“you need to stop working so much, wolf.” they’re at oliver’s place now and that meant there was nothing keeping the doctor from teasing the younger doctor in the way he truly wanted to. taking advantage of the fact that oliver was standing at his desk, noah turned the man to face him before pressing a kiss to his lips. “sit on the desk and let me take care of you. i think you need a distraction for a bit.”
HE’S RIGHT. NOT ONLY DO I OVERDO IT AT WORK, but I also bring it home—patient files, notes, and research scattered all over my home desk that I know should have been left at the hospital but weren’t, just to have something to do until Noah knocked on my door.
Now it’s just him and me, and my back is already pressed against the sturdy oak, so following his instructions isn’t a problem. I move some papers aside with one hand and climb up easily, my knees spread so Noah can slot in the middle, eyes locked on his.
"What did you have in mind?"
