Gavin strode confidently towards his office, eager to open up early that morning. As he passed by the large window, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection and couldn't help but admire it. His chiselled jawline was accentuated by a neatly groomed short beard, and his jet-black hair added an air of mystery to his handsome features. He straightened his tie and adjusted his suit jacket and couldn't help but feel satisfied with how put together he looked, ready to tackle whatever challenges the day may bring.
The moment Gavin's polished leather shoes crossed the threshold of his office, a shiver coursed through his veins. His sanctuary, usually a picture of order, was violated. Drawers hung open like gaping maws, their contents spilled in a disarray across the cool marble floor. Gavin's hand clenched into a tight fist at his side. Papers—confidential, private documents—were strewn about as if mere playthings for the perverse pleasure of some faceless marauder. The controlled chaos that Gavin so masterfully orchestrated each day had been upended, leaving him with a raw surge of anger that demanded retribution.
His tall, well-built frame tensed, his eyes as his gaze swept over the wreckage. It was personal, a strike at the heart of his empire. With a swift motion born of frustration, Gavin plucked his phone from his pocket. He felt the weight of the device in his hand, a weapon to summon justice—or perhaps vengeance.
"Police," he said, voice low and brimming with barely restrained fury. The word was a hiss between gritted teeth, a command that brooked no argument.
"There’s been a break-in at my office,” his tone now wrapped in the silk of composure that belied the tempest within. "Send someone immediately." He delivered his address with the precision of a man accustomed to being heard and obeyed. As he ended the call, the grip on his phone relaxed, but the ember of rage smouldered within, igniting a darker desire for control that flickered dangerously beneath the surface of his refined exterior.
Gavin's measured strides carved a path through the chaos of his once immaculate office, the sharp click of his shoes against the polished floor echoing the rhythm of his turbulent thoughts. He prowled the room like a caged panther, muscles coiled.
Soon the distant wail of a siren sliced through the stillness, growing progressively louder, a siren song heralding the approach of authority. Gavin paused mid-stride, his keen eyes lifting to gaze out the window. As the siren swelled, Gavin's chest expanded with a deep, grounding breath. His heart beat a steady drum.
With another silent breath, Gavin composed himself, the raw edge of his anger honed into something sharper. He stood tall, a figure of formidable presence against the backdrop of his violated domain, fully prepared to meet the enforcers of law with the full might of his confident, persuasive nature.
The polished black shoes of law enforcement touched down on the gritty pavement with purpose, their crisp echoes resonating up to Gavin's ears. He watched with surprise as his old friends Officer Mills and Officer Thompson stepped out of their vehicle, the sunlight catching the sharp angles of their uniforms, instilling an air of formidable authority that immediately attracted his attention.
Gavin’s gaze fixated on Officer Mills. The first rays of morning sunlight danced upon the officer's striking blonde hair, creating a radiant halo that stood out boldly against the deep navy fabric of his uniform. His impeccably groomed moustache framed his upper lip with precision, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and giving him an air of authority. He stood tall and proud, exuding confidence and strength with every step he took.
As Mills moved, there was an undeniable grace—a predator's poise—that caught in Gavin's breath and held it captive. There was something about the officer's allure that demanded recognition, a magnetic pull that stirred a familiar blend of admiration and desire within the confines of Gavin's chest.
Gavin's pulse quickened, a silent drumbeat echoing through his veins, as he stood motionless, his focus narrowed and intense. He could feel the warmth before he saw it—a smile that seemed to radiate from Officer Mills as he approached.
"Nice to see you again, Gav!" he said, the timbre of his voice a smooth caress against the tension in the air. “But hey, I’m sorry it’s in these circumstances”.
His senior partner, Officer Thompson, stood behind him, his presence looming over Mills. He was tall and solidly built, with an air of experience that surpassed Mills' own. His black hair, now peppered with streaks of grey, added to the distinguished and commanding aura he exuded. The look in his eyes held both wisdom and a hint of weariness from years on the job.
"Quite a mess," Thompson commented, stepping past Gavin into the violated office. As he moved, Gavin noticed how the officer's uniform hugged his body, the fabric straining slightly across broad shoulders and a trim waist—each movement a subtle display of controlled strength.
Mills’ eyes carried a softness that belied the stern cut of his jaw, a gentleness that seemed out of place amidst the disarray of scattered papers and personal effects. Yet, as his gaze swept over the chaos, it was not the dishevelled drawers or the upturned items that held his attention.
