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Assad allowed himself to be coaxed and jostled up the stairs.

Jo hadn't bothered waiting for them, and Assad was pleased to discover that they had the elevator to themselves.

"Nope," Eric said, when Assad tried to push him back against the mirrored wall.

Assad groaned. He fought back the urge to stomp his foot.

He was mollified when Eric's hands found his ass and squeezed.

"You decided to follow an old man home," Eric told him. "You can't expect to suck me off in the car on the way to the event and then fuck in the elevator after."

"No, of course not," Assad said. "We'll make out in the elevator and then fuck in your guest room."

Eric shook his head. Assad was sure he was trying not to laugh.

"You're gonna be out the second your head hits the pillow."

"Am not!"

"You are, I guarantee it."

The elevator dinged. Assad took Eric's hand and dragged him out of it.

"Just watch me," he said. "I'm gonna ride you for an hour. I'm so awake, I'm the most awake anyone has ever been. You don't even have to do anything but lie there."

"Oookaayy," Eric said.

"Doubt all you like," Assad said. "I'll show you."

Eric waved to Jo in the kitchen as he was dragged by. Assad was too focused on his destination to catch her reaction, but he thought she was probably amused. That was her usual reaction to the two of them, a quiet sort of amusement, like they were a couple of dopey little puppy dogs she was happy to indulge.

In the guest room, Assad pushed Eric down on the bed.

"Just— give me a minute, okay?" Eric said, pushing himself back onto his feet. "I need to— I need to get out of these clothes, brush my teeth. Give myself a quick wash. You just… get comfortable, I'll be back in five minutes.

Assad groaned.

"I want to get you out of those clothes," he said. "I've been thinking about it all night."

"Yeah, well. I feel disgusting. My underwear's one big sweat stain."

"I don't care!" Assad said. He would have sniffed them if he could. He wondered if Eric would let him sniff them.

"I'm not letting you sniff them. Now take your clothes off, lie down on your stomach, and wait for me. That's an order."

An order! Well. Assad could work with that.

He hurried to strip, leaving his fancy clothes in a puddle on the floor. They would need to be dry cleaned anyway.

"Like this?" he asked when he was on his belly in the middle of the bed, wriggling to get himself comfortable.

"Just like that," Eric said. "Now be a good boy and just relax for a minute, okay?"

Assad smacked his lips a little. Already, his head was beginning to feel a little heavy.

"Okay," he murmured, stifling a yawn.

"You're gonna ride me for an hour when I get back?"

Assad closed his eyes.

"M-hm," he said.