Chapter 31 — Another Round
The sun had begun to dip low, painting streaks of gold and orange across the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kairo Laurent's penthouse office. Papers lay scattered on the floor, the desk had shifted slightly from its original position, and Kairo's expensive jacket was draped over a chair—forgotten.
Elian lay half-sprawled on the long leather sofa, his hoodie discarded, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like he'd just run a mile.
Kairo watched him from where he stood near the minibar, shirt unbuttoned, sipping from a glass of cold water.
"You look ruined," he said with a smirk.
Elian laughed softly. "That's because you ruined me."
Kairo set the glass down, walking back toward him. "Good. That was the goal."
Elian pulled a cushion over his face. "I can't believe I let you—"
"Bend you over my desk and make you scream my name loud enough the whole building probably heard?" Kairo offered.
Elian threw the pillow at him. Kairo caught it mid-air, chuckling.
But then his eyes darkened. He dropped the cushion and knelt in front of the sofa, right between Elian's legs, spreading them with a firm hand.
Elian blinked. "Again?"
Kairo's voice dropped an octave. "You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill."
His fingers traced the inside of Elian's thigh slowly. "One round wasn't enough."
Elian's breath hitched. "You're insatiable."
"And you're still trembling." Kairo's eyes gleamed. "I haven't even tasted you yet."
Before Elian could speak, Kairo leaned in and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Then another, higher. Elian's back arched.
"Kairo—"
"Shh," Kairo whispered, licking a trail up. "You trust me, don't you?"
Elian swallowed. "Yes."
"Then let me have you. Again."
And he did. Slowly. Thoroughly. Kairo worshipped him with lips and tongue, pulling gasps and moans from him like a conductor with a symphony. Elian's fingers gripped the leather couch, toes curling, thighs shaking, until—
"Kairo, I—!"
Kairo looked up, eyes smoldering. "Not yet. Hold it."
Elian whimpered. "You're evil."
"I'm yours."
He climbed back up Elian's body, kissing him hard, tasting the sounds he'd just stolen. And then he was lifting him—effortless, powerful—and settling him on his lap, straddling him on the sofa.
Elian blinked, flushed. "You're serious?"
Kairo gripped his waist. "Ride me."
Elian swallowed hard.
Kairo's voice dropped into a command. "Now."
And just like that, Elian obeyed.
What followed was breathless. Elian moved slowly at first, finding rhythm, balance, and heat. Kairo guided him, whispered praises in his ear, held his thighs steady as he bounced in his lap.
"You look so good like this," Kairo breathed. "Look at you… riding your husband like he's your throne."
Elian groaned, nails digging into Kairo's shoulders. "Harder…"
Kairo bucked upward, thrusting deep, and Elian cried out.
"Say it again," Kairo growled.
"Harder, Daddy!"
Kairo cursed under his breath, gripping his hips tightly and slamming up into him, again and again, until Elian's moans filled the office, until the city lights outside blurred behind the fog on the windows, until the desk, the world, everything disappeared into the rhythm of them.
Their finish came loud, messy, and shaking.
Elian collapsed forward, face buried in Kairo's neck, body spent and trembling.
Kairo held him tightly, whispering soft curses and kisses against his skin.
"I love you," he said hoarsely. "Even when I'm mad. Even when I'm broken. I'll always want you."
Elian smiled weakly. "Even when I'm clingy and loud?"
"Especially then."
They stayed tangled on the couch until the moon had fully replaced the sun in the sky. Kairo eventually helped Elian into his hoodie again, brushing his hair back, cupping his cheeks like he was glass.
"You okay?" he asked.
Elian nodded. "I'm more than okay."
Kairo kissed him one last time before whispering, "Next time… we do this at home."
Elian grinned. "Next time, we do it everywhere."
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