"I'm not supposed to be here,"

"And yet, here you are."

"What if he finds out?"

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~Ian~

I adjusted my silk tie a little better on my neck, my eyes on myself through the mirror. I wore a black suit and a light blue shirt with one hand in my pants' pocket while the other still fiddled around with the tie. My hair was gelled perfectly to make me look like a businessman tonight. It was a very important conference where I had the opportunity to advertise my brand to many hot-shots in the industry.

I was nervous for a while when I sat at one of the round tables, discussing market with a friend and a few other men I had just been introduced to, but then my eyes landed on a man sitting by himself few tables down. He was wearing a suit similar to mine but his shirt was a light peach minus the tie. His hair was neatly combed without the gel, making him look a little younger than he probably was. There was a glass of champagne he was bringing to his lips every now and then as he glanced down at his wrist-watch. He was most likely waiting for somebody. 

I noticed the way his lips puckered when he sipped his drink, how they gleamed with the wetness that he didn't care to wipe or lick away. He was looking around carelessly, his eyes changing directions often, trying to find interest in something in this place that he definitely did not belong to. He was here with somebody who had deserted him right in the beginning. Poor guy.

I kept staring at the beauty who was unaware of my eyes preying on his innocent form. He looked so pure, away from any cruelty that exists in any man, that I suddenly felt like a beast.

But I didn't care. I wanted him.

"Excuse me, gentlemen." I said with a smile as I stood up from the table, earning nods and smiles back. I walked away, into his direction. 

I took out my pen from the breast pocket of my suit and took hold of a napkin from an empty table. I scribbled on my way to him. His body zoomed up as I closed in. He had his back to me and his head was tilted leftwards.

I stopped right behind him, keeping my pen back and folding the napkin neatly with my writing at the top.

I bent down to his ear level, catching him by surprise.

"Hey," I breathed softly into his ear, watching him shiver with the proximity as I kept the napkin in front of him at the table. With my frame looming over him and his eyes watching my face with confusion, I brushed my hand slightly over his shoulder and walked away.

And now I was here in the men's room, watching myself develop a scenario in my head while a countdown ran in the background of my thoughts.

Down to one more minute.

The door opened and in he barged.

"You!" He exclaimed and I watched through the mirror as he walked over to me. I turned around to face him with no expression to let on.

"You wrote this?" He asked arrogantly, waving the napkin in my face with my words written over it.

I re-read my words and smirked, slipping both of my hands into the pockets. He looked at me angrily and then threw the napkin on the washbasin counter.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, making me raise my brows. I took a step closer to him, his face going from mad to nervous. He looked up into my eyes as I stood invading his personal space. His chest rose and fell from the heavy breaths. I pulled a hand out of my pocket and tweaked his cheek with a chuckle. 

His jaw hit the ground.

"What the-"

"I saw you there, sitting alone. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He shot back, crossing his arms over his chest and placing a barrier between us.

"I'm here to pitch in my company, and you are...?" I asked with amusement, smiling at his cute form.

"With my husband." He said, smirking back at me, enjoying as I raised my brows again.

"And he would be very glad to see what you're trying to do here." He added, glancing over to the discarded napkin.

"I'm just trying to give you a good time in the absence of your oh so dear husband who chose to abandon you here." I said, stepping closer till my chest touched his crossed arms. His mouth opened slightly but no words came out. He continued to stare into my eyes and then to my chest which was incredibly close to him. His arms uncrossed themselves and his palms rested on my chest in preparation to push me away.

But the push never came.

I dipped my head and gave a long peck on the lower lip of his open mouth. His hands shivered on my chest before they clutched onto my collar tightly. He pressed his lips back against mine, returning the kiss. I smirked as I went deeper into his mouth, my tongue diving in and causing him to moan. I knew I'd have him.

My back hit the counter as he leaned into me. His hands were now wrapped around my neck and mine around his waist. I was lost in the wetness of his mouth and there seemed no end to the kissing until he pulled away breathlessly.

"I'm not supposed to be here," he said with his eyes showing fear, dilemma and lust. Our bodies - still entangled together- were now radiating off heat.

"And yet, here you are." I replied, licking my lips and smiling at him.

"What if he finds out?" He asked timidly, batting his eyelashes. 

"I'd deal with it." I said, flipping us around and hoisting him up onto the counter-top.

He gasped when he felt the ground disappear from underneath and then bit his lip as I spread his legs and stood in between. His fingers found their way into my hair and he looked at me with pure lust and nothing else. I loved that look.

I bit his lower lip and pulled, making him gasp again with pain. My hands pressed harder down his waist, groping and caressing turn by turn. I felt his breath and moans on my face, turning me harder each second.

He pulled at the lapel of my suit, hinting me to shrug it off and I did so immediately, placing it beside him without breaking the kiss. He took only little time to take off his and I joined later, unbuttoning his shirt hastily. None of us wanted to lose any little of the time we had. I had to get back to the conference and this guy probably had to go back to his husband.

"Let's get into a cubicle before somebody comes." He mumbled against my lips before pushing me back and jumping off the counter.

