All Chapters of Lubes City (Steamy BL Stories): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The conference room was already half full when Steven walked in at eight fifty-five.The remaining team, about eight people who had stayed through the worst months, sat around the long table with coffee cups and open laptops. The air smelled of cheap coffee and the nervous energy that always filled the room before bad news. Someone had written “New Direction?” on the whiteboard in black marker and then erased it halfway, leaving a gray smear that still showed under the fluorescent lights.Steven took the seat near the end of the table, not the usual head where he sat in other meetings. That chair stayed empty on purpose, awaiting the new head.At exactly nine the door opened. Victor Lang walked in wearing a dark suit that looked like it cost more than most of the team’s monthly salaries combined. He did not smile. He just set the same black folder on the table, pulled out the chair at the head, and sat down as if the seat had always belonged to him.“Good morning,” he said. His voice

It was already a week.Steven sat across from the client in a quiet restaurant near the office. The place had white tablecloths and low conversations good on at every table. Victor sat to his right. The client, a man named Harlan who had been ready to cancel his contract the week before, stirred his coffee and looked between the two of them. His eyes not giving anything away. “I still don’t like the new timeline,” Harlan said. “We were promised those features three months ago.”Steven kept his voice steady. “The original timeline was not realistic. So we cut the parts that would have caused more delays later. What we are shipping next month will actually work.”Harlan frowned. “That is easy to say when you are the one who changed the plan.”Victor set his glass down carefully. “Steven is right. The previous plan would have given you half-finished features and another six months of fixes. This version is tighter and more reliable. If you want the old timeline back, you will also get t

Steven’s fingers stayed wrapped around Victor’s cock, frozen between the urge to pull away and the heavier urge to stay exactly where they were.The skin under his palm was hot and smooth, stretched tight over the thick length. He could feel every slow pulse, the way it twitched against his hand, the slick wetness at the tip that had already smeared across his fingers. The bathroom light still spilled into the main office, catching the shiny head and the clear fluid that kept gathering there.Victor did not let go of his wrist. His grip stayed firm and steady, not forcing anything more, just keeping Steven’s hand right where he had placed it.“You are still holding on,” Victor said, voice low and almost casual. “Most people would have pulled away by now but you have not.”Steven’s throat felt tight. “You put my hand there.”“I did.” Victor’s thumb brushed once over the back of Steven’s wrist. “And you let me. That is the part you should think about.”Steven tried to ease his grip, but

Victor’s hands stayed on Steven’s open belt. He looked up from where he knelt and met Steven’s eyes.“Tell me you want this,” he said. His voice was calm but low. “Not just because I told you to kneel. Not because your hand was already on me. Tell me you want me to touch you.”Steven’s breathing was still uneven. His chin was wet. His cock strained hard against the open front of his pants. For a second he only stared at Victor.“I want it,” he said, the words rough. “I want you to touch me.”Victor’s mouth curved into a satisfied smile. “Good. Because I bet you will not forget this day. Not with the way you look just now on your knees. Not the way you are looking at me right now.”He finished opening the belt and the button, then slowly pulled the zipper down. Instead of rushing, he rose to his feet and took Steven’s wrists, guiding him up from the floor.“Stand up for me.”Steven rose on unsteady legs. Victor stayed close, close enough that Steven could feel the heat of his body. He

Victor pulled his fingers out slowly. The wet sound was loud in the quiet room. Steven’s hole clenched around nothing, shiny and open, thick lube dripping down onto the couch.Victor poured more lube onto his cock. He stroked himself once until every thick inch was glossy and wet. Then he moved between Steven’s open legs and pressed the fat head against his entrance.“Look at me,” Victor said.Steven’s eyes met his. His chest was rising and falling fast. His cock lay hard and leaking on his stomach.Victor pushed in.The tight heat closed around the head right away. Steven’s back arched. A raw sound tore out of his throat.“Ah!! fuck, Victor…”Victor kept pushing. Slow. Steady. Inch by inch. The wet stretch was thick and filthy. Steven’s hole opened around him, taking the thick length deeper. Lube and precome mixed and made everything slippery. The sound of it was continuous and nasty, it was wet, heavy, the clear noise of a cock sinking into a tight hole.Victor did not stop until he