“Fuck, Tyler, you’re taking it so well,” Matthew murmured, his voice low and gravelly, the words dripping with approval as he pressed deeper, his hips moving with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender. Tyler’s breath hitched, his body trembling beneath Matthew’s weight, his fingers digging into the sheets as he arched his back, his voice breaking into a long, guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.
“M-Matthew… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…” Tyler stammered, his words trembling like the rest of him, his voice barely above a whisper. His thighs quivered, his body slick with sweat, his mind a blur of sensation and surrender. Matthew’s hands gripped his hips tighter, anchoring him, guiding him through the storm of pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm him.
“You can,” Matthew growled, his voice steady, commanding, a stark contrast to Tyler’s wrecked state. “You’re mine, Tyler. You can take it. And you will.”
And Tyler did. Because Matthew had a way of pushing him, of pulling him into depths he didn’t know existed, of revealing parts of himself he’d never dared to explore. Matthew was his muse, his guide, his secret—something Tyler never thought he’d allow himself to have. But here they were, tangled in sheets, sweat-slicked and breathless, and Tyler wouldn’t have it any other way.
---
It had started months ago, in the quiet corners of their shared office floor. Tyler had always admired Matthew from afar—his confidence, his charm, the way he carried himself with an ease that Tyler could only dream of. But Tyler was careful. He was on the down low, his desires tucked away, hidden behind layers of caution and fear. He couldn’t risk it. Not even for someone like Matthew.
But Matthew had a way of seeing through him.
It was a late night at the office, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzzed louder than the silence, and the air felt heavy with the weight of unfinished work. Tyler was hunched over his desk, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up, his mind racing with numbers and deadlines. He didn’t hear Matthew approach until he felt the warmth of his presence behind him.
“Still here, Tyler?” Matthew’s voice was smooth, almost teasing, and Tyler froze, his pen slipping from his fingers.
“Yeah,” Tyler said, his voice a little too high, a little too strained. “Just trying to finish this report.”
Matthew leaned against the edge of Tyler’s desk, his arms crossed, his gaze lingering on Tyler’s face. “You’re always working so hard. You ever take a break?”
Tyler shrugged, his heart pounding in his chest. “Not really. It’s… important to me.”
Matthew studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Tyler’s cheek. Tyler flinched, his breath catching in his throat, his entire body going still.
“You’re tense,” Matthew said softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Tyler’s jaw. “You need to relax.”
Tyler swallowed hard, his mind racing. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. But Matthew’s touch was real, his presence undeniable, and Tyler felt something inside him crack.
“I…” Tyler started, but the words stuck in his throat. Matthew’s hand moved to the back of his neck, his fingers massaging the tight muscles there, and Tyler let out a soft, involuntary moan.
“That’s it,” Matthew murmured, his voice low, his breath warm against Tyler’s ear. “Let go, Tyler. Just let go.”
And Tyler did. He let Matthew’s touch unravel him, let his hands wander, let his lips press against his neck in a way that sent shivers down his spine. It was the first time Tyler had allowed himself to feel, to want, to need, and it terrified him. But it also exhilarated him.
---
Now, months later, Tyler was no longer afraid. At least, not in the same way. Matthew had shown him things about himself he’d never known—his capacity for pleasure, his ability to surrender, his desire to be owned. And tonight, Matthew was taking him to a new edge, one that left Tyler gasping, his body writhing, his mind spinning.
Matthew pulled out slowly, his grip on Tyler’s hips tightening as he flipped him onto his back. Tyler’s legs instinctively wrapped around Matthew’s waist, pulling him closer, and Matthew leaned down, his lips brushing against Tyler’s ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Matthew whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Completely undone. Mine.”
Tyler’s breath hitched, his hands trembling as they reached up to grip Matthew’s shoulders. “Yours,” he whispered back, the word shaky but sincere.
Matthew didn’t waste another moment. He pushed back in, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one drawing another broken moan from Tyler’s lips. Tyler’s fingers dug into Matthew’s skin, his body arching off the bed, his mind consumed by the sheer intensity of it all.
“That’s it,” Matthew growled, his pace increasing, his grip on Tyler’s hips bruising. “Take it, Tyler. Take it all.”
Tyler’s vision blurred, his body trembling on the edge of release, his moans growing louder, more desperate. He was close—so close—and Matthew knew it. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Tyler’s as he spoke, his voice a low, commanding whisper.
“Come for me, Tyler. Now.”
And Tyler did. His body convulsed, his back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his moans echoing through the room. Matthew didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless, drawing out Tyler’s orgasm until he was gasping, his body limp, his mind hazy.
Matthew followed soon after, his release spilling into Tyler as his body shuddered, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling, the air thick with the scent of sweat and satisfaction.
Then Matthew pulled back, his hands gentle as they brushed against Tyler’s skin, his lips pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice warm, almost affectionate.
Tyler’s heart swelled at the words, his chest aching with something he couldn’t quite name. He wanted to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he reached up, his fingers brushing against Matthew’s cheek, his touch tentative, almost shy.
