The kiss had scorched through Elliot like a wildfire. He hadn't meant to lose control, but something about Julian—the way he moved, the way he kissed with purpose and not apology—made control feel like a ridiculous game.
They broke apart, breathing hard, the air thick between them. Julian's lips were slightly swollen, his tie half-loosened, eyes dark with want.
"We shouldn't do this here," Elliot muttered, voice hoarse.
Julian raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me to stop."
Elliot didn't. Instead, he reached past Julian and clicked the lock on the office door.
Julian's grin widened.
Elliot's hands were already on his hips, pulling him in again. This time, the kiss deepened quickly—no pretense, no hesitation. Julian pushed Elliot against the door, their bodies pressing flush. Heat surged between them as mouths opened and hands roamed with a kind of urgency neither had felt in months, maybe years.
Elliot's suit jacket slid off, landing in a careless heap. Julian's fingers moved with surprising confidence—unbuttoning, untucking—exposing skin with reverence but hunger, like unwrapping something long desired. Elliot gasped when Julian's lips found the base of his neck, that tender spot just below the collarbone.
"God—Julian…"
Julian's mouth curled into a smirk against his skin. "You say my name like you've been dreaming it."
"I have."
That confession seemed to spark something deeper. Julian sank to his knees with a look of pure focus, his hands trailing down Elliot's torso, nails lightly scratching at his sides. He looked up, eyes locked on Elliot's, lips slightly parted.
"Tell me what you want," Julian said, voice low and velvet-smooth.
Elliot's breath caught. "I want…" He swallowed. "I want you to ruin me."
Julian didn't need more invitation.
What followed wasn't just passion—it was a release. Of power, of tension, of carefully constructed walls Elliot had spent a decade building. Julian undid them one touch at a time. And for once, Elliot let himself feel. Let himself be wanted.
The desk groaned beneath them later—papers scattering, ties undone, the city skyline blinking indifferently beyond the window. Every sound, every gasp, every whispered name echoed louder in the silence of the office after dark.
They didn't speak for a long moment afterward, bodies tangled, breathing slowing. Julian's fingers traced slow patterns along Elliot's chest.
"Still think this was a mistake?" he murmured.
Elliot looked down at him, one hand brushing through Julian's hair.
"No," he said quietly. "But tomorrow morning… it's going to be complicated."
Julian grinned, curling closer. "Then let's make it worth it