His eyes found Gavin again and again, blue orbs flickering with an intensity that bordered on invasive. There was an undercurrent there—a silent conversation woven through every prolonged glance.
Mills' gaze lingered, tracing the lines of Gavin's form with an appreciation that felt almost tangible. With every stolen look, Mills offered a silent challenge, a dare for Gavin to acknowledge the heat simmering beneath the surface of their encounter. It was an invitation to play with fire – again.
Thompson moved through the space with a predatory grace, his frame imposing and unyielding. The seasoned officer's eyes pierced through the disorder, sharp and calculating. He canvassed every inch of the room methodically, muscles tensing beneath his uniform as he sifted through the chaos for any sliver of evidence. His silence was absolute, a dominant presence that filled the room without uttering a single word.
Mills, on the other hand, seemed to weave a different sort of spell. He leaned in close to Gavin, his voice a low rumble of warmth that belied the frigid air of the violated office.
"How have you been?" Mills asked, his words sliding like silk across Gavin's heightened senses.
“Great - apart from this……I’m not having much luck recently”
“Oh… I don’t know….” replied Mills with a slight grin. “Every cloud has a silver lining…. anyway, tell me about this morning”.
As Gavin recounted the details, Mills nodded, his touch ghosting over Gavin's forearm in an act of feigned comfort or perhaps something more deliberate, more daring. The contact was fleeting, yet laden with unspoken promise, a lingering caress that sent a whisper of heat through Gavin's veins. It was a subtle assertion of control, an insinuation of intimacy where none should exist.
"Does anything seem missing?" His fingers grazed Gavin's skin again, this time a touch more pronounced, a silent command demanding Gavin's full attention.
Gavin's pulse thrummed louder in his ears, each beat syncing with the slow, deliberate movements of Mills' hand. The atmosphere thickened, charged with a dangerous energy.
“I’m not sure…. there were no valuables to take anyway” replied Gavin.
Mills' eyes never left him, even as he took notes, a piercing blue that seemed to strip away the layers of Gavin's composure. Mills' gaze held him captive, a blue inferno that seemed to see through Gavin's tailored suit.
With calculated casualness, Mills brushed against Gavin while reaching to collect his notepad. The contact was again fleeting, yet it sent a jolt of electric fervour through Gavin's veins—unexpected, but welcome, and undeniably magnetic. The brush of fabric against fabric, the warmth of another body in proximity; it was a tease.
An unspoken energy crackled between him and the two officers, as tangible as the strewn papers at their feet. A glance, heavy with meaning, passed between Mills and Thompson, their eyes locking for a second too long. It was a silent exchange, laden with the acknowledgment of the raw attraction.
Mills' smile lingered on Gavin, a warm stroke against the chill of the room, while Thompson's stern face softened just enough to betray his interest. The two men stood there, representatives of law and order, yet in that fleeting moment, they were simply men—men with desires that mirrored Gavin's own.
His gaze flickered between Mills and Thompson, from the blonde allure of the younger officer to the seasoned strength of the older one. They were a study in contrasts, each captivating in their unique way. The lines of blurred as Gavin's desire mounted, a relentless tide threatening to breach the dams of his restraint.
"Is there anything else you can tell us, Gav?" Officer Mills' voice was low, a velvet rumble that vibrated through the room, leaving a trail of goosebumps on Gavin's arms.
"Nothing that hasn't already been said," he replied, his own voice betraying the undercurrent of arousal that laced his words.
"Perhaps a more... thorough search is warranted," Thompson suggested, the edge in his voice slicing through the bated breaths, drawing a shudder from Gavin.
Mills stepped closer, invading Gavin's personal space,
"I couldn't agree more, partner," he murmured, and Gavin felt the touch of his fingers, light as a feather yet heavy with promise, grazing the inside of his wrist.
Thompson moved in, his shadow merging with theirs, his presence a wall of heat at Gavin's back. There was no mistaking the intention behind the weight of his hand as it landed on Gavin's shoulder, the silent assertion of control sending a shiver down Gavin's spine.
"Turn around," Thompson commanded, his voice a dark caress that beckoned Gavin to obey.
Gavin complied, his body responding with a readiness that betrayed his hunger for the dominance they offered. He faced Thompson, looking up into eyes that gleamed with a predatory glint.
