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@Huang Zitao /he groans softly when the other's hips gyrate on , eyes fluttering shut as Yifan a breath through clenched teeth to stop himself from being to forceful/
My pleasure.
/slipping his hand between them, he grazes the tip of his finger over the younger's reddish tip, trailing precum down the side in amusement because even though he doesn't want to be too rough, he loves to watch Zitao squirm because of such a simple touch/
/hissing as the cold Palm of his lube covered hand begins to slick up his , the publisher tilts his head to the side, willing to be marked by the other and it could even be classed as wanting, which is not something Wu Yifan does often/
All done...
/he mumbles, teeth grazing down the author's tempting neck line/

@Huang Zitao Oh no... You're perfect.
/he mumbles, his coming to a halt as the other let's out a strangled cry and a smirk appears on his lips as they kiss, loving the way the others quivers feel against his own skin/
/takes a deep breath when is pulled from its confines, the cold air hitting the sensitive tip making him moan under his breath; Yifan chuckles and clicks his tongue playfully as he moves from the barrier of Zitao's legs and lowers himself into the soft leather of the chair/
Come here then.
/the raspy voice the author commands him with, causes to twitch slightly with need and he opens the drawer with a key, taking out an bottle of lubrication/

@Huang Zitao /resting his forehead against the other's, a shiver makes its way down Yifan's spine and a soft yet guttural groan leaves his slightly swollen lips when Zitao teases him through the fabric of his underwear/
/smearing the precum from the writer's tip down the side of , the taller can feel his temple thumping with the need that course through his veins along side the adrenaline/
Zitao, umf. You're good at that.
/Yifan mumbles much to his annoyance, eyelashes fluttering against his high cheekbones as he tightens his fist a little and faster, his other hand curling into the side of the desk as his lips find Zitao's again, nibbling on his bottom lip/

@Huang Zitao /hearing the two singular words that gave him never ending signals, Yifan created a fist around the youngers member and began to , lips trailing kisses down Zitao's tempting neck as he nuzzled his nose there briefly to catch a breeze of his scent/
...
/allowing the profanity to slip from his mouth with ease, the taller pushes his hips forward slightly, straining against his boxers needily/
/yearning for the bare touch of the others hand, he carries on his administration, teeth sinking into skin once again but this time on the writer's bare shoulder; it doesn't take long for a purple mark to appear and Yifan runs his tongue over it to soothe the skin/

@Huang Zitao /hissing when he spots the other others bare form beneath his pants, Yifan inaudibly gulps down the lump in his throat before breathing deeply through his nose to steady himself and regain his composure which threatened to waver/
I can always go slower if you want, Mr.Huang.
/one corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile lazily, fluidly pulling the others shoes and socks off before allowing his pants to join them on the floor, leaving the other in only his splayed open shirt/
/guiding Zitao's legs around his waist, the publisher pulls him up and then locks his arms around his own neck aswell, lips meeting lips roughly yet tinged with the passion that comes with Yifan's personality/
/when the cold and firm skin of his hand finally meets Zitao's member, Yifan lets out his own groan of impatience after having waited so long to touch someone so intimately, his fingers dancing across the prominent veins as he swipes his thumb over the tip/

@Huang Zitao A while? That's perfect...
/Yifan trails off, his lips still ghosting over the other's sensitive , tongue flicking out to trace around it, teasing the pink skin as he ponders on what the full truth is and how long "a while" really is/
/gazing up hungrily, he allows the other to see the lust that dances within him pupils before trailing kisses down Zitao's chest; up and to the right of his belly button, he can almost feel the heat radiating from the mark he made, fingers dancing intricately across the author's thighs/
/smiling slyly at the fact he was still fully dressed, Yifan pops the button on Zitao's pants and doesn't hold back as he forcefully lifts the males hips, slipping the pants half way down his thighs/

