boss gets a dollar n i get a dime so i suck his dick on company time

happy bday kane i love u

Orpheus lay sprawled out across the bed, one arm draped lazily above his head, his fingers loosely curled as if to invite Norton's gaze back to him. It'd only been a matter of seconds since Norton got himself out of Orpheus, but that didn't seem to stop him from instantly turning away. Orpheus frowned. As Norton shifted beside him, rolling onto his back with a heavy exhale, Orpheus envied how easy it looked for Norton to regain his composure. He'd be out of there in no time, at this rate. Apparently to Norton, this was simple—a way to drain out his own bitterness and frustration, and to lie back afterward without a second thought. What a simple man.

For Orpheus, though, the silence brought back an unsettling ache. This room often grew silent quickly, housing an unequal match between expensive bedclothes. He was never used to being the victor of the two... so why didn't he feel a sense of pride at all?

He was surprised by how easily the thought of his wife crept in, even here in the aftermath, uninvited. It didn't, in fact, help to bring Norton to her bed. Instead, the faintest hints of her around the room just worked to taunt Orpheus's memory. The strand of hair she'd left on the pillow that hadn't been disturbed through the last hour, the lipstick she'd left next to her bedside table that Orpheus considered putting on during their session, just the fact he knew she was the owner of the sweat that slightly discolored those sheets weeks ago...

The look on Norton's face earlier had been more than satisfying; he'd loved seeing Norton's anger dissolve into helpless surrender, all the while ignoring that one bitter truth Norton had dared to throw at him in some heated past exchange. She doesn't love you. The thought twisted in his stomach, especially now. It wasn't hard to guess that. Nobody in a sincerely loving marriage feels the need to abuse others to get their rocks off. Honestly, that itself wasn't normal easier. Most couples just wake up and break up. Orpheus couldn't.

That doesn't mean that Norton's presence wasn't... satisfying. More than satisfying. Perfect. Needed. Wanted, adored, craved— Simply put, there was a visceral satisfaction to being here, sprawled out deliberately in the now-dim light, where he could feel Norton's gaze flicker over him after he'd finally caught up with himself. Orpheus let his head loll to the side, his eyes half-lidded as he fixed his attention on Norton. Just think about him. You did it once, you can do it again. Every nerve in his body was attuned to Norton's movements, to the weight of him on the bed, the soft rustle of fabric as he settled into the sheets.

But Norton, as always, quickly looked away, his focus drifting toward the ceiling as if already pulling himself back from the edge. Orpheus felt a familiar irritation flare up, but he masked it with a lazy smirk, stretching out further like a cat luxuriating in the sun, tilting his head just enough to keep Norton in view. He wasn't about to let Norton forget him so easily.

Look at me, he begged through his thoughts, a thread of smug satisfaction running through him as he watched Norton's hand twitch. Orpheus's fingers slid along the sheet, almost reaching Norton's, grazing the fabric in a way that felt tantalizingly close but still like he couldn't commit to touching him. He reached just a bit closer, finally feeling flesh on flesh, before a gentle slap was given to his wrist.

Norton shifted again after slapping him, propping himself up slightly on one elbow and casting a glance at Orpheus, sharp and unfazed. The brief, lingering warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced with that familiar, detached irritation that was usually sexy, but now just mean. Orpheus's smirk faltered as Norton's eyes finally, reluctantly, met his.

"What, expecting me to thank you or something?" Norton sneered, like every word was a weapon he'd honed just for moments like this. "Or was I supposed to be impressed by... whatever that was? You just laid there and made me do all the work."