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Aug. 13th, 2014
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justalittlecrushWho: Michael Davison and Paris Hart
What: "God, I'm running out of words but you know what I mean..."
Where: Paris' office, FABULOUS Headquarters
When: Late Wednesday morning
It was about 40 minutes ago that Paris had hung up the phone to a designer who was having an eight page spread in the magazine the following month and had that look in his eye when he called Michael through for a 'briefing'. The amount of 'briefing' meetings he and Paris had these days had tripled on those actual meetings they had before they were dating. Of course, this meeting had nothing to do with briefing or schedules or random ideas Paris wanted followed up on and everything to do with Michael fucking him hard and fast against the window of his high-rise office with views of Manhattan sprawling in front of them. Paris loved the thrill of fucking in front of a window and knowing that, with the tinted windows, no one could see what they were doing.
Michael was breathless, panting as he tried to catch his breath, after they both came in unison, Michael's fingers laced in with Paris' against the cool glass and his other hand loosening its grip on Paris' cock after he had been stroking him in time with his thrusts to ensure they came at the same time. Paris turned his head towards Michael with a smirk and their lips met in a lingering, delicious post-coital kiss. "You know the part I hate about this? No after sex cuddling."
What: "God, I'm running out of words but you know what I mean..."
Where: Paris' office, FABULOUS Headquarters
When: Late Wednesday morning
It was about 40 minutes ago that Paris had hung up the phone to a designer who was having an eight page spread in the magazine the following month and had that look in his eye when he called Michael through for a 'briefing'. The amount of 'briefing' meetings he and Paris had these days had tripled on those actual meetings they had before they were dating. Of course, this meeting had nothing to do with briefing or schedules or random ideas Paris wanted followed up on and everything to do with Michael fucking him hard and fast against the window of his high-rise office with views of Manhattan sprawling in front of them. Paris loved the thrill of fucking in front of a window and knowing that, with the tinted windows, no one could see what they were doing.
Michael was breathless, panting as he tried to catch his breath, after they both came in unison, Michael's fingers laced in with Paris' against the cool glass and his other hand loosening its grip on Paris' cock after he had been stroking him in time with his thrusts to ensure they came at the same time. Paris turned his head towards Michael with a smirk and their lips met in a lingering, delicious post-coital kiss. "You know the part I hate about this? No after sex cuddling."