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[Part of the problem with being a financial advisor, Ali realized, was that it meant he had to work. And it wasn't even the fun kinds of 'work' like stacking coins and sorting them by the quality of their gold or silver, oh no. The king had made it quite clear that any coin-counting was to be done only when requested, or outside of working hours. No, Ali had to do things like read and fill out paperwork, or run analytics on tax revenue and what kind of surplus or expenditures there were in the quarter. Or, at the very least, he had to assign all of that work to one of his several secretaries. After all, he at to at least keep up the appearances of being a financial advisor, and over the last few decades he had gotten pretty good at that. It wasn't impossible, but it also wasn't nearly as fun as counting coins.

Of course, he would get odd looks if he just sat around counting coins all day. To anyone else looking in, they did not see the fearsome dragon Aligrezoph, guardian of the kingdom's treasury. They saw Ali, a normal- albeit quirky- man who kept a very small social circle in the finance department and spent most of his days trying to keep expenditures to a minimum while saving up as much as he could. All for the kingdom's benefit, of course. It totally wasn't so there would be an even bigger pile of coins for Ali to count on his breaks.

Indeed, most who looked at Ali would just see an average-looking man. shoulder-length black hair tied back with a black ribbon, piercing blue eyes, a perpetual frown stuck on his face in most situations. A lean body that was more built for flexibility and speed than strength, and a very simple style of dress in neutral colors. He looked every bit like a stuffy accountant, though Ali would argue that he wasn't really THAT stuffy. He was just comfortable with the form!

He also would not talk about his other form under any circumstances.

On that day, Ali had an armful of expense reports with him. There was to be a meeting, and he had stayed up all night with two of his secretaries preparing these reports. With the midsummer festival coming up, the festivities had to be decided upon and paid for. And, as usual, Ali wanted to keep the expenses as low as possible. For the good of the kingdom, of course. Ultimately his team had prepared a few possible expense reports, with varying amounts spent on decorations, hiring out staff, and paying guards for keeping the peace. Any one of his plans would be acceptable, but Ali was sure that someone would complain. There was always someone who complained and called him a 'coin-pinching cheapskate', but those complaints had picked up more in recent years. Already Ali was annoyed just from the thought of the argument that would happen that day when he butted heads with a certain other advisor. Sparks would fly as usual, and these weren't the good kind of sparks.

But Ali was willing to give it a chance. As people arrived at the meeting- a meeting between the king and his dozen or so advisors in the various ways of running the kingdom- Ali worked to lay out one set of expense reports at each desk. It was only two pages of paper per table spot, so hopefully everyone liked to read!

Of course, when Ali passed a certain advisor, he had to fight the urge to make a snide comment. Instead, he just held out the two-page document to him, trying not to show too much contempt when he spoke.]

Do take care of those papers, will you? My staff stayed up all night finishing them.

[He was a dragon in hiding, not a snake in hiding, but his words still had bite to them.]

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[If Ali's mind wasn't in a lusty haze, he might have taken a sense of pride in getting that reaction out of Concord. Something about having the other man at his mercy when it comes to pleasure is actually really hot to him. But he's past the point of being smug right now, too focused on Concord and how every little reaction the unicorn gives him shoots white-hot pleasure right to his dick.

He takes that encouragement as a sign that he's doing something right though, and he slams into Concord at that same angle, over and over again. He's so close to his own orgasm that his fingers are trembling against Concord's thighs, but he's trying to last just a little bit longer. He wants to fill Concord up and give him everything he could possibly want. Sweat trails down his skin, dampening his hair and making him shine under the lamplight. But even with how hot he feels, he keeps going.]

Soon- come on-

[He tries to urge Concord on, but after a few more thrusts he finds himself spilling over inside of Concord, burying himself deep with one last thrust as his cock twitches and shoots its hot load deep within Concord.]

