“Where it belongs,” Adrian agreed. Watching. Always watching.
Noah leaned forward to point at something. My hands guided his return. Pulled him back firmly against my chest. Against my now fully hard cock. He gasped. Soft. Barely audible.
“The palace security budget is substantial,” Noah continued. Voice slightly strained. My hands encouraged another roll of his hips. “If we can prove our worth?—“
He broke off. My hands had guided him into a harder grind. Deliberate. Controlled. Showing him exactly what I wanted.
“I know the fire,” Adrian said. “The King needs someone who understands protection.” His gaze pinned me. “So do you.”
My jaw locked. “This is different.”
“Is it?” Adrian leaned forward.
Noah's hand came to rest on my thigh. Grounding. My hands on his waist pulled him back. Encouraged another grind. He obeyed beautifully. Moving with the pressure. Learning the rhythm.
“How long,” I managed.
“Temporary,” Adrian said. “A few months. Then you come back.”
Noah shifted. Turned slightly. My hands guided him through the movement. Keeping him balanced. Keeping him grinding. His eyes were warm. Darker than before.
“You'll do well,” he said. Then, without warning, he slid off my lap.
I expected him to stand. To move away.
Instead, he dropped gracefully to his knees. Disappeared under the desk like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Adrian's smile widened. “Noah has a point to make, it seems.”
I felt hands on my knees. Pushing. Spreading my legs apart. Noah settled between them. I could see the top of his dark head below the desk edge.
“We should continue,” Adrian said. Calm. Controlled. “Where were we?”
“Back to your side,” I forced out. Noah's hands were on my thighs now. Sliding up. “Where I belong.”
“Where you belong,” Adrian agreed. “You are my best man.”
Noah's hands reached my belt. I heard the buckle click. Felt him working my zipper.
“The data supports the contract,” Noah's voice came from under the desk. Slightly muffled. “Sentinel Network's reputation grows with successful high-profile assignments.”
My cock sprang free. Hard. Aching. Noah's breath ghosted over it. Hot. Deliberate.
“You cannot serve the crown and the underworld forever,” I said through gritted teeth. “Eventually someone makes you choose.”
“I will choose what keeps us alive,” Adrian said. His eyes were dark. Heated. Watching his husband work under the desk.
Noah's mouth closed over the head of my cock. Hot. Wet. Perfect.
I bit back a groan. My hands gripped the armrests. Adrian watched with the same intensity he brought to everything.
“The legitimacy angle is strategic,” Noah said, pulling off just long enough to speak. Then his mouth was back. Taking me deeper.
“I see Noah is making his case,” Adrian observed. “He's very thorough when he wants something.”
Noah hummed agreement around my cock. The vibration made my hips jerk.
“Just providing tactical support,” Noah said, stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth. “The data is compelling.”
