After Ashton's shift, he made it to his apartment and saw Lance standing in the doorway to his kitchen, shirtless, leaning against the frame of the entryway, and smirking at Ashton. Ashto glared heavily at Lance. Lance didn't give much reaction to the glare and made his way to Ashton.
"What did you do, dumb Gargoyle?!" Ashton demanded as he shut his apartment's front door behind him. Lance only laughed, watching Ashton.
"Have I done something to offend you?" Lance asked, taking hold of Ashton's hips once Lance was close enough. Ashton glared at Lance. "What? Is my little dragon embarrassed?"
"My coworkers mentioned a young CEO heir that was a gargoyle and named Lance," Ashton said. Lance only smirked. "You have more explaining to do, prick."
"Oh, don't be like that," Lance said, pulling Ashton against his body. "Anyway, why do you think it's a big deal that I had kept this hidden?"
"Says you," Ashton retorted. "You act like you are doing me a favour by bringing a full house of customers who place billions of orders at once, and I can barely hear them?!"
"..." Lance's face went from a teasing smirk to a dark expression in a flash. "I didn't send them. How many were coming in?"
"As ten per order finished, maybe," Ashton said, genuinely confused; he wasn't the one who mentioned anything. "My coworkers said that your partner was in the cafe as an employee."
"I haven't told anyone about you and me being romantic partners," Lance told him. "All anyone knows is that I have been interested in you since college; no one knows we are in a situationship."
"Then who told?" Ashton asked.
"I'll find out," Lance told Ashton, cradling his face in his hands. "I have connections everywhere."
"Is that how you found out my work time?" Ashton asked with a slight scowl.
"I can't say if that's true or not," Lance said, winking at Ashton. "Besides, it's how I've kept an eye on you for so long."
"That sounds like stalking," Ashton said, giving a concerned expression.
"No, it was only to watch out for any danger coming your way," Lance justified his actions. But Ashton wasn't completely convinced about anything. "Besides, I would only check if you were in trouble with people or money."
"And you are a mess," Ashton said, pushing off of Lance at his chest, then heading for his room. "I'm going to get a shower."
"Want me to join?" Lance teased Ashton. Ashton glared at Lance, and he headed into his room to get clean clothes. Ashton opened his closet and dug through his clothes. Then he heard footsteps, and he was bent over in the closet.
"Lance?!" Ashton shrieked at him. But Lance only let out a laugh. And began grabbing and squeezing Ashton's ass in both hands. "Let go of my ass! I need a shower! Not an ass fucking!"
"No, I don't think I will," Lance said, squeezing Ashton's ass again, and this time yanked Ashton's hips back against his. "Besides, this is my ass until you tell me to stop pursuing you."
"Lance!" Ashton yelled at him as Lance forced Ashton's clothes off and dug his claws into Ashton's thighs. "Don't-!"
Lance bit Ashton's hole and began to lap at his tight hole, making Ashton whine and squirm. Lance slid his hands to both of Ashton's cocks from behind and began to move his hands as he ate out Ashton's rear. Ashton's legs began to tremble and shiver from Ashton's constant movement with his tongue going deeper and deeper into Ashton from behind. Ashton arched his back, moaning when Lance's hands sped up, making Ashton's hips jerk violently.