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@bitanical​  sent:         4mm for Theo & Julian

Magnus watched with rapt attention as Damian shifted in his chair in front of the screen. Though the young man couldn’t see him, the businessman’s gaze was no less intense. It pleased him to hear the alias uttered as directed. The sign of submission made his cock throb within the confines of his professionally-pressed slacks. Magnus adjusted the volume on his computer, deciding that he wanted to hear the boy more distinctly the next time he complied with an order.

He ignored the swelling beneath his own fly as he observed Damian unfastening his jeans and slipping his hand inside. He didn’t want to distract himself from bearing witness to the other’s pleasure--pleasure he was orchestrating.

anonalpha Good boy.

anonalpha Stroke yourself.. slowly.

anonalpha Tell me what it feels like to be on display just for me.

          He really wasn’t expecting any visitors or any encounters whatsoever. He hadn’t made mention of his troubles at home or the fact that he hasn’t been home in days. Not that anyone noticed, his relationships concerning his colleagues were passing if anything. Bryan was married to one of the most known socialites in the state, most figuring he got his position through her influence and not of his own merit. The fact that he had a best selling novel did nothing for the fact the sequel and movie based on the first book flopped in quick succession of the other. So when he sat in his office, desk buried under paperwork, blazer off to the side and a ruffled shirt and flannel on his person, no one paid mind. Fingers clutching the neck of the beer bottle as he brought it to his lips, his mini fridge humming away in the background of silence as he pondered when he could stomach going back to — who was he kidding? Her home, certainly not theirs. Either way, he hadn’t reached that place yet so he took a deep breath and laid back in his seat, other hand stroking along his beard, the thought of shaving it or even a trim coming to mind.

          That was when the door came to open, blue eyes looking toward the blonde that settled in. Unexpected, but Gabrielle Mercier often was. It was because of that, he found his lips quirking in a slight smile, arching a brow at the younger woman. He was definitely in off duty mode, off the clock, whatever one wanted to call it. Not looking like the Professor Alexander she was most likely used to seeing. Which would be fair. “I guess saying this isn’t my office hours would be a waste of time, right?” He gave a nod, “Right,” clearing his throat as sat up a bit straighter, taking another gulp of his beer, not quite finishing it, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. “Alright, Miss Mercier, what can I help you with? What can I do for you at this late hour?”