"Good," Thompson approved, his hand moving from Gavin's shoulder to tilt his chin upward, ensuring their gazes remained locked.
Thompson leaned in, his face drawing closer to Gavin's until their lips met in a passionate kiss. The warmth of their breath mingled between them as they held each other tightly, lost in the intensity of the moment. Their bodies pressed together, creating an electric current that pulsed through them both. Time seemed to stand still as their lips moved in unison, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never express.
A firm touch encircled Gavin's waist, pulling him. The older man's hands were large and assertive, imprinting ownership onto Gavin's tailored shirt.
The world shrunk to the space between their bodies, where heat emanated from Thompson's towering form. But then there was Mills, the younger officer, closing in on Gavin's other side, his presence a different kind of force—friendly yet equally compelling, blond hair catching the dim light like spun gold against his uniform.
Gavin's pulse quickened as the two men pressed against him, Mills' approachable warmth on one side, Thompson's unyielding strength on the other. The energy in the room shifted, charged with an electric anticipation that buzzed beneath Gavin's skin. Their synchronized steps guided him backward, the inevitability of their intent as clear.
Thompson broke away from their kiss, and they moved together towards the desk at the heart of the room. The polished mahogany desk, once a testament to Gavin's control and order, became a canvas of chaos as Thompson's hand swept across it. The sound of papers fluttering to the floor was like a symphony to Gavin's ears, each sheet cascading down a note in the prelude to what was to come. With deliberate carelessness, pens rolled and clattered to a stop, leaving an empty stage set by Thompson’s authoritative gesture.
"Lay down" Mills commanded, his voice a low rumble that resonated with the hidden depths of Gavin's desires.
Gavin's response was immediate, his body moving as if pulled by unseen strings, every nerve ending alive with the need to comply. His breath hitched, chest heaving with a mix of nerves and raw excitement, as he laid himself across the now barren desk.
Mills remained standing, his presence looming over Gavin like a conqueror surveying his domain. Their gazes locked, and in Mills' eyes, Gavin saw a reflection of his own hunger—a silent conversation where words were unnecessary. A shiver ran through Gavin's body, not from cold but from the intensity of their connection. In Mills' gaze, there was a promise of what was to come, a silent vow that spoke volumes.
Thompson's shadow fell over Gavin, a foreteller of the domination to come. His hands, confident and assertive, clasped around Gavin's waist with an ownership that sent a jolt through Gavin's core. He leaned in close, his breath hot against the shell of Gavin's ear, each whispered word laced with authority that threaded through Gavin's mind, binding him to Thompson's will.
"Do exactly what we tell you" Thompson's voice rumbled, a dark promise that resonated with Gavin's deepest cravings. The power in his tone was absolute, and it fanned the flames of Gavin's desire into a roaring blaze
The two men towered over him, their strong and confident hands swiftly removing his clothes. Gavin's shirt unbuttoned, revealing tufts of dark hair on his chest and the muscles that ripple beneath his skin.
All of Gavin's broad, muscular chest became exposed, the hairs standing on end in anticipation. His trousers are pulled down, baring his legs and the growing bulge in his boxers.
Thompson's hand reached into his trousers and emerged with his thick, veiny cock that glistened in the dim light. He held it out in front of him, offering it to Gavin with an almost predatory look in his eye. The sheer size and hardness of his cock is both intimidating and enticing. Thompson's hand wrapped around it, stroking it slowly and firmly. The touch of his skin against the sensitive head of his cock sent shivers of pleasure through him.
With a strong, confident hand, Thompson guided his hard cock to Gavin's parted lips, an unspoken but unmistakable command that left no room for hesitation. The heat radiating from Thompson's body pressed against Gavin, urging him to accept and surrender to their mutual desire. And with a hungry eagerness, Gavin complied, his mouth eagerly opening to welcome the firm intrusion. The taste of Thompson's warm skin branded itself onto his tongue, leaving an indelible mark of pleasure and longing in its wake.
As Gavin adjusted to the weight and presence of Thompson inside his mouth, another force made itself known. Mills, ever the friendly counterpart to Thompson's dominance, knelt before him. His fingers hooked beneath the waistband of Gavin's boxers with a deceptive gentleness. In one fluid motion born of both experience and anticipation, Mills stripped the last barrier from Gavin's body, exposing him fully to their ravenous gazes.
