LOGINEthan woke up before the sun.The bed was warm but empty. Adrian had already left it. Ethan sat up slowly. The shirt felt heavy on his skin. His cock was hard, the same ache that had lived in him for weeks. He did not touch it.He found Adrian in the kitchen. The older man stood at the window with a cup of coffee. He wore only black pants. His back looked tight.“You’re awake early,” Adrian said without turning.“I couldn’t sleep.”Adrian turned around. His face looked tired. The sharp control was still there, but it sat on top of something worn down.“Come here.”Ethan walked over. Adrian set the cup down and put both hands on Ethan’s waist under the shirt. He did not grab his cock. He just held him and looked at his face for a long time.“Today is the last full day we stay in this penthouse for a while,” Adrian said. “Tomorrow we leave for the business trip. One hotel room. One bed. I need you to understan
Ethan spent most of the day in silence. The unusual quietness made every passing minute feel longer than necessary.Adrian had not given him many orders. He had simply told him to stay close and stay quiet. So Ethan followed him from room to room. When Adrian worked at the desk, Ethan stood nearby. When Adrian moved to the couch with a folder, Ethan sat on the floor at his feet without being told. The shirt was the only thing he wore. His cock stayed hard the entire time. Adrian looked at it often but rarely touched. Each stolen glance made Ethan increasingly aware of the distance between them.The lack of contact felt worse than the usual teasing. It left him restless, frustrated, and strangely desperate for Adrian's attention.In the late afternoon Adrian finally spoke. His voice interrupted the heavy silence that had settled throughout the penthouse.“Come here.” The simple command carried a weight Ethan imme
Ethan woke up alone again.The bed still held Adrian’s warmth, but the man himself was gone. Ethan sat up slowly. The gray shirt felt rough against his skin. His cock was hard, the same deep ache that never left him now. He did not touch it. The empty space beside him felt colder than the room.Downstairs the penthouse was quiet. Adrian stood at the kitchen counter with his back to the room. He wore dark pants and an open shirt. A cup of coffee sat untouched beside him.“You’re awake,” Adrian said without turning.“Yes, sir.”Adrian turned around. His face looked tired. The usual sharp control was still there, but it sat over something heavier. Even the familiar room seemed to be holding its breath.“Come here.”Ethan walked over. Adrian reached out and rested both hands on his waist under the shirt. He did not grab his cock. He just held him there, thumbs moving slowly over his skin.“You pushed me two days in
Ethan barely slept, haunted by yesterday’s events and unanswered questions.Every time he closed his eyes he felt the weight of Adrian’s hand in his hair and the rough way he had used his mouth. His throat still felt sore. His cock stayed hard through most of the night. He did not touch it, despite the frustration building steadily inside him.When morning came, Adrian was already awake and dressed. He stood at the foot of the bed looking down at Ethan, his expression difficult to read.“Get up,” Adrian said. His voice was calm, but the calm felt thin. “Shower. Cold. Then come to the kitchen. Wear the gray shirt. Nothing else.” His words carried an unmistakable warning neither man could ignore.Ethan obeyed in silence. The cold water bit into his skin. When he came downstairs the gray shirt hung loose on his frame. Adrian was at the counter pouring coffee. He did not look at Ethan right away, d
Ethan had been quiet for most of the morning, barely speaking unless Adrian directly addressed him. Something about the atmosphere between them felt unsettled.He knelt beside Adrian’s chair in the study while the older man worked. The white shirt hung open. His cock was hard and ignored. Adrian’s hand rested on the back of his neck from time to time, but the touches were shorter than usual. The silence between them felt different, thicker and heavier, as though neither man could ignore what was building beneath the surface anymore.When Adrian finally closed the laptop, Ethan spoke before he could give the next order. He had been holding the question inside for hours, and he could no longer pretend otherwise.“How much longer?”Adrian looked down at him. “What?” His expression remained unreadable, but his fingers stopped moving against the armrest.“How much longer are you going to keep me like this?” Ethan
The penthouse was quiet in a way that felt intentional, as though the entire building had been instructed to remain silent. Adrian had canceled every meeting and call for the day. No office. No outside noise. Just the two of them inside the large rooms, separated from the busy world beyond the windows. Ethan had been told to stay in the white shirt and nothing else. He had been told not to sit unless given permission. Most of the morning he had stood by the window or knelt when ordered. The hours seemed longer than usual. Adrian had barely touched him. That was the new strain, the uncertainty settling between them like an invisible wall neither man could ignore. Adrian sat in the study with a book open on his lap, but he was not reading. He kept looking up at Ethan, who stood near the doorway as instructed. Every so often Adrian would tell him to turn, or walk across the room, or kneel for a few minutes, then stand again. The orders were simple. The waiting between them was not, esp
Ethan lasted forty-three minutes in his bed before the ache became unbearable.He lay on his back in the dark, dick throbbing against his stomach, leaking steadily onto his skin, every shift of the sheets felt like torture, Adrian’s voice haunted him, i own your orgas
Ethan woke up hard, aching, and furious. The morning light filled across the king-sized bed, but all he could feel was the heavy throb between his legs. He hadn’t slept more than three restless hours, every time he closed his eyes, he saw Adrian’s dark gaze locked on his dick throug
The black SUV smelled like leather and money. Ethan sat in the back with his two battered suitcases and a cardboard box of notebooks, feeling like an impostor in his own life. The driver hadn’t spoken a single word the entire ride, just another extension of Adrian Vale’s silent empi
Ethan Cole’s one-bedroom apartment smelled like cheap food and financial struggles. He sat on the edge of his worn-out couch, staring at the eviction notice in his hands while his laptop screen glowed with another rejection email, Thank you for your submission, Unfort