@Huang Zitao /seeing the way Zitao's personality seems to change with his words, a coy smile appears upon his lips before fingers trail slightly higher to brush across the male's naval playfully/
Tell me, Zitao, when was the last time someone dominated you? Reversed the roles and made you the submissive.
/his lips are now near the shell of the others ear, snagging his lobe between Yifan's teeth as his hands worked on the rest of the frustrating buttons of his shirt/
/leaving the material splayed over, he pulls back slightly to study what he is dealing with, a smirk painting his lips, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at the words/
Of course.
/spontaneous needs take over him as he leans down to snag one of the others s between his teeth, rolling it between them and lightly as his fingers trace small circles on Zitao's naval/

@Huang Zitao I think we'd need at least a few days to go through the certain ual pleasantries I enjoy but right now, I want your body to make a dint in this desk.
/allowing a soft growl to leave his lips, Yifan enjoys his mass of hair being mussed from its original neat style; pulling back completly, he trails his pointer finger down the curve of the others neck, feeling the skin beneath it/
I like to tease, to the point were you are begging for more. To caress every inch of your body before I reach that spot that makes you tick.
/he's back again now, fingers having smoothly popped the few top buttons of Zitao's shirt, hot muscle gliding over the skin covering his collar bone before sinking his teeth lightly into the skin, palms splayed out on the youngers thighs/

@Huang Zitao /hearing the soft sound leaving the others lips, Yifan tries to push down the sudden smile that it brings to his own, the noise washing over him and leaving him cleansed/
Incubus? Are you sure you aren't one in disguise?
/the cool mint laced breath sends a shudder down his spine, his lips tingling in response as he allows himself to be guided, ignoring the painful throb of the bruising kiss/
/he nurses it by gliding his tomgue over the sweet tasting bottom lip of the other, eyes falling shut as he tilts his head to the side, fingers dancing over Zitao's sides/

@Huang Zitao What image did you have in mind, Mr. Huang? Was you not expecting me to-
/pushing momentarily to bend at the knees slightly, hands gripping the writers thighs as he hoists him up onto the cool wood of the desk, slipping in between the others legs smoothly before continuing/
Full your fantasies?
/he mockingly gasps, the brief pressure of Tao's fingers against his chest makes him grit his teeth, mind wandering beyond what he wants it to yet/
Call me Yifan.
/he mutters breathlessly, head dipping to graze his teeth down the length of one side of the others jawline/

@Huang Zitao Does that mean... You're very experienced when it comes to certain ual pleasantries?
/allowing his hand to trail to Zitao's waist, turning them both slightly and backing him up until the others back hits the corner of the desk/
Honesty is one of the best gifts you can give to me.
/pulling back one of his hands from the younger's waist, he uses his thumb to trace the outline of his cheekbone, gaze meeting gaze/

@Huang Zitao /chuckling under his breath softly when the other allows a playful smirk to paint his plump and alluring looking lips, Yifan watches him intently as he studies the countless books across one of the walls/
I'm just a curious person, always have and always will be. What makes me even more curious, is what your primary line of work is?
/sliding his tongue over his lower lip, the saliva adding to the deep red before he rises to his full height, the close proximity of the others body to his own causing the hairs on the back of his neck to prickle/
I hope you're honest about this.

@Huang Zitao /turning on his heel when the new writer finally enters, a soft chuckle leaves his lips because although the other wishes not to boast, it's exactly what it sounds like and he lifts his shoulder in a casual shrug/
You're right, they're quickly becoming popular. Which is lucky for me seem as it helps me make a living as well as you.
/taking the folder in his long slender fingers, he flicks it open and studies the contents, his mind already made after reading the first few pages, eyes now trained on the others body instead of the paper/
I'll have to get my team to look over it also, but it has definite potential.
/perching on the side of the desk, he smiles coyly before crossing his arms across his chest once again/
Is this your only interest?

@Huang Zitao /donning a dark grey suit, he shrugs off the jacket and casually hands it over the back of his leather chair, a thin tie stark against the backdrop of his white shirt which is rolled up at the sleeves/
/hair neatly ruffled and veins slightly prominent on his forearms, Yifan stares curiously over the moving city, the sun dipping in the distance as the night approaches slowly/
/hearing a timid rap on the door, he doesn't turn way from the window that covers the back wall, arms now crossed across chest arrogantly/
Come in, Mr Huang.
/waiting for the sound of his large mahogany door sliding open, he runs a slightly calloused hand through his hair/