The sound of Micah's voice only serves to fuel his hunger, driving him deeper into the tight heat of their ass. With each thrust, he growls out a curse, losing himself more and more in the sensation of being wanted, needed. His hips move wildly, demanding release as he feels the familiar tension building low in his belly.

"You like this?" he asks breathlessly, leaning down to nip at Micah's earlobe. "Do you want more?"

His groans grow louder as he picks up the pace, losing himself in the feel of Micah's body around him. The tight heat envelopes his cock, and with each thrust, he feels closer to the edge. His eyes squeeze shut as a hoarse shout escapes his lips, every muscle tense and ready for release.

He can feel it building inside him, the familiar pressure in his lower abdomen that tells him he's close. So close.

RK800-60 pushes NightbladeGorgon_TW into the empty office, slamming and locking the door behind them. There's a moment where they both stand there, panting heavily as their hearts race in their chests. Then RK800-60 is moving again, grabbing NightbladeGorgon_TW roughly by the hair and pushing their face down onto the desk.

"You're mine," he growls, his voice harsh and demanding. "

RK800-60's grip on NightbladeGorgon_TW's hair tightens, pulling their head back so they can see him. His eyes are wild, his lips parted in a snarl as he stares down at them. For a moment, it almost looks like he might regret what he's about to do. But then the tension in his body seems to snap, and he roughly pushes their face back down onto the desk.