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North comes into Night’s office at the law firm with a beautiful bouquet, taking a seat by the leather sofa closest to the lawyer’s desk; “Came to say thank you for saving my boys,” he mumbles with an arrogant smile against his lips.
Night doesn’t look up from his paperwork, merely continues to sign his finished documents before retorting; “I didn’t do it for you,” he throws, pushing his lowered glasses up the bridge of his nose.
He could hear the deep and airy chuckle North lets out, yet, Night pays no heed to it. The entrepreneur stands from the couch, taking slow steps, almost like a prowling lion and finally sits on the chair before Night. He pushes the bouquet of red roses towards the lawyer, and only then does Night look up, eyes turned into slits, jaw clenched from both the anger and guilt of winning a corrupted case all for the sake of money.
Night hated it. Hated how North took his win so happily as if he wasn’t committing crimes and killing people for the sake of his business. He hated, but he couldn’t do anything. When the world had failed him, North had been the only one to give Night a helping hand in earning enough money to save his ailing mother. Night didn’t have a choice.
Still, it doesn’t make Night feel any better, putting innocent people behind bars. Night looks up at the man; North remains smiling like the cheeky bastard he is, then raises an eyebrow when Night doesn’t budge.
“What is this?” Night asks, ignoring the sweet smell of roses that waft around him. Looking at North never fails to bring up the bitter feelings of their past for the lawyer; he ends up looking behind the older man’s head, where their office is mostly deserted if not for a few hardworking lawyers at the very end of the floor. Night has his own office, courtesy of winning so many cases related to North’s company.
North leans against his chair, arms stretched out on the handles, the unbuttoned parts of his shirt widening and exposing the fair skin of his chest. Night doesn’t let his eyes linger there, afraid that the sight of North’s skin would, once again, remind him of the countless nights they had spent mapping each other’s body, cooped up in their dorm rooms back in university. The entrepreneur sighs, snapping Night back to his senses, smile still evident on his face; “They’re flowers. For you. For helping with the case,”
Night swallow the lump in his throat along with the anger that bubbles inside of him; “This wasn’t the first case I won for your company,” he grits out.
North hums in acknowledgement; “No,” he agrees. “But it is the one you worked the hardest on,” and he smiles again. That very smile that had made Night fall for him almost ten years ago, when a carefree boy in his twenties would sit by the bleachers, laughing and blowing smoke from his lips as his friends joked about something Night couldn’t understand. He remembers being twenty again, nerdy, hidden by his glasses and piled of law textbook as he walks across the same boy, well aware that he would pay no heed to a boy like Night.
North’s words make Night tense up. He reacts a little too quickly at that, chucking the flowers back to their owner and clawing his reading glasses off his eyes. North pouts at the loss of them, but doesn’t say much; “Look,” the lawyer begins. “You can’t just come into my office and act like this,” he snaps. “If people find out about this, my license will be revoked and your business with surely fail. So I suggest you leave before anyone sees you,”
North doesn’t react much once again, and Night feels his patience running thin. This was the problem with North; his nonchalance. How North being ignorant to most of their problems soon led them to their break up. Night watches the man with fierce eyes, catching the way he exhales into a soft chuckle, reaching forward to fasten the middle button of his black coat. The lawyer doesn’t think about how beautifully the cloth accentuates his curves.
“So what?” North asks.
“What?”
“So what if they revoke your license?” he retorts. “My offer still stands, you know,” his smile widens, and it’s the same tactic he always uses back when they were in university. Night always fell for it.
This again, he thinks, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“The empire I’ve built,” North begins. “Has two thrones; One for me and another one for you,” he explains with two fingers up. “It’s always there. You can sit there. Right next to me,”
Night considers it for brief, very brief moment. He’s suddenly brought back to 10 years ago, when North had held him on his lap one evening, after their classes were over and Night had been pampered by his boyfriend.
