The suite's air hung heavy, thick with tension under the dim red lights. Elias leaned against the wall, shirt half-open, dark hair messy, eyes sharp with a reckless spark.
Marcus stood stiff, jaw clenched, gray at his temples catching the light, his control frayed as Elias tilted his head, daring him to break.
"You're playing a dangerous game," Marcus said, voice rough, low, his cock stirred in his slacks as he stepped closer. Elias grinned, stepped forward, and breathed hot on Marcus's lips.
"I already won, Marcus," he whispered. "You're too damn stubborn to say it."
"You think that's enough?" Marcus snapped, grabbed Elias's waist, fingers pressed hard into his hips, slammed him against the wall with a thud. One hand slid under Elias's shirt, felt muscle shift, warm and tense, while the other gripped Elias's neck, held him close, lips almost touching.
"You think crawling under my desk made you the boss?"
Elias laughed, soft, needy, eyes half-closed.
"Didn't just make me the boss," he murmured. "Made you hard, didn't it?" His cock bulged in his jeans, pressed against Marcus's thigh. Marcus's breath teased Elias's lips, made him shake.
"You're begging for punishment," he said, voice dark, his cock throbbed, trapped in his slacks.
"Counting on it," Elias replied, tilted his head, chased Marcus's mouth. Marcus pulled back just enough, smirked, and stayed in charge.
"Thought you could seduce me, huh? That tongue, those hands, you're still a boy messing with fire."
"I'm not a boy," Elias shot back, fingers dug into Marcus's sleeves, knuckles white. "I'm the one making you lose it."
"Keep talking," Marcus said, hand slid down, grabbed Elias's cock through his jeans, felt it pulse, hard and hot. Elias moaned, hips pushed into the grip. "You're all talk till I break you."
"Try me," Elias gasped, voice raw, loud in the room. Marcus's cock ached, pressed against his slacks as Elias's heat burned through denim.
Marcus pulled back, and Elias cursed,
"Fuck, don't stop." Marcus adjusted his cuffs, eyes burned.
"Clean up," he said, voice steady. "Dinner in thirty."
Elias stood frozen, eyes wide, cock throbbed.
"You bastard," he breathed, voice shook. "You're running now?" Marcus smirked, cold, sharp, turned away.
"You started this. Don't lose too fast."
[Flashback]
Years back, the office air felt lighter, but Elias, at sixteen, stirred trouble. He leaned over Marcus's shoulder, breath warm on his ear.
"You're quiet today, Marcus," he whispered. "No glare? No scolding? Getting soft?"
Marcus's pen stopped, reports ignored. He turned, chair creaked, eyes hard.
"Elias, you're not bored," he said, voice sharp. "You want my attention, don't you?" Elias climbed into Marcus's lap, straddled him, fingers traced his tie, slow, teasing.
"Look at me when I disobey," he murmured, breath hot. "I want to feel your punishment."
"You think you're in charge?" Marcus said, one hand gripped Elias's waist, pressed hard, the other on his jaw, forced eye contact. "That mouth gets you mercy?"
"No," Elias whispered, lips brushed Marcus's ear, sent heat to his cock. "It gets me you."
Marcus stood, lifted Elias, slammed him against the wall as folders crashed down.
"You want my attention?" he growled, pinned him, felt Elias's cock harden against his thigh. "It's all yours now."
[Back to present]
Back in the suite, Elias's shirt hung open, cock bulged in his jeans, eyes dared Marcus. Marcus stepped close, grabbed Elias's hips, and pulled him forward.
"Think I caved because you got under my desk?" he said, unbuckled Elias's belt, the clink loud. "You're not that good."
"Oh, I'm better," Elias shot back, jeans dropped, cock sprang free, hard, and leaking. Marcus grabbed it, stroked slowly, and felt it throb. "You wanted it more than me."
"Keep dreaming," Marcus said, turning Elias, and bent him over the bench. His chest hit the cool fabric.
"You want punishment?" He grabbed Elias's ass, squeezed hard, smacked it sharp. Elias moaned, his cock twitched against the bench.
"That's for your stunt," Marcus said, smacked again, and the sound mixed with Elias's gasps.
"Fuck, Marcus," Elias panted, his hips moved. "Harder."
"You asked for it," Marcus said, teeth brushed Elias's ear, his own cock hard, pressed against Elias's thigh. "You wanted me to lose it? Feel this."
"More," Elias demanded, voice raw. Marcus grabbed lube from the drawer, and slicked his fingers. He slid one into Elias's ass, then two, stretched him slowly, tight heat gripped him.
Elias moaned and pushed back. "Don't tease me."
"Who's teasing?" Marcus said, lined up his cock, tip against Elias's entrance, pushed in deep, made him groan at the heat.
Elias cried out, fingers dug into the bench, body shook as Marcus filled him, cock buried deep. They moved, Marcus thrust hard, and hit Elias's prostate.
"Louder," Marcus said, as Elias's moans filled the room, his cock leaked on the bench. Marcus reached around, stroked Elias's cock, fast, slick with precum. "You're mine," Marcus said, biting Elias's shoulder, marked him.
"Yours," Elias gasped, spilled over Marcus's hand, his ass tightened, and pulled Marcus over the edge. Marcus's cock pulsed, and filled Elias with heat.
"Fuck, that was good," Elias breathed, turned to kiss Marcus slow, lips tasted of salt and defiance, bodies pressed close, their hearts racing.
"You're still a brat," Marcus muttered, smirked, while pulling Elias closer.
"And you love it," Elias said, grinned, as he kissed him again.