Screwed Into Forever
The other gripped Alex’s hip, pulling him in until their bodies lined up and Alex felt exactly how hard Julian already was.
It was nothing like the careful, polite sex he used to have with Sophia on the nights they still tried. This was teeth and spit and hunger. Alex shoved Julian back against the desk, papers scattering, and ground against him, cock to cock through their suits. Julian’s hips rolled up to meet him, deliberate, filthy.
“Fuck,” Alex breathed against his mouth. “I shouldn’t…”
“Shut up.” Julian bit his bottom lip, tugged it, then soothed it with his tongue. His hand slid down, palmed Alex through his pants, squeezed. Alex’s knees almost buckled.