เข้าสู่ระบบAdrianI left the water running on purpose.Steam had already filled the open shower area by the time Cassian finished his last set and walked in. He didn’t look surprised. He just stood there for a second, eyes moving over me under the spray — naked, already hard, water running down my chest and stomach — and then closed the distance between us.His hand settled on my throat first. Not tight enough to hurt, just firm enough to tilt my head back. Then he kissed me.It was the first time.His mouth was hot and controlled, tongue sliding against mine while the water poured over both of us. His other hand wrapped around my cock and stroked me in slow, deliberate pulls, using the water as slick. My hips pushed forward into his fist on their own. Soft, broken sounds kept leaving my throat into his mouth. He kissed me like he already owned the right to do it, like this was just another part of what I had agreed to by following him into the changing room the first night.When he finally pull
Adrian I showed up the next night already hard.No underwear, just like he told me. The thin gym shorts did nothing to hide it. Every time I moved behind the front desk the fabric dragged over my cock and made me leak a little more. By the time Cassian walked in at 10:14 I was wet enough that a dark patch had formed at the front of my shorts.He didn’t look at me when he passed. He just went straight to the weights like always. But I felt the weight of his attention anyway. Every time he finished a set and wiped his face, I caught the brief flick of his eyes toward me. It was enough to keep me throbbing the entire hour.When the last member finally left, I locked the front door with shaking hands and walked toward the changing room. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.Cassian was already inside, sitting on the bench, elbows on his knees. He had taken his shirt off. Sweat still shone on his chest and the deep lines of his stomach. When the door closed behind m
Adrian I timed my shifts around him.Cassian never came during peak hours. He always walked in after ten, when the gym was almost empty and the fluorescent lights felt too bright against the quiet. Tall, quiet, expensive watch, the kind of body that looked like it was built for control. He never spoke to anyone. He just trained, sweat through his shirt, and left.I started staying late on purpose.Every time he pulled his shirt off between sets, my stomach tightened. Every time he wiped his face with a towel and the muscles in his arms flexed, I got hard behind the front desk. I told myself it was just looking. Then I started finishing my closing duties slower so I would still be there when he headed to the changing room.The night it finally happened, only three other people were left in the whole building. By the time Cassian finished his last set, it was just us.I watched him walk toward the men’s changing room. He didn’t look back, but he left the door open wider than usual.My
I did exactly what he told me.No underwear.All day I sat at my desk with a hard cock and nothing between it and my pants. Every time Cassian walked past, every time I heard his voice, my cock twitched and leaked. By late afternoon a dark wet spot had spread across the front of my trousers. I didn’t try to hide it. I wanted him to see how desperate I already was for him.He called me in at 8:47 p.m.The second the lock clicked, my knees almost gave out.Cassian sat on the edge of his desk, sleeves rolled up, watching me with that calm, hungry look. His eyes dropped straight to the wet stain on my pants.“Show me.”I pushed my trousers down with shaking hands. My cock sprang free, flushed dark and dripping a clear string of precum onto the carpet. Cassian stared at it for a long moment, then crooked a finger.“Come here.”I walked to him. He wrapped his fingers around me and gave one slow, tight stroke from base to tip. A broken sound left my throat. He stroked me again, thumb smearin
I stayed late on purpose.I always did.The office was almost empty by nine. Most of the lights were off. Only the soft glow of Cassian’s desk lamp spilled across the glass surface of his desk and the dark carpet. I sat at my smaller desk outside his office, pretending to finish a report I had already finished an hour ago. My cock was already half-hard just from knowing he was still in there. Alone. With me.Cassian Nyx. My boss.The man I had been jerking off to in the bathroom every day since I started.I wanted him so badly it made me stupid.I wanted him to notice the way I looked at his hands. I wanted him to catch me staring at his mouth when he spoke. I wanted him to drag me into his office, bend me over that expensive desk, and fuck me until I couldn’t walk straight. I thought about it constantly — his big hands pinning my wrists, his cock stretching me open, the low sound of his voice telling me I was only good for one thing.When his door finally opened, my heart slammed aga
Cassian woke him before sunrise.Adrian felt the bed shift, then the blunt pressure of a thick cock already pushing between his cheeks. He was still loose and sticky from the night before. Cassian didn’t bother with more lube. He just spat once into his palm, smeared it over the head, and forced himself inside in one long, steady thrust.Adrian’s back arched. A broken sound tore out of his throat.Cassian’s hand clamped over his mouth.“Quiet,” he muttered against the back of Adrian’s neck. “It’s early. Take it.”He fucked him like that — deep, unrelenting, chest pressed to Adrian’s back — while the sky outside the windows slowly lightened. Every stroke dragged over Adrian’s prostate. His cock was trapped against the sheets, hard and leaking, rubbing with every movement. Cassian reached down, wrapped a fist around it, and stroked in short, tight pulls timed to his hips.“You’re already dripping,” Cassian said, voice rough with sleep. “Filthy little roommate. I barely have to touch you
"That's..." Cassian's grip tightened."Dangerous. If I can feel your true intentions—""Then you'll know I mean what I say."Adrian met his eyes. "Isn't that what you wanted? Truth?"Cassian laughed—startled and genuine. "You're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.""You keep saying that."
The bond was driving Adrian insane.Three days after his agreement with Cassian, and he couldn't get any privacy.Not physical privacy—that was fine. But emotional privacy? Completely gone.Every strong feeling broadcast directly to the Demon Lord. And worse, Cassian's emotions leaked back.Current
"And there's something else," Cassian said, moving closer again. "Your soul recognizes mine. Not just through the bond—it knew me before we met. Knew me and..." He tilted his head. "Pitied me.Why?Adrian's mind raced. He couldn't tell the truth. But Cassian would sense a lie through the bond.Half
"He knows the plot is changing."Seraphina continued quietly."And he hates it."A chill traveled down Elian's spine."How do you know all this?""Because he recruited me."She pulled a glowing crystal from her pocket."I pretended to join him."Elian stared at the crystal.Then at her."You infilt







