King's Guard

Chapter Eighteen

There was nothing else to look at, except Lorenzo. Lorenzo was leaning against the elevator wall, his eyes focused on the other man. Kingsley was standing in front of him, at the other end with a good few feet between them.

The way Lorenzo was looking at Kingsley reminded him of that night in the office. The same hunger was back, and Kingsley knew the only thing stopping them from already tearing apart each other's clothes was the camera in the elevator.

Kingsley had plenty of experience in bed. It was an area where he had always been confident in. But he had never felt this amount of anxiety before in his life. Something, no, everything about Lorenzo made his insides feel weird. This couldn't be the butterflies people talked about, could it?

The elevator dinged as they reached Lorenzo's floor. The boss finally looked away, but grabbed Kingsley's hand as they walked out. He didn't let go of his hand until they were in front of his apartment, and he had to take out his keys to unlock the door.

The next few seconds felt like a blur, as Kingsley was pressed against the wall with Lorenzo's lips on his neck and their bulges grinding against one another's.

Kingsley closed his eyes shut, wanting to give in to how it felt having Lorenzo so close to him. He didn't understand this feeling, never in his life had he wanted to just lay back down and receive everything that was being given to him.

"Are you okay?" Lorenzo asked. He was looking into Kingsley's eyes, slight concern visible on his face.

"Yeah," Kingsley replied softly.

"You haven't said a word since we got here," Lorenzo pointed out. "Do you... Do you still want this?"

"I..." Kingsley paused. He stared back at Lorenzo, at the soft look on his face, as if the man actually cared about Kingsley and that this wasn't just a one night stand. "I want you."

"Yeah?" Lorenzo rested his forehead on Kinsgley's as he whispered. "I want you too. So goddamn much."

"I can feel that," Kingsley replied. He grounded harder against Lorenzo, as if telling him what he meant by that.

"Do you?" Lorenzo asked. He held Kingsley's hand, and brought it to his crotch to grab his clothes erection. "Do you feel how hard I am for you?"

"Maybe," Kingsley smirked. "Though I think I require a much clearer view in order to make sure I'm right, sir."

And that was how Kingsley ended up on his knees. Lorenzo's pants were pooled up around his ankles, and the two hadn't even moved from the entrance of his apartment.

Lorenzo's eyes were closed as he leant his head back on the wall. His hand was tangled up in Kingsley's hair as he guided his movements. Soft groans escaped his lips every few seconds, and Kingsley was loving it. He loved the feeling of Lorenzo in his mouth, making him feel good and hearing the pleasure in the sounds he was making.

Lorenzo removed his hand from Kingsley's head, and Kingsley immediately missed the sensation of him tugging on his hair as he fucked his mouth.

Kingsley turned his head slightly to look up, only to see that Lorenzo was already looking down at him. His eyes were hooded with lust, as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly.

"Get up," Lorenzo ordered. Kingsley obeyed.

Lorenzo started unbuttoning Kingsley's shirt, as he stared right into his eyes. Lorenzo was impatient, as he fumbled on the last button. He muttered a 'fuck it', before tearing it and ripping the button off. Kingsley couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, good thing he bought the shirt on sale.