Gavin felt the cool air kiss his naked skin, contrasting sharply with the warmth emanating from the two officers. His cock is long and thick, standing erect with a slight curve towards the tip. The skin is flushed and engorged, veins visible underneath. The head is a deep shade of purple, glistening with wetness.
Mills dipped his head, his lips hovering just inches from Gavin's straining cock. Slowly, he engulfed it with desperate hunger, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. A jolt of pleasure surged through Gavin as Mills' mouth enveloped him, the warmth and wetness sending shivers down his spine. His cock head met Mills' lips, and then its entire length disappeared inside, taken in by the passionate suction. The taste of Gavin's skin lingered on Mills' tongue as he continued to suck and lick, savoring every texture and flavor. With each movement of his skilled mouth, Gavin felt his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of Mills' desire for him.
The dual sensations of being filled and consumed were intoxicating. Gavin's breaths came in short gasps, each exhale a testament to the power they wielded over him. He was caught in a vice of sensation, driven by the unyielding pressure of Thompson's cock thrusting into his mouth and the rhythmic suction of Mills working between his legs.
Time seemed to dilate, each second stretching into an eternity of fervid indulgence as Thompson's relentless rhythm began to wane. Thompson's cock grew impossibly large as it plunged into Gavin's mouth, filling every inch of space with its girth. With each thrust, it pushed deeper and deeper until the head hit the back of Gavin's throat, eliciting a gag reflex that made him struggle for breath. But Thompson's strong hands held him firmly in place, forcing him to continue taking every inch. The mix of pleasure and pain was overwhelming as Thompson found new depths within Gavin's body. The potent scent of his arousal filled Gavin's senses. Despite the discomfort, he couldn't deny the thrill that came with being dominated by such a powerful force. As Thompson's hips moved in a steady rhythm, Gavin surrendered to the intense sensations coursing through his body, lost in the moment and completely under Thompson's control.
With a suddenness that bordered on violence, Thompson withdrew, releasing Gavin from the demanding presence in his mouth. Gasping for air, the taste of dominance lingering on his lips.
Gavin's heart raced as he watched Thompson swiftly make his way to the opposite end of the desk. He could feel the intensity in the air, thick and charged with desire. Thompson's strong hands firmly grasped Gavin's calves, pulling him towards the edge of the polished mahogany desk. The cool surface sent shivers down Gavin's spine, a welcome respite from the heat of their passionate encounter. Thompson towered over him, his gaze heavy with intent. The authority radiated from him like an aura, commanding without a word. He watched, transfixed, as Thompson descended.
Without ceremony, Thompson parted Gavin's cheeks, exposing him to the office's muted light. He knelt on the ground, positioning himself between Gavin's open legs. His tongue eagerly made contact with Gavin's exposed skin, tracing along the outline of his hole with a deliciously teasing touch. The air was heavy with anticipation and desire as they both lost themselves in the intimate moment. The first touch of Thompson's tongue was electric, a shockwave that rippled across Gavin's nerve endings. Thompson laved at the sensitive skin; his tongue insistent, worshipful in its exploration. Gavin's world narrowed to the sensation of Thompson's tongue delving deeper, claiming him in the most intimate of invasions.
"Mine," Thompson growled against the tender skin, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Gavin’s core. The assertion was possessive, a claim staked in the dark landscape of their passion. And as Thompson's tongue plunged into him with ferocity, Gavin could do nothing but surrender to the tide, allowing himself to be swept away by the pleasure that awaited him.
Mills shifted his attention from the searing heat of Gavin's cock. His strong hands travelled upwards along Gavin's abdomen, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. The muscles under his touch tensed and released, a dance of desire. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, and for a moment, the outside world faded away as they were consumed by each other's presence. Mills' lips crashed into Gavin's with a fiery intensity, their passion igniting like a spark in a dry forest. It was not a gentle kiss, but an all-consuming collision of desire and hunger. As their mouths melded together, tongues exploring every inch, Gavin could taste the sweetness and heat of Mills' desire, a tantalizing mix of control and abandon. The brush of Mills' moustache against his skin sent shivers down Gavin's spine, a reminder of the man who sought to dominate him in more ways,
Mills withdrew just enough to catch his breath. His intense desire was evident in the darkening blue of his gaze as it swept downward, taking in every inch of Gavin’s body. With a swift, practiced movement, he freed himself from the tight confines of his uniform, revealing his hardened cock. It stood tall and proud, glistening in the dim light like a perfectly crafted weapon. He confidently held it in his hand, his grip firm yet gentle, a clear indication of his expertise in using it for pleasure. As he gazed at it, anticipation and desire radiated from him like a tangible force.