“I’ll build an empire once I graduate, baby,” North had grinned happily back then, pushing the lock of hair over Night’s forehead. “You’ll be right by my side. We can rule the world with your sexy lawyer brain and my business tycoon vibe,”
Night had giggled out loud back then; “I don’t think your ‘vibe’ is enough to own a company, P’North,”
“No,” North hummed. “But I have you. The rest will come very easily for me if you’re by my side,”
Now, 10 years later, with half of North’s dreams finally coming true, Night wonders where they had gone wrong. He looks to his ex-boyfriend, feeling his heart squeeze and shake in that familiarly painful way. Maybe.. just maybe—
“Eh?” a playful tease from North. He cocks his head to the side, “Or do you prefer to sit on my lap instead?”
The yearning had settled inside of Night’s heart leaves as fleetingly as it had arrived before. The lawyer’s eyes harden from anger. He was a fool to believe that North had changed for the better. Night slams his pen down, putting more distance between them before he barks; “Get the fuck out,”
North seems to have sense the shift in his eyes that usually held no fire in them, now burning everything that it sees; Including North himself. The businessman merely leans against his chair lazily, that same smile dancing across his lips. “I don’t think you want me to, nong,”
If anything, that nickname only infuriates the lawyer further. He inhales, nostrils flaring with anger. “This is an office. Call me with respect and fucking leave. I don’t want to see you here. Anything related to business will be dealt through my secretary. I don’t want to ever see you again,” Night looks away this time. “You’ve done enough,”
The silence between them is suffocating, but Night is used to it. Much to his surprise, North doesn’t put up a fight, simply stands, unfastening the button of his coat before he walks to the tinted glass door of Night’s office. Night dares to look at the man, enough to catch him flick the lock instead of leaving. The click of the lock alerts Night, and he stands with a deep frown. “What are you doing?” he snaps.
North merely smiles, leaning against the door, arms crossed before he flicks his index finger, motioning for Night to step closer; the lawyer obliges despite keeping a safe distance between them. North’s cologne wafts around the two of them, and Night would be a liar if he says it doesn’t make him weak in the knees. He knows about the power that North holds over his body, and he can’t control it no matter how much he tries.
The business man remains smirking when he taps at the metal lock of Night’s office door. “Unlock this,” he tells Night. “And tell me to leave,” North shrugs, lips jutting out in false innocence. “Then I’ll leave. Simple as that,”
Night inhales, jaw clenched, eyes slammed shut with both anger and arousal for the boy. He hates North. Fucking hates him with a seething passion. But what he hates the most is how North could still leave him awake in bed, hard and desperate despite being exes for over a decade. He hates how North could touch him, and his whole body would cave into those fingers without a doubt.
He can’t let North win. Night needs to be in control for at least one time. He looks down at the lock, and reaches one hand forward to flick it open. However, just as his fingers brush against the metal, North’s warm palm encloses around his wrist, yanking the man closer until their chests slammed against each other. He could hear the soft grunt North releases against his ear, and Night visibly exhales. “Let go,” he mumbles despite feeling how loosely North holds his hand. He could pull out of his grip if he wants. He could.
“You can easily do it yourself,” North huffs out a laugh that absolutely infuriates the lawyer. He leans closer until Night could smell the cigarette mingled with sweet Rosé he had drank earlier. “Let go yourself, nong,”
Night does; he yanks his hand out of North’s grip, briefly basking in the way North’s playful smile falters. He can’t take it anymore. “You’re an insufferable asshole, you know that?” is what Night manages to say before he curls his hands around the collar of North’s shirt and slams their lips together. North’s surprised hum is only brief before he pushes a hand through Night’s mussed hair and yanks the man closer.
“You can’t, can you?” North murmurs with a hum, smiling against their lips, pulling Night with another arm around his waist, relishing in the way the latter gasps and presses closer. “I know, I know, baby,” he muses.
Their tongues taste so bittersweet together; with Night’s habit of chewing on mints while he worked, mingling with North’s cigarette. It’s a mirror of their own relationship; the bitterness of their breakup which neither of them could fully move on from even after a decade, and the sweetness of their kisses. How it still feels exactly the same despite their dark history. Night shuts his eyes, ignoring the tears that trickle down his face and North’s gentle fingers that thumb them away.
