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Marius brings a cup of tea to Artem's home office. He placed it down, looking at how Artem is still focused on his work. The movie night planned all gone when the busy attorney brought home work. Marius back hugs him, wrapping his arms around the other’s chest. “Done soon? How much longer do I have to wait to get my hubby back from these papers?” A smile seeps through, placing the papers down. His head turned to see Marius pouting. “There’s quite a bit. You can go head to bed if you're tired.” The other whines, nuzzling into their faces. “I’ll wait till you’re done. Those papers aren’t gonna get more attention from you than me.” He smirks, letting go of Artem. A soft chuckle leaves Artem before giving a nod, returning to his work.
Some time later, Marius returned. Artem noticed only when he stood right up next to him. “Thought of a little motivation method. Let me warm your cock up.” The other’s face turns rosy. He simply nodded, letting his chair be shifted out. Marius kneels beneath the desk. He undo Artem’s pants, freeing his cock. He takes the tip in. Artem's breath stutters before shifting to the edge of the seat. Marius comfortably sucked on it before taking more. He grins hearing the other’s breathing turns heavier. Marius rested his head against his thigh, holding their cock in his mouth.
The paper gets filed away. Artem was surprised he even completed his work in this state. His face immediately zoomed down to the warmth around his cock. Marius had his eyes shut, seeming to rest upon being bored. Artem carefully had his hand pat the other. His other hand wiped the glisten at the corner of their lips. “Wake up.” He murmured out, gently rocking him awake. Marius groans, seeming to come back to reality when realizing his mouth is full. Artem slides Marius off, stifling a groan from the sudden hit of cool air. “We can head back to bed.” Marius gets up, Artem's hand shielding him from banging his head on the desk. He used the desk for support, waiting for his legs to work again.
Artem gets slightly flustered noticing Marius' crotch having a damp spot. The other guided his hand onto him. “Shall we do it here?” The other’s lowered gaze made him conscious of his semi. “The bedroom will be more comfortable.” Despite his recommendation, the younger’s pleading eyes convince him otherwise. Artem steps towards him, pressing him against the desk. A knock sound accompanied when Marius hit against the table, having him groan. Artem looked puzzled, his eyes noticing the grin. His hand slides beneath Marius’ pants. A metal coolness comes in contact with his finger tips. He traces it down lower, figuring out the anal hook he has worn. “When was this worn?” A chuckle comes out of the other. “While you were busy with work. Are you just gonna avoid the main event?” Marius drops his pants, freeing his leaky cock. The older pressed closer, his hand stroking them together. Marius' hand joins in. His other hand held dearly to Artem’s face, closing the gap. “May I?” The other kisses him in response. Their kiss deepens, growing more passionate.
They only part when white spills between them, coating their hands and some stray drops landing onto the ground. “Bedroom.” Artem leads Marius off, the other kissing the whole way there. Artem sits on the bed as the other removes the anal hook. He climbs on them, lubing up his entrance. “Are you sure you can take it right away?” Marius nods, fitting it in him. Marius groans as takes it inch by inch. Artem eyelids flutter, feeling the warmth envelope. “Enjoying it baby? Just let me do all the work…” He starts to move his hips, having the other moan beneath him. Their moans grow louder as their pace quickens. Marius' hips stills when Artem comes inside him, inducing his own.
Marius lay on top of Artem. “Anything else you want, baby?” Artem chuckled, his hand intertwining into Marius’ hair. “I expect my office to be thoroughly clean.” The other whines but not outright objecting. “I was expecting more like helping you shower or being demanded to be princess carrying.” He kisses the crown of his head. “I thought that's already given by you?” Snickers leave Marius. “Damn right. I’ll give you all that and more.”