"Open up" Mills commanded, his voice rough with need.
Gavin eagerly obeyed, his insatiable hunger for Mills overwhelming. The sight of Mills' cock so close to his lips made Gavin's body tingle with anticipation. As he took Mills in, the taste of salt and skin flooded his senses, sending him deeper into the depths of his own desire. He welcomed Mills into his mouth, savoring the feeling of their bodies joining together in a warm, intimate embrace. The sensation was both familiar and exhilaratingly new, igniting a fire within Gavin that burned hotter with each passing moment.
Mills groaned, a sound of pure masculine triumph, as he surrendered to the friction of Gavin's mouth. The officer's hips began to move in subtle thrusts, each push a deeper claim, each retreat a reluctant concession. It was a rhythm set to the pulsing beat of want and will, underscored by the rustle of fabric and the soft clink of an open belt buckle.
With a practiced ease, Mills' fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chiselled chest. Every muscle was defined beneath his smooth skin. His skilled fingers then gently teased the sensitive buds of his nipples, causing them to perk up and stand at attention like two hardened peaks on a mountain top. The sight was both alluring and tantalizing, as if inviting someone to explore every inch of his sculpted physique with their touch.
Thompson stood up, tall and imposing, his commanding presence filling the room. His jet-black hair, streaked with hints of silver, seemed to foreshadow the intensity of their encounter. He moved with precise and calculated steps, positioning himself between Gavin's open legs. Gavin's heart raced as he felt Thompson's strong hands lifting his legs, exposing him completely. The swollen head of Thompson's cock pressed against his eager entrance, teasing him with each gentle touch. Anticipation and desire coursed through Gavin's body, making him ache for more.
With each slow and deliberate push, Thompson claimed more of Gavin, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path. In that moment, Gavin was overcome with a primal urge to submit completely to Thompson's skilled touch. As they connected, inch by inch, Gavin felt his hunger being sated in the most delicious way possible. It was a dance of pleasure and surrender, guided by Thompson's expert movements and fuelled by their raw passion.
"Fuck" Thompson breathed out.
Gavin exhaled a ragged breath, his voice lost, as Thompson filled him completely, the sheer size of him a testament to the officer's dominant nature.
Thompson paused, his hands gripping Gavin's hips as he allowed him to adjust to the fullness of their connection. Gavin felt completely possessed, every inch of his body tingling with exhilaration and vulnerability. Then Thompson began to move, each push a powerful assertion of dominance over Gavin's body, each withdrawal a brief moment of relief before the relentless onslaught resumed. The rhythm was unyielding, sending waves of pleasure and desire coursing through his veins.
Gavin's senses were alight, the room steeped in a cacophony of raw desire. The slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh mingled with the low grunts from Thompson and the wet slide of Mills’ arousal pushing past Gavin’s lips
Moans spilled from Gavin uncontrollably, vibrations around Mills' shaft that only spurred the officer on. Thompson's grip was punishing, a delicious pain that anchored him amidst the storm of sensation. The desk creaked under their combined weight, the sound lost beneath the symphony of gasps and groans that filled the office.
The pleasure was a blade, sharp and all-consuming, carving through Gavin's consciousness. Officer Mills' hands threaded through his hair, guiding him with a friendly dominance that belied the fervor of his thrusts. And Thompson—unyielding, authoritative Thompson—claimed him with a depth that touched more than just his body.
Caught between them, Gavin rode the edge of ecstasy, a precipice looming closer with each joined movement.
The tempo of their movements escalated.
Gavin's breath hitched in his throat as Mills and Thompson drove him to new heights of pleasure. The dark, heavy air of the room clung to their skin, thick with the musk of their combined desire.
Synchronized, Mills withdrew from Gavin's mouth only to surge forward again, setting a relentless rhythm that both commanded and revered. Thompson matched each stroke with a possessive thrust, marking Gavin as his own with every movement. They were relentless, and Gavin was their willing captive, his body bending to their will, his voice rising in a crescendo of raw need.