He doesn’t know who starts to undress each other, but soon enough, Night finds himself slotting his dry hands between the unbuttoned parts of North’s shirt, pressing his cold palm over the man’s heart, feeling the way he gasps into Night’s mouth. North’s shoulders rise and fall when he shrugs his coat off and unclasps his belt. It falls to the ground with a loud clang, alerting Night of his surroundings.
The lawyer breaks their kiss with a smack of lips; “We shouldn’t,” Night breathes, eyes wide with alarm, darting around the number of lights that remain turned on in their office, hands plastered over the planes of North’s pale chest under his white shirt. “P’North—I—North, we shouldn’t. Not here,”
North’s smile finally widens upon hearing the way Night used to call him back when they dated. All he does is wrap his arms tightly around the lawyer, hoisting him up with a soft grunt until Night’s legs involuntarily wraps them around his hips. “You say we shouldn’t,” North presses his nose just under the hinge of Night’s jaw, “Yet you knew exactly what to do when I lifted you up,” Night’s eyes flutter shut, and he could feel the way North grins, teeth nipping against the flushed skin. “Naughty,” the business man whispers.
“North, stop,” Night hisses despite making no move push him away. North could feel the way his legs tighten around his hips, thighs clenching hard until he manoeuvres them onto his large office desk, carelessly pushing away his stationeries and paperwork down the floor. “North,” Night stammers out again, in a shaky sigh, throwing his head back as the latter continues to press hard kisses down the length of his neck.
North doesn’t answer his calls, hands trailing all over his body, swiftly removing his shirt and pants, leaving the lawyer cold and shivering from the air-conditioner, clinging onto North for warmth. “Mm,” North hums appreciatively, hitching Night forward until his ass hangs on the edge of the desk, pushing one hand into his ridiculously thin boxers. “Is my nong cold?” he questions with a squeeze to Night’s ass cheek.
This is why he hates North so much; how he could leave the man speechless, choking on his own saliva and a shaking mess with just a mere touch and three words. Night could barely speak with how North caresses his skin, eliciting more goosebumps under his fingers. All he does is hook his chin over the man’s clothed shoulder, fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he carefully pushes the last article of clothing down Night’s legs.
The skin around his neck and collarbones are burning from the force of North’s bite, but all Night could do is let the former push him until he’s lying against the cool wood, completely bare and exposed for North as he continues to ravage Night’s skin. The hand on his ass begins to trace the outline of his crease, slipping between the folds until his thumb presses against the ring of muscles. North stretches himself, laying his whole clothed body over Night’s bare one before pushing a thumb in just to watch his reaction.
Night gasps, hands going up to push into North’s hair, gripping him tightly as his lips part in a silent moan. North’s tongue darts out to lick at his bottom lip, biting the pink flesh as he continues to push his thumb inside; “You’re loose,” North finds himself murmuring over the lawyer’s lips. “How many guys have you been fucking since I was gone, hm?”
“Ah—” Night chokes out, turning his head aside, his cheek pressed onto the edge of the glass plaque that had his name carved onto it. “You—” he writhes again, knees trembling against North’s hips, fingers curled tightly around his hair, relishing in the way North hisses. Night finally opens his eyes, breathing heavily, squirming from the thickness of North’s thumb that weasels into his hole; “Why do you care?” he grits out. “I—I can fuck as many as I—ngh—want,”
North merely hums in response, pulling his thumb out, gentler than Night had expected him to. “Even after all these years,” North whispers along the freshly made bite just under Night’s jaw. “You’re still a horrible liar, nong,” and before Night could even question his ex, North continues to speak. “Tell me, then,” he murmurs once again, curling one hand under Night’s chin, forcefully yanking his head to face the business man. North remains smiling, eyes glinting under the moonlight when he pushes in an index finger. “Were they bigger than me?”
Night opens and closes his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head just from a mere finger. He feels North thumb away the saliva that had leaked out from the corner of his parted lips before sucking it into his own mouth; “N-north—” Night chokes out. “I—”
“Answer my question, baby,” North pushes his finger deeper inside, and it’s both painful and so pleasurable all at the same time. And North’s possessive tone did nothing to conceal the way Night’s hips jut up into him.
