Fuck, Jayden was a horny little bastard.

Lucas eased off him - and out of him - slowly. In part to try and be gentle after so much roughness, but also because he felt all kinds of feeble and wasn't sure he wanted to try any sudden movements. He took a step back and paused to admire the view.

Jayden's upturned ass was a soft pink from his spanking, and Lucas' cum trickled out of him, staining his boxers dark and wet. His fingers were curled weakly, and his whole body heaved with each breath.

That was one well-fucked brat.

Lucas tucked himself back into his pants, but didn't bother with the zip, and he leaned over the couch by Jayden's side, half-mocking his pose. He grinned across at Jayden, who still looked too blissed-out to know what day of the week it was.

"Hey," he said.

Jayden's lips spread into a lazy grin. "You're hired," he mumbled.

"Yeah. Don't remind me. How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

"Mmm." Jayden's nod was so faint that Lucas barely caught it.

"Great. I'm gonna pull you up so I can untie you."

Jayden's complaint was half-assed and wordless, and Lucas ignored it. He straightened up and reached over to pull Jayden back from the couch, then helped him stand up straight once he had enough leverage. He stepped in so that Jayden could lean against him instead, and wrapped arms around him to unbuckle the belt around his wrists.

Jayden groaned softly as his arms fell loosely at his sides.

Lucas let the belt fall, and he slid his hands to Jayden's wrists, massaging them softly for a while as Jayden's breath began to come more slowly and steadily against his shoulder. It was important to make sure Jayden's circulation remained good, but also just to give him comfort and security.

It was hard for people to give up control. Harder still on them if the person they gave it to didn't treat it with the utmost respect. Once Jayden was himself again, he'd be the one in charge, and he needed to know that Lucas wouldn't challenge him, wouldn't take advantage of the way the power shifted between them just then.

Yet another reason never to fuck a client. If the client got weird about it after, if he started to feel like he'd been diminished somehow, then Lucas would be out on his ear, and since he worked for a private company he could well get fired, but God damnit Jayden was...

What? What was he, exactly?

He was like fire in the blood. A siren's song. He was the kind of guy who loved to be taken hard, but he was also smart and brave, nothing like Lucas had expected when he'd discovered who his client would be.

Jayden was everything Lucas loved, and all wrapped up in a single package.

He couldn't let himself get too attached. He had to cling to that. What they'd done, it was a mistake, and they shouldn't have, and right now wasn't the time to have that conversation, because even now they weren't fucking Jayden still fit against him so perfectly.

God fucking damnit.

Lucas was in serious trouble here.

Everything about Jayden was just right, from how eager he was to be used, to the way he cried out and clenched around Lucas' cock when his nipples were teased.

Fuck.

He sighed softly and leaned back. "Can you move your fingers?"

Jayden's eyelids fluttered open slowly, reluctantly, and he took a breath as his fingers flexed against Lucas'. "Yeah."

"Perfect. That's... perfect." Lucas tipped in again to place a soft kiss against Jayden's lips. "We're gonna need a wash."

Jayden laughed a little and he wriggled free of Lucas' grasp, then he twisted as he stepped back. At first, Lucas couldn't figure out what he was up to, but then Jayden ran his hands down over his own ass, and when he brought them back up they glistened lightly. He looked up at Lucas through lowered lashes, and ran his tongue along one finger.

Lucas shuddered, mesmerized by the sight.

"Now we need a wash," Jayden breathed as he wiped wet fingers across his own face like he was applying war paint.

Lucas' cock twitched slightly, and he let out a strangled growl. "You carry on like that," he muttered, "and we're not gonna make it to the bathroom."

"No?" Jayden backed away and pulled his pants up at last, letting out a little gasp as he trapped cooling wetness against his body. "Oh God," he moaned, "you're gonna have to fill me then put a plug in me so I can walk around full of your cum."

"Fuck," Lucas gasped. He pushed himself away from the couch and advanced on Jayden, but he didn't know what he intended to do when he got there. He wasn't ready to go again so soon, but it wouldn't be much longer if Jayden kept at him like this.

Jayden's fingers traced across his jaw. "Or do you wanna come on my face?" He backed away from Lucas, eyelashes fluttering as he moved. "Oh God, Lucas, I can feel you still. It's so good. I'm gonna need you to fuck me hard again soon. I don't know how much longer I can wait. You've gotta make me yours. Claim me. Put your hands on me, make me yours!"

He lengthened his stride until he was close enough, and then his hand lashed out and grabbed Jayden by the throat. He held fast, tight without choking, just firm enough to let Jayden know he had his attention.

Jayden shivered. "Oh, God, Lucas," he whispered. "I don't think I can get enough of you."

"Sooner or later you're gonna have to," Lucas murmured. "We can't go on like this, Jayden. I'm supposed to be protecting you, not fucking you. We're gonna have a full team here soon, working around the clock to keep you safe. They'll notice if we keep disappearing into your bedroom."

"So?" Jayden raised his hands to grip Lucas' wrist, but he didn't attempt to get Lucas to release him.

"So I could get fired."

Jayden pursed his lips and seemed to genuinely consider that problem, but then he gave an impish grin. "Okay. We can work that out. They don't have to be in the penthouse to do the job, do they?"

