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The door to Sion's private home office clicked shut behind them. Aiden barely had time to glance around before he felt Sion's arms wrap firmly around his waist, lifting him off the ground and placing him onto the long desk.
Sion leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "Where's the file I told you to finish?"
Aiden tilted his head, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "Oops. I might've… forgotten."
Sion's eyes darkened with heat and mock annoyance. "Then I guess you need a punishment. Something memorable to help with your… forgetfulness."
Without waiting, he unbuckled his belt with a slow pull, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Aiden raised an eyebrow, amused and intrigued. "What if I want your punishment?"
Sion didn't hesitate. He looped the belt gently around Aiden's wrists, securing them together—not too tight, just enough to send a shiver of anticipation down Aiden's spine. "Then you're in luck," he murmured.
With skilled fingers, Sion unbuttoned Aiden's shirt, watching the fabric slide off his shoulders, exposing the warm skin underneath. Aiden's breath caught as Sion's own shirt joined it on the floor. Then they kissed—hard, demanding, Sion nearly devouring Aiden's lips in a frenzy of need.
The kiss deepened, dragged out over long, breathless moments. Their bodies pressed against each other, skin meeting skin in desperate contact. Sion's hands traced Aiden's ribs, then his hips, before lifting him and placing him back against the desk.
The room filled with low moans and the sound of mouths moving over flushed skin. Sion's lips traveled down Aiden's collarbone, then lower still. He knelt on the ground, reverently kissing Aiden's ankles, his calves, slowly making his way to his thighs.
Then—
Aiden flinched and gave a sharp little kick.
Sion fell back slightly, stunned. "Did you just kick me?"
Aiden burst out laughing, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with mischief. "I'm sorry! It tickled—I wasn't ready for that!"
Sion squinted at him in mock betrayal. "I was trying to be romantic."
"You were being ticklish," Aiden said, still giggling. "But I'm ready now. I promise. Come back."
With a shake of his head, Sion stood and leaned back over him. "You're impossible."
"And you're addicted," Aiden whispered.
What followed was a night of tangled limbs, breathless kisses, and pleasure drawn out until they forgot the time entirely. Sion made good on his promise—not letting Aiden sleep, worshipping every inch of him, again and again.
By 5 a.m., Aiden was dazed, his legs trembling, chest rising and falling with exhaustion. But Sion? Still hungry, still clinging to him like he couldn't get enough.
It wasn't until the sun began to peek over the skyline that they finally slowed. Sion carried Aiden, now too tired to even tease, to the bathroom. They washed up in silence, both sore, satisfied, and just a little smug.
Wrapped in towels, they collapsed into the bed.
This time, Sion didn't reach for more. He simply held Aiden close, their breaths syncing.
At last, they drifted into sleep, tangled together in warmth, heat, and something dangerously close to love.
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