Religion's in your lips

One

The Konoha afternoon sun poured a gentle, golden radiance through the wide windows of the sleek and modern Namikaze-Uzumaki Corporation office.

Naruto Uzumaki, the charismatic alpha and CEO of the company, strode with purpose through the bustling workspace, traversing the lively scene toward his office situated at the far end of the hallway purposely set apart from the other employees. As he adjusted his impeccably knotted tie, his sapphire eyes took in the tableau of his employees and colleagues hunched over their desks, each one absorbed in their own realm of spreadsheets and presentations.

Amidst the soft hum of conversations and the rhythmic symphony of keyboard clatter, a harmonious ambiance of productivity enveloped the space. Naruto's aura of self-assuredness remained palpable, and a swelling pride accompanied him as he watched his team's steadfast dedication. He exchanged warm smiles with passing coworkers, reciprocated by respectful nods and cheerful greetings and the camaraderie within the company was evident, a testament to the Uzumaki's leadership and the strong bonds that had been fostered over the years.

His journey continued, the brief passage leading him to his office when an arresting sight greeted him: Sasuke Uchiha, his newly appointed secretary engrossed in his work at a dedicated desk positioned just outside his own office. Jet-black hair cascaded gracefully over his forehead, framing his focused expression as he intently stared at his computer screen, the glow emanating from the monitor casting a subtle luminescence upon his chiseled features, accentuating the angular contours of his delicate face.

The blond alpha couldn't suppress the fluttering sensation in his chest, a telltale sign of his heart skipping a beat or two as he admired Sasuke's striking countenance, the air around him exuding professionalism and elegance, setting him apart from the others with an undeniable charm.

Entranced, his gaze lingered, momentarily trapped in the raven-haired man's allure and a faint blush colored his cheeks, a familiar reaction triggered whenever he was in Sasuke's presence. From the moment their eyes had locked during his interview, Naruto had sensed an inexplicable yet compelling connection toward the other one, and he couldn't help but be captivated by his bewitching beauty.

The blond also couldn't help but notice Sasuke's carefully chosen attire every day: a fitted pencil skirt daringly short, paired with a blouse that revealed glimpses of his pale chest underneath, his slender figure elevated by high stiletto heels.

Safe to say Naruto was in big trouble and was constantly struggling to keep his dick from taking control over his brain and pounding that enticing beauty into the ground. However, as much as he was captivated by the omega, he wrestled to keep his desires at bay and maintain a resolute grip on his impulses.

Yet, the universe seemed to conspire against him, testing his restraint in the most unexpected of ways.

The frequent visits to his office being one of them, turning into his daily challenge. Whether delivering coffee or files or engaging in casual discussions, Sasuke's graceful movements and magnetic presence served as an ever-present distraction. How was Naruto expected to go on with his work and function properly when presented with the beautiful curve of Sasuke's ass?

Every day posed its challenges, yet the Uzumaki faced them head-on, displaying an unwavering determination to rein in his emotions and satisfying his hungry thoughts by quickly and quietly jacking off everywhere he could. His bed. The shower. Even within the confines of his office, his mind wandered to scenarios where he could have Sasuke all to himself.

How he would squeeze and caress the enticing curves of his exquisite ass, burying his face between the plush, inviting cheeks.

The hickeys and the bruises he would leave on his soft unblemished-looking skin.