Sir playboy

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"Jack, we can't keep doing this at work." Mark purred into Jack's ear.

Jack had formally been leaning over to pick up a file he had dropped and Mark took his ass in the air as a sign that he wanted to smash.  Jack of course didn't not want to have sex but was curious why it kept occurring at work.

"Mark", Jack whispered

"Yes Sean?", A hint of confusion visible in his voice.

"You're the one that grabbed my as-

"You're the one that had it in the air". Mark argued, a sly smirk on his face.

"Mr Fisc-
Ken says, not knocking on the door, just walking in on Mark and Jack basically dry humping with Mark's lips connected to Jacks neck.

Mark looks up at Ken as ken tosses the papers on the sofa, leaving as fast as he could. I swear if his legs could move faster they would.

"Now where were we?"  Mark smiled, looking into Sean's eyes for a few seconds, drowning in his beauty before leaning in to connect his lips with his boyfriends.

This kiss was much less lustful, the tugging at trousers and fight for dominance wasn't needed. This kiss was a soft, loving sign of affection and adoration. Their lips collided as they mixed spit, each one putting in as much love as the other. 

The feeling of Mark's arms around him, that secure love that he felt is something that he never wants to lose.
He'd do anything to make sure Mark didn't leave.

Anything to feel that kind of love until the day he dies.