"As long as I want you alone," he said, turning his head to lightly bit the side of Arthur's neck as he undid the fly on his trousers. "Then that's all we need," he whispered. "Just the two of us, this room and you clawing at that very polished surface of the desk," he said, loving the idea of it enough he rolled his hips, grinding himself against Arthur's ass.

He let him turn around, pushing his hand down past his trousers to stroke him through his underpants.