Craig takes a deep breath in front of Tyler's door, refusing to admit he's squirming in his heels. He opens the door without knocking and walks into the office, shutting the door behind him. There's Tyler's desk against the back wall, a couch on the left wall, and paintings strewn on the right. Craig closes the door behind him, walking towards the two chairs in front of Tyler's desk. Tyler lounges in his giant chair, but he doesn't open his mouth yet. Craig gulps and steps onto the carpet, his heels wobbling in protest, before he sits.

"What now?" He asks, resisting the urge to be good and get on the boss's good side. No way is he letting Lui be right, sure the boss is hot but it's unprofessional, right? Tyler shoots him a glare and Craig gives him some leeway, adding a quick, "Sir."

"You've started too many fights, Thompson. I have half the mind to fire you, but you're the best worker." Tyler snaps, leaning over his desk. "I'll make you a deal, alright?" He purposes, softer then before.

Craig involuntarily shivers, there's only two ways for this to go. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm and collected. Tyler's lips quirk in a smirk and Craig wants to snap for being beaten at his own game, but at least he isn't being fired. Tyler licks his lips and looks Craig up and down as he chooses his words, then Craig knows what's about to happen.

"I'm sure you've heard of this happening all over the place. You're troublesome, you're loud, and you make problems that shouldn't even be there. So, to keep you in check, I'll make you mine." Tyler grins. Craig thinks it's just a subtle way of telling him they should fuck, and while he isn't protesting, he'd wish Tyler hadn't turned it into a business deal. Then again, it's Tyler, right? "You'll be paid more, and you'll sleep in my estate and with me. Pick yes or no Thompson."

Craig desperately wants to say yes, because not only is his boss offering him sex and a raise, saying no would either get him crappy hours or no hours at all. Craig smirks, leaning back in his chair. "You let me help with the murder. No getting mad at me for helping the detective. If so, I'm all for it." He negotiates.

Tyler rolls his eyes, sighing. "Fine."

Craig smirks and stands up, walking around the desk and dropping himself into Tyler's lap. "I'm glad we have a deal, sir."

Tyler's hand were everywhere the second Craig was in his lap. In his panties, under the lace, through his hair. Craig tilted his head back as an offering and Tyler gladly marked surprisingly unmarked skin. Craig kneeled on either side of Tyler's lap, pressing against him and stealing a long, heavy kiss.

"Sir?" Craig asks rather innocently for the situation, showing off doe eyes and a shy smile.

Tyler chuckles, unzipping his fly and grabbing Craig's ass. Craig bites his lip and smiles again, treading through dangerous waters that only makes it more fun. He pulls Tyler's erection out of his pants, doubting it would fit without stretching and right now neither of them have the patientence. So Craig offers a smirk and a wink. "Can I?"

Tyler chuckles, leaning back. "Please, surprise me" He teases, watching Craig's face tint a light pink.

Craig slips onto the floor in between Tyler's legs and 'gets to work', his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. Tyler smirks down at Craig, who blushes. No, confidence is key, why is he letting a little staring fuck him up?

Craig nearly grits his teeth, instead opening his mouth and swallowing down as much as Tyler as he can. It's hard, though, and his jaw aches. Craig squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself down further, Tyler growling and grabbing his hair. Craig pulls off with a small gasp, licking the spit off his lips before sucking on the tip of Tyler's dick.

"Holy fuck~" Tyler growls, pushing Craig back down onto his cock. Craig feels his eyes roll into the back of his head and drool dripping down his chin, though he doesn't mind. Tyler gasps breathlessly, "So good, goddamnit."

Tyler grunts, bucking his hips into the wet heat. Craig gags in return and pulls off, getting his breath back before taking Tyler back into his mouth. Nearly the same pattern repeats, over and over, Tyler slowly losing his mind and Craig slowly working faster to make Tyler cum. One of Tyler's hands is clasped around the back of Craig's head, the other lost in his hair, now controlling his pace. Tyler doesn't let up, fucking Craig's face and quickly coming undone as tears run down Craig's face.

Tyler hisses through his teeth, cumming all over Craig's face messily. Craig pants, sitting back on his heels and stretching his jaw back and forth.

"Holy fuck" Tyler laughs, retrieving a tissue box from his desk and handing it to Craig. "Good work, Thompson."

Craig cleans himself off and stands up, smirking. "So, when are you taking me home?"