The world outside—the cityscape, the hum of traffic, the ticking clock—faded to a distant memory.
As the crescendo of their passion built, tipping towards the inevitable, Gavin felt the coil within him tighten to its breaking point. The power in the room converged on him, a maelstrom centering on his very core. His nerves sparked with electricity, each touch igniting fire upon his flesh until he was nothing but sensation, teetering on the brink.
Mills and Thompson showed no signs of slowing down. Gavin's hand clenched around his own cock, frantically pumping in a desperate attempt to find release. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he strained with the effort, lost in the intense pleasure coursing through his body. His breaths came in short gasps, matching the rhythm of his hand as he wanked himself with increasing urgency. The sound of their moans and heavy breathing filled the air, adding fuel to the fire of their mutual desire. Even amidst the chaos and urgency, each touch felt deliberate and purposeful, driving them closer to the brink of ecstasy.
In one swift, fluid motion, Thompson's cock slid out of Gavin's tight, slick entrance. The sound of their combined breaths filled the room as they both tried to catch their bearings. But before Gavin could fully process the sensation, Thompson's strong hand gripped his shaft and guided it back in with a smooth, gliding motion that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. It was an intense pleasure, like a never-ending rollercoaster ride of ecstasy. Each thrust seemed to ignite a fire within him, making him crave more and more of Thompson's skilled touch. The two bodies moved together effortlessly, like a perfectly choreographed dance where each partner knew exactly how to move and respond to the other's every desire.
Gavin's chest heaved, his breath shallow and ragged.
Mills's cock pushed deep into his mouth, eliciting a flood of saliva that spilled from the corners and ran down his chin. The taste of him was overwhelming, a mixture of sweat and musk that filled his senses and drove him wild with desire. He eagerly bobbed his head, taking him in as far as he could, desperate for more of the intoxicating flavor. Each thrust made him moan, his own arousal building with each movement. The veins on Mills's shaft bulged and pulsed under his tongue, the velvety texture of his skin driving him crazy. His lips were slick with saliva as he worked his way up and down, his throat tight with anticipation.
Thompson's grip on Gavin tightened, their bodies pressed together in a fervent dance of passion. The powerful thrusts of Thompson's hips increased in depth and intensity, each one driving them both closer to the edge. As his own gratification reached its peak, Thompson let out a guttural moan, signalling the release that was about to overtake him. With a final burst of energy, his hips bucked against Gavin's willing frame as he poured himself into Gavin’s hole with pure abandon. Gavin's muscles tensed and relaxed in response, amplifying the raw pleasure coursing through both their bodies. In that moment, they were completely connected, their desires and pleasure merging into one intense wave of ecstasy.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, leaving them both breathless and satisfied.
Thompson's thrusting slowed to a torturous pace, each withdrawal from Gavin's tight grip eliciting a guttural moan of desire. His spent cock emerged, shining with their combined juices and glistening in the dim light of the room. Both men were left panting, their bodies trembling from the overwhelming intensity of their shared pleasure.
Mills could hardly contain his ecstasy as he watched Thompson's climax, his body writhing with carnal pleasure. The sight alone was enough to ignite Mills' primal desires, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he shot his release into Gavin's ravaged mouth. His hands couldn't resist the urge to roam over his slick chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he withdrew from Gavin’s mouth. With a guttural moan of satisfaction, Mills coated Gavin's face and chest with the final spurts of his hot release, his body trembling with the aftershocks of their raw, animalistic pleasure.
Gavin's body trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through him. With a strained cry, his back arched, and he released his own load onto his stomach and chest, the hot liquid mixing with Mills's own cum, forming sticky pools. The room was filled with the musky scent of sex, and Gavin felt both satisfied and overwhelmed by the intense release. He collapsed back onto the desk, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat glistened on his skin, and he could feel his heart racing from the intense climax.
A warm, friendly smile spread across Thompson's face as he addressed Gavin. "Fuck that was good, Gav. Let's tidy you up and get some work done" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. Sunlight began streamed through the window, casting a golden glow on the mess.
Mills gave him a playful wink, his sparkling eyes mischievous and full of affection.
"Yeah, you were amazing” he said with a sly grin before leaning down to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm against his own, sending a flutter through his chest.
‘Let’s do this again sometime”.
