Take Care Of U

Sheets of paper steadily fell to the ground, slipping down the desk as the neatly ordered stacks turned into a mess of white with black lines. Their order ranging from division to division and items that demanded the most urgent attention. The pure-white quill dripping ink on, what must have been, a very important piece of carefully noted inventory, handed in by someone from sixth division.

His mind kept screaming, crying out loud on how it would take ages to fix the damage. Ink would surely leave a jet-black stain in the otherwise spotless desk and reports would be ruined beyond believe with folded edges and creased pages.

And despite that, he could not move himself. Couldn't even bother to think about doing so. Not when a picture perfect image of Adonis stood on his knees, hovering over his thighs like the god he is as his hips rotated with a grace he had long gone learned would only have him begging for more.

His eyes flitted over the rippling chest that strained with every downward thrust, the skin embedded with small droplets of sweat that painted a beautiful portrait of lines that cross and merge as one.

Face. He needed to see that wonderful face, watch as the many expressions would fly past that perfect sculpture he called a face. Yet his eyes deceived him, those traitorous orbs that follow the flow of his dazed brain. They trail lower on that miraculous abdomen called a six-pack—maybe even more than six if he would take the time to accurately count, maybe he should take notes so he could never forget.

His mind, while wanting to linger on the inciting shimmer of hips that ripped an oh-so deliciously, sinful groan from his throat, continued on their travels south. The blue of his eyes undoubtedly overtaken by darkening lust when his eyes met the crooked appendage that bounded up and down with every unholy swivel of hips. He watched with growing interest as clear liquid was creeping down the curve of that flushed length, painting the canvas that is his abdomen as it dripped wetly.

An almost hungry moan escaped him, desperate to taste the meal presented to him. But his fun was ruined as rough hands gripped his wrists, stopping his wandering hands that started their trek to the man's shimmying hips. Now they are bound together above his head as a punishment for even thinking of touching something so pure, so sinfully prefect.

A click of tongue brought his eyes up to meet lust filled silver orbs, staring intently with a wicked grin that made him want to kiss it off the man's lips. "Weren't you too busy for this?" The voice mocked him and he was of half a heart to disagree if it meant touching the miracle that danced in his lap. "I'm only doing this for you, y'know, but... you were too busy."

A sigh, exaggerated and flooding with amusement, tumbled from the man's lips. He closed the distance, tongue playing with his ear before teeth bury themselves into the earlobe. Unable to hold himself back at the tiny sting in his ear, he tilted his hips up into the welcoming warmth.

"Ace," he hissed, strained voice coated in gravel as he croaked another moan.

Another click of tongue, this one condescendingly shushing as Ace leaned in. "I'm just making sure you're taking a little break, so there's nothing you have to do but relax, Marco." His lips slightly chapped but Marco doesn't care, couldn't care as they move down his neck and made way for teeth that bite down hard enough to leave marks.

He knew, should have expected this when he ignored the call for lunch the third time this week. Ace threatened him, told him very clearly that he needed to get his shit together and eat properly, leave his work for once to focus on the other aspects of life. But when the workload demands attention, he is but a simple man that wishes to clear the pile. He explained that to Ace, carefully so with good timed motivations that painted a clear picture for the young man, yet he laughed in his face. He should have known, should have understood that glimmer in his eye for what it was, that it boded nothing but trouble, for him.