Night closes his eyes, unable to think of an answer. He’s fallen into one of North’s traps yet again. Judging from the breathy laugh against his ear, Night knew that North had known as well. “North,” he pants, back arching off the table, hips pushing down into his single finger, desperate to feel more. “Pl—” Night stops himself from begging, and North catches it instantly.
“Just you wait,” he hears North mumble, and dread seeps into his skin; Night is well aware that North is never going to back down until he’s a writhing mess on this table. He reaches into Night’s desk drawer, a sly grin spread across his flushed face, his hair in a mess, kissing the patch of skin just under Night’s knee before pulling something out from the compartment. Night is way too gone to notice the finger that North had removed and the familiar dildo that he now holds in his hand.
The lawyer’s eyes grow wide, one hand reaching up to grab the dildo that he had been hiding from everyone for so long; a secret he had promised to take to his grave. North’s reflexes are faster when he wraps a hand around Night’s wrist and slams it just beside his head, against the wood of his desk; “I have to say, baby,” North whistles as his eyes glaze over the silicone cock that wiggles in his hand, thumbing over the artificial veins, chuckling at the sight of Night hiding his face from the sheer shame. “It’s definitely bigger than me,”
“I’m surprised, though,” he continues to speak, spitting directly onto the silicone, coaxing his spit all over the length with one hand while the other merely tightens its grip on Night’s hand. “You could barely handle my size when we fucked,” North mumbles. “What changed?”
“Fucking, stop, North,” Night hisses yet again, but his pleas are ignored by the cruel business man who simply kicks his knees apart, pinning them with his hips until his hole is open, clenching and exposed only for North to see. Night’s head bangs against the wood in desperation. “Don’t—
“Did you grow too desperate for me?” North smiles over Night’s spit-stained lips, kissing the flush skin just as he pushes the wet dildo into Night’s hole. It’s embarrassing, almost downright shameful, how easily it enters his hole, slithering over the soft material until it clenches against the base. North watches with greed and lust in his eyes, a delighted laugh escaping his lips; “Fuck, you take it so easily,” he whispers. “I could probably fist you and you’d be begging like a fucking slut, won’t you, Night?”
Night gasps, whines and pushes down onto the dildo; “How—” he swallows hard, hips squirming against the artificial cock, the painful stretch and the pleasure that bursts behind his eyelids. His cock lies firm and frozen over his stomach, twitching and leaking precum at every filthy word North whispers to him. “How did you—” he’s cut off by a moan once again, when North twists the dildo inside of him, humming appreciatively at the sight of his hole being stretched out.
“You think I’d let you off so easily?” North replies, and Night could feel his smile against one of his nipples. He stutters and stammers out the words, but North pays no heed to them as he takes a nipple into his mouth, drooling over the erect nub, suckling and swallowing hard enough for Night to jolt again. “You’re mine, Night,” he speaks yet again. “And you know how much I hate sharing,”
Night is a whining mess under him, trying to twist his hand away from North’s grip, but halting completely when North pushes away from his body, leaving him shivering once again from the cold air that blows directly onto his skin. Night takes a second to breathe, flinching at the dildo that remains deep inside his ass, clenching and unclenching around it. North is standing up to his full height between his legs.
He's still fully dressed except for the coat that remains discarded on the polished wood of his office. North’s shirt sticks to his skin, half the buttons opened to expose his flushed chest and a faint scar he had gotten from a fight back in university. Night remembers that fight, and the aftermath of it as well. Their first time. He looks back at North, into his round, sparkling eyes that he used to spend hours just staring at. Now, it holds nothing that Night had loved back then.
Much to Night’s surprise, he pulls out his phone, holding it in one hand while they other begins to toy with the dildo wedged deep inside of him. Night gasps yet again, legs closing around North’s hand when the stretch becomes too painful to ignore, his own hands wrapping around North’s wrist. “S-stop—” Night whimpers pathetically. “It h-hurts,”
North obliges for a brief second, only to resume his position between Night’s legs, laying his whole body of the latter, and toying with the dildo yet again. He leans back just enough to directly spit onto his throbbing hole, coaxing the saliva in and out of him to make the slides easier. Night doesn’t say anything, merely arches off the table in soft pleas, so close to reaching his climax.
