The sound of the desk hitting the wall was loud in the quiet office. Julius was pinned back, his hips pressed against the edge of the table. Harrison was right there, a solid weight against his body.
The air was thick with the smell of them both. Harrison's scent had turned into something heavy and dark, wrapping around Julius.
Julius's head was tilted back, his eyes half-closed. He could feel Harrison's heartbeat against his chest. It was fast and hard.
He waited for Harrison to move, for his hands to go lower, for the sound of a zipper.
His own body was on fire, his Alpha pride completely drowned out by the need for the man in front of him.
"Do it," Julius whispered, his voice cracking. "Stop talking and do it."
Harrison didn't move.
He buried his face in the crook of Julius's neck. He wasn't kissing him anymore. He was just breathing.
His hot breath hit the sensitive skin over Julius's pulse, making Julius shiver.
