Loving, Owen. [MXM]

17 - Sir?

The weight of countless eyes pressed down on Owen as he followed Elijah through the office.

His stomach churned with anxiety, each step feeling heavier than the last.

He could feel the stares, the silent questions hanging in the air.

What are they thinking?

What are they saying about us?

Owen was becoming a mess.

Owen's hand trembled in Elijah's firm grip, but Elijah seemed unfazed, his stride confident, as if he didn't care about anyone watching. And why would he? Elijah always was someone who exuded an effortless authority, a presence that commanded respect without a word.

A true dominant.

But this was different, this was new to Owen.

Shouldn't he feel embarrassed to be seen with someone like me?

Was all that Owen could think about.

"Elijah..." Owen's voice was a whisper, but before he could say more, Elijah stopped abruptly, pulling him into the privacy of the office.

The door clicked shut behind them, a final barrier between them and the world outside.

Without warning, Elijah's mouth claimed his, a searing kiss that stole Owen's breath.

Owen's plump body froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden intensity.

But subconsciously he melted into it, his nerves softening as Elijah's hands found their way to his love handles, pulling him close.

The kiss deepened, Elijah's tongue exploring Owen's mouth with a slow, desperate hunger.

Owen shuddered, his hands gripping Elijah's shoulders for support, trying to keep himself leveled in the overwhelming flood of sensation.

Elijah's lips were hot, commanding, but not rough—like he was tasting something he had waited a long time for.

When Elijah finally broke the kiss, Owen's lips were swollen, his breath ragged as he tried to compose himself.

The air in the room felt heavier, thick with the tension they had just created.

Their desire for one another was beginning to become unbearable.