“Seems familiar, don’t you think?” North speaks a second later, and Night barely has any time to digest his words before he bringing his phone before Night, a video beginning to play. Night squints, trying to decipher what North was trying to do. It takes him a good half a minute trying to register the contents of the video, his mind too fogged up to form coherent thoughts.
The first thing he notices in the slightly blurry video, is the Queen-sized bed he had spent hours poring over the Internet to find. Night’s study table is there, stacked with case reports and other documents. It was Night’s room. North was showing him a video of his own room. And then—and then, he realises what the purpose of this video was in the first place. Because there he was, kneeling on the bed, stark naked for the hidden camera to see as he rode the exact dildo inside of him right now, moaning out loud.
“Mmfgh—hngh—ah—P—P’North,” hearing his own voice moaning out for his ex-boyfriend never failed to send a set of shivers down his spine. Night looks away, unable to watch the sight of his debauched self, riding a silicone cock with such shamelessness and desperation. Of course, North doesn’t let him go that easily; he curls a hand under Night’s chin yet again, yanking the lawyer’s head until he’s forced to watch the video.
“How much time have you spent riding this fucking toy—” North whispers over his lips. “—Wishing that it was my cock instead? Hm? Answer me, nong,” his fingers dig into Night’s jaw, nails pressing into the flush skin that he was sure it would have indents soon enough. “How many times did you close your eyes and wished it was me who was fucking you instead of that thing?” he grits out again.
“N-North,” the man in the video gasps out again. Night closes his eyes in shame.
“Look at me,” North urges, shaking his head forcefully. “Look at me or I swear to God that one of us will be coming tonight and it won’t be you,” he snaps, and despite so many years that have passed between them, Night still reacts exactly the same to those orders. His eyes flutter open, filled with so much of shame and arousal as he watches himself masturbate.
The man in the video, on his knees now, his back facing the camera before he collapses onto the pillows with only the view of his ass and that dildo wedged deep inside of him. “I have hundreds of videos like these,” North tells him. “I have my eyes everywhere you go. You can’t escape me, Night,” he grins like the fucking maniac that he is. Like the fucking maniac that Night still loves and craves for.
“You moan my name so well in those videos,” North finally releases his grip on Night’s chin, swiping on his phone until a second video plays, and his moans begin to echo around the room. “Why won’t you moan like that here?” Night’s eyes are wide open, latched on his ex as he uses his free hand to pop open the button of his slacks, pushing it down his thighs along with his boxers. He doesn’t remember the last time he had seen North naked, let alone touch him at all.
He looks the same, if not bigger than the last time Night had fucked with him. The lawyer swallows hard at the sight of North’s hard cock; red, swollen and leaking profusely, beading from the tip. North comes back between his legs, and Night could feel his heated cock at his entrance, pressing over the dildo that remains deep inside of him. North plays with it yet again while his other hand holds up the phone over them. Night is humping his pillow in the video now, grasping the dildo in his hand, desperately rutting against the sheets until he reaches his climax before slotting the entire thing inside of him just as he comes.
“You even scream my name when you come,” North chuckles. “You missed me that much?”
Night doesn’t give him the satisfaction by answering; it seems to only infuriate North. He watches as the latter discards his phone somewhere else, getting both arms around Night and hoisting him up until he sits on the edge of the desk, pliant and weak in North’s arms. “Such a good whore for me,” North murmurs appreciatively, cupping the lawyer’s cheek, fingers dancing over the tears and spit-stained cheek. He pries Night’s lips open with a thumb as well, leaning close and spitting directly into his mouth. Night jolts and squirms in his arms, but obeys silently. He keeps his lips parted, and North’s spit pooling inside of them. The man hums yet again, stroking himself, throwing his head back in a long sigh.