Matthew smiled, his hand covering Tyler’s, his thumb brushing against his knuckles. “Get some rest,” he said softly. “We’re not done yet.”
“M-Matthew… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…” Tyler stammered, his words trembling like the rest of him, his voice barely above a whisper. His thighs quivered, his body slick with sweat, his mind a blur of sensation and surrender. Matthew’s hands gripped his hips tighter, anchoring him, guiding him through the storm of pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm him.
“You can,” Matthew growled, his voice steady, commanding, a stark contrast to Tyler’s wrecked state. “You’re mine, Tyler. You can take it. And you will.”
And Tyler did. Because Matthew had a way of pushing him, of pulling him into depths he didn’t know existed, of revealing parts of himself he’d never dared to explore. Matthew was his muse, his guide, his secret—something Tyler never thought he’d allow himself to have. But here they were, tangled in sheets, sweat-slicked and breathless, and Tyler wouldn’t have it any other way.
---
It had started months ago, in the quiet corners of their shared office floor. Tyler had always admired Matthew from afar—his confidence, his charm, the way he carried himself with an ease that Tyler could only dream of. But Tyler was careful. He was on the down low, his desires tucked away, hidden behind layers of caution and fear. He couldn’t risk it. Not even for someone like Matthew.
But Matthew had a way of seeing through him.
It was a late night at the office, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzzed louder than the silence, and the air felt heavy with the weight of unfinished work. Tyler was hunched over his desk, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up, his mind racing with numbers and deadlines. He didn’t hear Matthew approach until he felt the warmth of his presence behind him.
“Still here, Tyler?” Matthew’s voice was smooth, almost teasing, and Tyler froze, his pen slipping from his fingers.
“Yeah,” Tyler said, his voice a little too high, a little too strained. “Just trying to finish this report.”
Matthew leaned against the edge of Tyler’s desk, his arms crossed, his gaze lingering on Tyler’s face. “You’re always working so hard. You ever take a break?”
Tyler shrugged, his heart pounding in his chest. “Not really. It’s… important to me.”
Matthew studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Tyler’s cheek. Tyler flinched, his breath catching in his throat, his entire body going still.
“You’re tense,” Matthew said softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Tyler’s jaw. “You need to relax.”
Tyler swallowed hard, his mind racing. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. But Matthew’s touch was real, his presence undeniable, and Tyler felt something inside him crack.
“I…” Tyler started, but the words stuck in his throat. Matthew’s hand moved to the back of his neck, his fingers massaging the tight muscles there, and Tyler let out a soft, involuntary moan.
“That’s it,” Matthew murmured, his voice low, his breath warm against Tyler’s ear. “Let go, Tyler. Just let go.”
And Tyler did. He let Matthew’s touch unravel him, let his hands wander, let his lips press against his neck in a way that sent shivers down his spine. It was the first time Tyler had allowed himself to feel, to want, to need, and it terrified him. But it also exhilarated him.
---
Now, months later, Tyler was no longer afraid. At least, not in the same way. Matthew had shown him things about himself he’d never known—his capacity for pleasure, his ability to surrender, his desire to be owned. And tonight, Matthew was taking him to a new edge, one that left Tyler gasping, his body writhing, his mind spinning.
Matthew pulled out slowly, his grip on Tyler’s hips tightening as he flipped him onto his back. Tyler’s legs instinctively wrapped around Matthew’s waist, pulling him closer, and Matthew leaned down, his lips brushing against Tyler’s ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Matthew whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Completely undone. Mine.”
Tyler’s breath hitched, his hands trembling as they reached up to grip Matthew’s shoulders. “Yours,” he whispered back, the word shaky but sincere.
Matthew didn’t waste another moment. He pushed back in, his thrusts deep and deliberate, each one drawing another broken moan from Tyler’s lips. Tyler’s fingers dug into Matthew’s skin, his body arching off the bed, his mind consumed by the sheer intensity of it all.
“That’s it,” Matthew growled, his pace increasing, his grip on Tyler’s hips bruising. “Take it, Tyler. Take it all.”
Tyler’s vision blurred, his body trembling on the edge of release, his moans growing louder, more desperate. He was close—so close—and Matthew knew it. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Tyler’s as he spoke, his voice a low, commanding whisper.
“Come for me, Tyler. Now.”
And Tyler did. His body convulsed, his back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his moans echoing through the room. Matthew didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless, drawing out Tyler’s orgasm until he was gasping, his body limp, his mind hazy.
Matthew followed soon after, his release spilling into Tyler as his body shuddered, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling, the air thick with the scent of sweat and satisfaction.
Then Matthew pulled back, his hands gentle as they brushed against Tyler’s skin, his lips pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice warm, almost affectionate.
Tyler’s heart swelled at the words, his chest aching with something he couldn’t quite name. He wanted to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he reached up, his fingers brushing against Matthew’s cheek, his touch tentative, almost shy.
Matthew smiled, his hand covering Tyler’s, his thumb brushing against his knuckles. “Get some rest,” he said softly. “We’re not done yet.”