My eyes were still hooded and my mouth loosely open as I nodded and took his hand, pulling him into the nearest cubicle, leaving our jackets outside. I slammed the door shut and bolted it quickly, backing him against it and going back to his lips. I took hold of his wrists and placed them above his head. As we stood pressed against each other, the height difference got me to bend my neck uncomfortably downwards as I sucked onto his soft lip with my hands cupping his face.

"Fuck me already," He said, half-breathless, half-moaning and I had to pull away from him at that request. He looked up at me with his lips glistening with my saliva and his cheeks bright pink.

"Say that again," I demanded, going down on my knees and removing his belt. He stayed there obediently with his hands still held above and his head tipped back in pleasure.

"Please fuck me," he added, moaning a little more than before. I tried not to shiver as I unbuttoned his pants along with his black coloured briefs.

"Not enough," I coaxed, eyeing up his erect cock before giving it a feathery little kiss. His hands dropped down and caught fistfuls of my hair as he bit his lip and groaned.

"I want you inside, please," he almost cried. I smirked as I licked a strip up his length, holding his calves in place while his knees threatened to wobble.

"Do better." I said against his cock, sending vibrations along. 

"Please, I want nothing more than your cock inside my hole. Fuck me please, I'll do anything you want," he whined, clutching my hair tighter.

"I'll remember that." I said before I stood up and in one movement, turned him around so he had his bare chest against the door.

His loose shirt curtained half of his ass so I pulled it off and carefully hung it over the cubicle door. He stood naked in front of me with his pants and underwear pooled around his feet and his hands against the door, inviting me to enter him and fuck him till he saw stars.

I took a step back and ran my eyes over his bare flesh that was making me impossibly hard. I pulled my belt off and unbuttoned my pants, pulling my cock out of my briefs. I wasn't going to take my clothes off. I was going to fuck him just like that, hard and dirty.

"Are you ready?" I asked, pressing myself back against him. He nodded absently, waiting with his lip between his teeth. 

I pushed inside, exhaling the breath I didn't know that I had caught. He gasped before letting out a loud groan of pain. I maintained a rhythm as I fucked him slowly, willing to torture him with the wait. He pulled my head to his shoulder by a hand so that we were cheek to cheek. His nails scrapped against the door, trying to grip onto something while I had my hands wrapped securely around his waist as both of us swung back and forth with my cock.

"Harder, please!" He whined, dropping his head back onto my shoulder. I slowed down further to torment him, biting back a grin, even though it took me all that it could to not devour him whole right that moment.

"I can't take it, please!" He cried, closing his eyes as he started to buck his ass against my cock, trying to fuck himself.

"And why should I pleasure you?" I asked against his ear before kissing down his neck and increasing my pace just a tad bit.

"Bec-because you asked me to come here yourself, you wa- ahh! Fuck!" 

He stopped speaking and began moaning as I drove all the way inside, twitching his nipples.

"Yes! Just. Right. There!" He whimpered aloud as I hit a spot and continued hitting it in further movements.

"Oh God, I'll- I'll cum, please don't stop fucking me. Just like that, please don't stop- ahh!" He whimpered.

I did not bother to stroke him because I did not want him to finish off so soon. I wanted to hear some more of those delicious pleas that were driving me wild. I wanted to go all animal on him till the whole conference area outside heard him screaming.

My cock drilled into him nonstop as his ass reddened with the imprints of my fingers. Sweat covered his skin and even I felt awfully caged in my clothes. But I didn't stop.

"Please touch me...Please touch my cock," He begged as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

I felt my orgasm building as he continued to cry and plead, his tight ass doing magic around my cock. I wanted this moment to go on forever. I did not want to cum just yet.

"I'll die if you don't let me cum right now," he cried dramatically, "pleeaase pleeaase!"

I knew I was going to unload inside him any moment now so I finally gave in and held his cock. I stroked it along with my shoves, harder with every second. He moaned and cried as I groaned along, faster and faster.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed one last time as I came inside him and he right after, onto the door.

I stood there leaning my forehead against the back of his head, catching my long lost breath. His body throbbed against mine as we stayed in that position for a while.

"Wow." He whispered before turning to me with a lazy smile. I smiled back and pecked his nose.

"We should get back now, your friends must be waiting." He said, contradicting himself by throwing his arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. 

"Mhmm," I hummed, holding him close.

A few seconds passed that way.

"Okay, I think we really should go." I said pulling away. He pouted as I buttoned myself up and then bent down to pull up his pants. Then I grabbed his shirt from the door and handed it to him to wear while I went out of the cubicle to put on my jacket.  He came out after a while too and we stood in front of the mirror together, tidying up.

"Here," he said, turning to me and fixing my tie. 

"Thanks, love." I said and pecked his cheek when he was done. I took hold of his hand and we went outside, entwining fingers on the way.

A friend spotted us and waved us over to a table where some people were already seated and chit-chatting.

"What about that stupid husband of yours though?" I said, playfully nudging his shoulder.

He chuckled.

"Oh, he'll never find out." He winked before returning the napkin to me on which— in capital— was written,

'Find me if you love me, Noah Lutyens.'

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A/N: Hi folks! It's Noah and Ian again. I swear I'll never get tired of writing about them and will continue to publish till you get tired of reading about them haha.

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