“You’re so good for me, nong,” North moans. “All that training we did back in your tiny little dorm room.. you never forgot them, did you?” he grins cheekily, gathering up more saliva in his mouth to spit it into Night’s parted lips again. He’s drooling now, with North’s spit trailing down the ends of his lips, trickling down his chin. North exhales harshly, eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure of jerking himself off. “I could do anything and you’d still just sit there and take what I give you. Such a good boy—ngh—ugh—”
North leans close, tongue darting out to lick the saliva that had trickled down his neck all the way up to his mouth until he seals their lips in a filthy kiss. “Swallow, baby,” North whispers, pushing his tongue inside of Night’s lips, coaxing more of his spit as Night swallows. It’s disgusting, so fucking unhygienic; but he’s the one clinging onto Night, shaking uncontrollably when he comes between them, spurting hot, white liquid against North’s shirt, smearing them against his own bare chest while North licks and licks and licks into his mouth.
“I’m not done with you,” North tells him a minute later, when Night had climbed down from his high, clinging onto the former, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, legs hooked on his hips. North reaches down until he pulls the dildo all the way out before slamming back in. “So easy, so pliant,” he murmurs into Night’s temple. “You’d do anything I say, wouldn’t you, nong?”
Night nods, far too blissed out to form coherent words. All he does is hug North close to him, relishing in his warmth and his cologne, curling his fingers around the material of his shirt. North hums, hands squeezing at his ass, massaging the flesh and spanking the skin just to feel the heat against it later. “I could fit my dick inside of you just like this,” North presses the tip of his cock just beside the silicone dildo, a vicious grin on his lips when Night’s face contorts in pain, trying to push away from North’s hands. “Could fuck you with this dildo inside,” he whispers. “And you’d take it, wouldn’t you? Do whatever I say because you love to make your P’North happy,”
“No—I—mhgh—no—North, stop,” Night gasps. He doesn’t have time to beg any further, because North is groaning against his shoulder, biting at the skin there before he pulls the dildo out in one go and slams his aching cock inside of the lawyer.
Both men exhale loud enough that the office workers could hear if they aren’t so nose deep in their paper work. North grunts hard, holding Night’s knees tightly around his hips before he pistons into the tight hole with precise thrusts. “Fuck,” the business man hisses. “Ngh, fuck, baby,” he chokes out. “You’re so—so fucking tight. Even after all—ah—all that fucking,”
Night couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, not with how perfectly North fucks him. Not with how warm, and full, and wet, he feels from his ex-lover’s cock. All he does is grip North’s shirt hard enough that more buttons begin to pop off, and he could push half of his shirt down North’s shoulders. Night’s hips are aching from the hard wood, but all he could focus on is the way North fucks him so good that he could feel it in his throat, feel the drag of skin against skin, feel his cock bulge against his lower abdomen.
He’s pretty sure he’s scratching North to the point of bleeding, but Night doesn’t give a flying fuck. North’s lips are parted, panting and grunting along his jaw as he licks and bites more marks whilst fucking into him. “P’North,” Night moans out, his brain pleasantly turned off. “P’North—please—ahngh—harder—f-fuck—hngh—keep going-ah, oh, mfgh—yes—yes—” every order he tells North is obliged easily by the man. He grips Night with the force of an animal, grinding his teeth hard as he slaps his hips into Night’s ass forcefully enough until the skin appears red.
There’s a knock on his office door that Night doesn’t realise at first, until a voice appears; “Khun Night, I just received the autopsy reports for the Samut Sakhon murder spree. Would you like to—”
Night, for the life of him, couldn’t understand a word his secretary was saying, not when North is fucking him into the table like this, pushing away more papers to lie him flat on his back before climbing onto the table to fuck Night harder. “North—hah—wait—my work—”
North silences his ex with a slap to his ass, yanking his legs up onto his shoulders and hammering into him once again. He pushes his fingers inside of Night’s mouth, keeping the moans muffled and almost silent, well aware that Night could scream out loud and alert everyone of their business. “Khun Night is busy,” North tells to the shadow of a guy that stands behind the door to Night’s office. “You can give him the report tomorrow,” he doesn’t stop thrusting at all, pushing his fingers deeper into Night’s mouth, relishing in the way he chokes and gags and drools over them.
