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Apart from his thick-lensed, thick-rimmed glasses, he looked absolutely nothing like a science nerd…but then he got talking about chemical compounds and other shit Oliver didn’t have a hope of understanding. And once upon a time, Oliver might have jumped at the chance if a guy like Renzo had slipped him his number, but he no longer lived in that world.
He had just politely thanked him, then waxed poetic about his hot boyfriend until Renzo held up two hands, laughing that he’d gotten the message. He asked Oliver to be friends, which wasn’t difficult to accept because Oliver was sorely lacking in those.
So he got coffee with Renzo, and then he told Victor the story, who got all twitchy and weird.
It took Oliver all of three hours to figure out he was jealous.
So maybe the lavender wasn’t just because Oliver was having a hard day. Maybe Victor had planned all of this to send a message. In another world, that might have driven Oliver up the wall, but right now, he was somehow falling even harder for his beloved.
“Angel?”
“Mm?” Oliver asked, his eyes heavy-lidded as he stared at his lover.
“Did I lose you?”
Stalking forward, Oliver stepped out of his pants, letting them fall beside the desk before swinging one leg over to straddle Victor’s thighs. Victor’s hands immediately curled around the globes of Oliver’s ass and tugged him forward.
“You will never lose me,” Oliver murmured before leaning in for a kiss.
Their lips met in a lush push-pull dance with wet, hot tongue and sharp teeth. Oliver felt wild with desire, wild with the idea of being caught, even if the door was firmly locked and no one was going to come looking for him.
“Promise me,” Victor whispered. He cradled Oliver’s cheek with one hand, holding him almost like he was afraid…and Oliver knew to some degree he was. The choices they’d made before Oliver invited Victor back into his life had been the right ones.
They both needed to know it wasn’t just some fling. They weren’t caught up in the heat of the moment or the pain of the past. Oliver had to trust himself that he wanted this, and Victor had to believe that Oliver wanted him.
There were still tender spots that hurt when they both poked at them, but they were careful with each other. And they paid attention to know when one of them needed that little bit of extra reassurance without having to ask for it all the time.
Hooking a finger under Victor’s chin, he held his gaze. “You know I don’t usually make promises, but I will make that one. Because I am more in love with you now than I was the night under the stars. And that was the moment I knew I wanted to be yours forever.”
Victor let out a soft breath, then pushed fingers into Oliver’s hair and held him tight enough to hurt—tight the way Oliver liked it. Their lips crashed together again, and Oliver began to rock his hips as Victor’s fingers explored his panties, and he sucked in a sharp breath when he discovered their little plot twist. With a single tug, it became obvious there was an easy-access slit in the back.
He hadn’t worn those panties for office sex, but he was suddenly really glad he’d chosen them that morning.
“What is this?”
Oliver grinned and shrugged. “Found them online. Thought you might like them.”
“Oh, my sweet thing. I do.” His touch crept further between the fabric slit until he was dragging a firm stroke over Oliver’s hole, making him grunt hard and grind his dick down against Victor’s.
“Fuck, pretty boy,” Oliver said. “You gonna play with me?”
“A little,” Victor said. “You’ve been so absolutely perfect. You’re always perfect. So damn good for me. I want you to have a reward.”
Oliver shuddered. Coming from him, the praise was so honest it burrowed down into the very makeup of his being. It felt so good it bordered on something like pain, and he wanted to feel that way all the time.
Only Victor could reduce him to a shaking mess with a simple touch and a handful of words.
“Lube in my desk,” he murmured into another kiss.
“Wishful thinking?” Victor asked.
Oliver laughed. “More like I knew I’d eventually get you in here like this.”
Victor grinned, their teeth clacking together as he leaned forward, and he pawed around until Oliver heard him give a small grunt of triumph. He leaned forward, hooking his chin over Victor’s shoulder as he heard the lube cap click, and a second later, two stiff fingers pushed up inside him.
Oliver groaned, dragging teeth along the crook of Victor’s neck, and he felt his lover’s dick respond with a throb against his stomach. “I don’t want a lot of prep,” Oliver whispered. “Please. I need you.”
“I know you do. I know you need this. Need me to fill you,” Victor murmured back. Oliver shuddered all over as Victor removed his fingers, then used both hands to spread his cheeks. Cool air hit his lube-slick hole, and he could feel Victor leaning over him to look. “God, look at you, angel.”