Lucas eyed him, then leaned in to kiss him. It was rough, demanding, and maybe just a little desperate, and Jayden whimpered against his mouth in a way that slipped around his heart and refused to let go.

"You're serious trouble," he muttered as he backed off and let go of Jayden's throat.

"The best kind there is," Jayden quipped as he turned on his heel.

Jayden's bathroom was as stupidly oversized as the rest of his suite, and he stripped off once he was inside it.

Lucas followed suit, and set his pants aside as a reminder to wash them off once he was done showering. Cum might be clear on dark material to begin with, but once it dried it left white stains that nobody could mistake for anything else. It would be massively problematic to walk out of him with it all over his crotch.

Damn his thing about fucking with clothes on, but he did like it. There was something urgent about it, the way they couldn't even wait until they were undressed to fuck like crazy, and if it meant a little inconvenience after the fact he was fine with that.

He was fine with the way Jayden looked at him with Lucas' hand around his throat, too.

Shit. He had to try and forget it so they could move on. Things had to get back to normal soon.

The shower was huge. Easily big enough for four people. Jayden opened the door and walked into it, then turned the water on and adjusted the heat slightly. With the door still open, he turned and placed his hands against the wall, then spread his legs, tipping his hips back so that Lucas could see his hole, his balls. Water began to run down the channel of his spine, and it trickled down between his cheeks.

Over his entrance.

Jayden turned his head so he could glance over his shoulder at Lucas. "You gonna join me?"

Lucas considered it. Jayden's invitation was tempting. The way the water danced around his ass then ran down his legs was hypnotic.

God, the guy couldn't really be ready for another fuck like the last, could he?

Jayden ran his hand down over his rump and eased a finger down to run small circles around his pink, puckered entrance, and then without warning he slipped it inside himself. Just the tip. Just enough to show how relaxed he was, how easy it would be to get inside him right now.

Lucas jerked forward into the shower and closed the door at his back. "Stand up straight," he barked.

Jayden did as he was told, and his finger popped free now that his back wasn't arched.

"Hands against the wall. Higher," he almost yelled as Jayden planted them straight ahead.

Jayden jerked his hands so high that it was a stretch to place his palms flat against the tiles.

Lucas lowered his hands to grip Jayden's ass cheeks, and he began to knead them slowly. His grip was strong, and he watched Jayden's shoulders to make sure he wasn't crossing the line.

Jayden hung his head with a weak groan as Lucas applied pressure to his slapped ass, and Lucas didn't feel the need to hurry himself along. It would be a while yet before he was ready to fuck Jayden again, and with Jayden's high state of arousal that just meant he had all the time in the world to torment the kid with.

He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, and his fingers shifted position slightly with each grip until his thumbs were in line with Jayden's crease, and he could begin to stroke down it, one thumb after the other, each brush bringing his thumbs closer and closer to Jayden's entrance.

And then around it.

Jayden's limbs trembled with strain. His legs were spread, his arms were as high as he could get them, and he raised his head and hung it back so that the water ran over his face.

Lucas rubbed and taunted Jayden's hole. He pressed at it and gently eased into it before pulling out again, and Jayden's whimpers and wordless pleas were exquisite things.

He eased his thumb in past the knuckle and shifted that hand off Jayden's ass so that it passed over his taint and cupped his balls. He pressed deeper, until he felt that tight ball of flesh, and he ran his thumb over it while he looped his other arm around Jayden and took his cock in hand.

"Oh, shit," Jayden whined.

He held Jayden's cock firmly, his own hand steady and unmoving, while his thumb turned merciless against Jayden's prostate.

Jayden's throat bobbed, an arch in the air from his head thrown back so far. He gasped and panted, spitting water from his mouth whenever the shower got to be too much for him.

Lucas' cock throbbed. It pulsed, growing hard again, so he withdrew his thumb and buried it in Jayden's eager, waiting asshole.

"Fuck!" Jayden's fingers curled against the tile, claw-like, but to his credit he managed to keep his arms up.

Now that he had a hand free, Lucas slipped it up Jayden's chest and gripped his throat again, then pounded for all he was worth.

"Oh! Oh! Uhhmmm! Fuck! Fuck!" Jayden's stream of gasps and curses were weak and needy. He tried to buck, but Lucas held him tight as any leather could, and that just seemed to push him closer to another orgasm.

Lucas could feel it already, the little ripples around his cock, the beautiful tension in Jayden's body as he thrust hard and fast. His insides fit Lucas' cock like a glove, and he began to jerk his hand along Jayden's shaft.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Jayden howled as he shook with his orgasm, and his ass was like a vise around Lucas.

It was enough to tip him over the edge himself, and he buried himself deep as his cock jerked and filled Jayden's ass a second time.

Jayden's arms collapsed, and he leaned against his elbows, face pressed to the wall.

Lucas bent over him, relaxing his grip, gasping for breath as his cock slowly softened itself free of Jayden's ass.

They rested there a while, hot water cascading over them both, until Lucas found it within himself to speak.

"There," he rumbled. "Are you happy now?"

Jayden gave a feeble laugh. "Oh yeah."

"You fucking better be."

For a while, at least.