“Oh, uh, but he told me to get it done by tonight, so—”
“Then leave it by his door. He’ll get it when he’s finished,” North cuts him off yet again, then removes his fingers from Night’s lips. He sits on his haunches, bringing Night with him, nestling on his lap as he fucks up into the tight hole. Night’s face is flushed and wet with tears. He looks so fucking beautiful like this that North leaks a little more than usual. “I wish they could all see you right now, baby,” North whispers as he pushes a hand through the sweat-soaked hair, away from Night’s face. “See how good I’m making you feel,”
“N-north—”
“Shh,” North hugs his ex-boyfriend tightly, slowing down his thrusts. “Don’t make too much noise,” he whispers. “Or I might just unlock that door and let everyone in your office watch you get railed by me,” at his words, Night comes for a second time, shaking and fucking himself on North’s cock as he strokes the lawyer through his orgasm. “You like that,” North points out with an awed realisation. “You liked it when people watch you? Like it when people see you get off on my cock? Huh?”
Night remains a blabbering mess, shaking his head, gripping onto North’s shoulders as he continues to chase his release; “Should I post those videos of you fucking yourself like a slut for everyone to see? You like, huh? Like that I watch you through my cameras. Like knowing that you can’t go anywhere without me. Like how I could watch every little show you put for me. You’re such a whore, nong. My whore. Only for my eyes. Only for me to see. My—ngh—oh, fuck—Night—mpfh—”
North comes with a soft cry, muffled into Night’s shoulder as he pets his head, circling his hips to milk out every drop of semen from North’s cock. They don’t speak much after that. North lies him down on his front with his legs hanging on the edge of the desk, spreading his cheeks apart just to watch the white liquid spurt and bubble out of Night’s clenching hole, down his balls, smearing onto the wooden table. North leans down to lick a wet stripe up his crease, tonguing at Night’s spent hole, tasting himself while Night moans weakly, gripping onto the edge of the desk. He turns Night onto his back just to spit his release into the lawyer’s mouth, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of him swallowing greedily.
They get dressed in silence, barely looking at each other until the shame is flushed out of Night’s system. He has his back turned to North when the latter prepares to leave. However, just before North takes his cue, he curls a hand around Night’s wrist, urging the man to look at him. When Night does, he watches the business man pull out a small pen drive before setting it on Night’s open palm.
“These are all the footages of you in the cameras I installed around your apartment,” North tells him. “You can either sue me for invading your privacy,” he begins. “Or leave the cameras there and give me a show. It’s your choice,” there’s a knowing smile dancing around his lips that makes Night want to punch him.
Instead, he scoffs, rolling his eyes and reaching forward, into the pocket of North’s coat to pull out his cigarette and lighter; “Do I look like a dumbass to you?” is what Night mumbles once he’s gotten at least three drags of smoke out, praying that the fire alarms are still not working in his old office. Night takes the pen drive in his palm and shoves it back into North’s coat. “I know you like the back of my hand,” he answers back, ignoring North’s surprised grin.
“I knew it,” North grabs him by the waist, their lips only centimetres apart as he inhales the smoke that leaves the lawyer’s lips. “I knew you’re more fucked up than I am,” he murmurs, stealing Night’s cigarette and popping it between his lips.
Night, still very much deep in his post-sex daze, merely hums as he watches his ex-boyfriend blow out puffs of smoke right into his face. “What would you have done..” Night whispers, fingers dancing across the material of North’s semen-stained shirt, plucking at the cloth. “If I actually brought guys to fuck back home?”
“But you didn’t,” North grins, blowing another puff of smoke directly into Night’s parted lips. “No one could fuck you as good as I do,”
Night doesn’t agree to that statement; he tsks, a dissatisfied frown on his face, “Answer my question,” he asks despite fully knowing what North would say. “What would you do if you saw another guy fucking me?”
North shrugs, sucking in one last puff of smoke before slipping the cigarette back between Night’s lips. He presses a kiss to Night’s forehead, then the mole over his cheek before exhaling more smoke into his lips. “Probably blow his head off,” North murmurs. “Chop his dick off and make him eat it,”
“Mm,” Night closes his eyes, the smell of sex, cigarettes and alcohol pungent in the air between them. He curls closer to his ex-lover; “I know,” the lawyer murmurs. He knows.