “Off,” he demanded, tugging at his shirt impatiently. “I need it off.”

Hank didn’t hesitate. He tugged Alex’s shirt over his head and tossed it aside carelessly. His hands roamed over Alex’s bare chest and stomach, mapping out every dip and curve.

Hank leaned down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along Alex’s neck and shoulder. His hands continued their exploration, dipping lower to grab Alex’s dick. He squeezed gently, relishing the way Alex shuddered and moaned. “You’re so fucking responsive,” Hank murmured against Alex’s skin. “I love it.” He nipped at Alex’s earlobe before straightening up and spinning the other man around to face him. 

Alex’s pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. He looked up at Hank with a mix of desperation and desire. “Please,” he begged, his hands fumbling with Hank’s belt. Hank caught Alex’s wrists, pinning them above his head against the glass.

He leaned in close, their lips almost touching. “Not yet,” he whispered teasingly. “I’m going to take my time with you.” Hank spun Alex back around, pressing his bare chest against the cool glass. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Alex’s ear as he spoke. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Alex obeyed instantly, his legs trembling slightly as he widened his stance. Hank’s hands slid down to grip Alex’s hips, pulling him back so that his ass pressed against Hank’s crotch. Hank ground against him slowly, letting Alex feel the outline of his hard cock through his pants.

“Do you feel that?” Hank murmured, his lips grazing Alex’s neck. “That’s what you do to me.” He punctuated his words with a sharp nip to Alex’s shoulder.

Alex arched into the touch, a soft whimper escaping him. His hands pressed flat against the glass, fingers splaying wide as he struggled to maintain control. “Please,” he begged again, pushing back against Hank desperately. “I need it.”

Hank chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Alex’s neck. “Need what?” he asked, his hands sliding around to grip Alex’s thighs. He spread Alex’s legs wider, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Alex gasped, his head falling back against Hank’s shoulder. “You,” he panted, “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me right here, where anyone could see.”

Hank groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. He reached down with one hand, fumbling with his belt and zipper until his hard cock sprang free. He pressed it against Alex’s ass, the tip leaking precum.

“Do you want that?” Hank asked hoarsely, his other hand sliding up Alex’s chest to tweak a nipple. “Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you in front of the whole west wing?”

“Yes,” Alex cried out, arching into Hank’s touch. “Fuck yes.” 

Hank didn’t hesitate. He gripped Alex’s hips tightly, lining himself up with the other man’s entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside Alex’s tight heat. Alex moaned, his fingers scrabbling against the glass as Hank filled him completely.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the windows. “So big!” Hank groaned, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of Alex’s walls clamping down around him. He pulled out slowly, until just the tip remained inside, before slamming back in. “Yes,” Alex moaned, pushing back to meet Hank’s thrusts. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Hank obliged, setting a brutal pace as he pounded into Alex from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Alex’s cries of pleasure and Hank’s grunts of exertion.

Alex’s hands scrabbled on the glass, his fingers leaving streaks of sweat and condensation behind. His body shook with each thrust, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him. Hank wrapped an arm around Alex’s waist, holding him upright as he continued to pound into him mercilessly.

“You like that?” Hank panted, his other hand reaching around to grab Alex’s dripping cock. “You like being fucked in front of everyone?” He jerked Alex off in time with his thrusts, twisting his wrist at the head of Alex’s dick.

Alex threw his head back, a loud moan tearing from his throat as Hank jerked him off. “Yes!” he cried out. “I love it! I love being watched, being fucked like a whore in front of everyone!”

Hank growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He bit down on Alex’s shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as he fucked into him with abandon. Alex cried out, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. His dick pulsed in Hank’s grip, ropes of cum splattering against the window and dripping down the glass. Hank followed soon after, burying himself deep inside Alex as he came with a roar.

Hank slumped against Alex’s back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Alex sagged against the window, his legs shaking with exhaustion. Hank pulled out slowly, watching as Alex’s hole clenched around nothing, a trickle of cum leaking out. 

“Fuck,” Hank muttered, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “That was…” He trailed off, at a loss for words. 

Alex turned around, leaning back against the glass. His eyes were glazed, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Amazing,” he finished for Hank. “Absolutely fucking amazing.”

Hank chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re insatiable,” he murmured. 

Alex grinned, pushing off the window and stepping closer to Hank. He wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck, pressing their bodies together. “Only for you,” he said softly, leaning in for a kiss.

Hank kissed him back, slow and deep. His hands slid down to grip Alex’s ass, squeezing gently. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against Alex’s. “We should get cleaned up,” he said reluctantly.

Alex nodded, but made no move to pull away. “Five more minutes,” he negotiated, burying his face in Hank’s neck.