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[Even when they're fucked around before this, Concord hasn't seen such physicality from Ali before. He's usually sat at a desk or simply walking from place to place. He's never exerting himself in a way a soldier might. It's dashingly attractive, the effort Ali is putting forward, just how much of himself he's putting towards pleasuring his partner.

Concord can scarcely gasp out his own encouragement before he's hit his limit-]

Yes, keep going- Ali-..! A, Ali..! [he grits his teeth around a moan, his orgasm overtaking him. It felt far too soon and so overdue, all at once. Concord also literally can't tell who lost it first, because Ali's hot cum is rushing into him seemingly at once. His aching cock bursts and shoots multiple long ropes of cum across his own midsection and chest. Both legs squirm and his ass feels tense and like he's completely melting at once. Concord's expression, too, is undone bliss. This is certainly the least guarded he's ever looked, maybe around anybody in his long life.

He's not thinking much about himself beyond how good that orgasm felt and continues to feel, lingering like a rainy day. Concord is much more focused on Ali, how he looks while he's coming, hoping he's just as lost in their shared pleasure as Concord is]

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[Ali vaguely remembers something in the book about cleaning up afterwards, hence why he had brought a towel in the first place. They had made quite a mess before, and he had thought they would do it again. But while they are indeed a mess, Ali doesn't grab for the towel quite yet. He seems barely aware of the cum on Concord's chest, even. He's too focused on Concord's face, watching as the man lays there looking more relaxed than Ali has ever seen him.

It's a sight that makes Ali's chest fill with fondness. He might still be in denial, but he has grown quite fond of Concord. And seeing Concord in this moment just makes him grow fonder.

Ali lets go of Concord's legs, adjusting their positioning so Concord can relax them finally. Then he lays down on Concord's chest, paying little mind to the mess there. Ali has worked up a sweat and he's quite tired now, he's going to need a break before he can do anything else. Still he hasn't pulled himself out of Concord quite yet. He feels too comfortable like this, resting his cheek on Concord's chest.]

Mmm...

[He doesn't have words yet, but that is a hum of approval from him. Sex is good, he could definitely get used to this.

Idly one of Ali's hands seeks out Concord's, trying to lace their fingers together. He's feeling a bit clingy now that he's in a post-orgasm haze.]

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[A long, satisfied sigh escapes Concord as Ali falls forward onto him. This is exactly what he wanted, and he looks so blissfully content to have it. Ali's heat inside him, filling him, and his weight down over top of him. Concord feels completely at ease, more relaxed than he's perhaps ever felt. His legs slack, shivering just a bit as Ali remains pushed inside, but he doesn't want him to pull away just yet. This is too good as it is, no need to rush from the moment. Lingering here is nice.

Concord reaches a hand to card through Ali's sticky, dark hair, pushing some of it back behind an ear. Just when he does so, Ali takes his hand and their fingers lace together. Concord squeezes them briefly curling his hand with Ali's to rest slack on his chest beside the dragon's head. It's cute how each bob of Concord catching his breath causes Ali to rise and fall over top of him. Concord would let him stay their all night if it wasn't such a mess between them...

And he didn't still want to get fucked again. They can rest for a while before getting back to that, however. He lets the silence stretch out before asking, quiet and with a cheeky little smile, so it's definitely a deliberate joke this time,]

... amicable? [as if this is even in question]

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Very.

[He's sure of that much at least. 10/10, would do again. Possibly even in the morning, after some rest to regain his energy. That would be a fun way to wake Concord up. Maybe Concord will give him some more gentle touches like he just has, those feel quite nice indeed. And it's not like there's any reason they can't continue to get messy, they haven't had a bath yet.

Speaking of cleaning up, Ali is far too comfortable laying on top of Concord. His limbs feel heavy and moving anything feels like such a pain. Ali is content to stay right here, head resting on Concord's chest, rising and falling with each of Concord's breaths.

...he is starting to feel sticky though. And without the heat of sex, all of that sweat on him is starting to feel a little cold. The stone walls of the castle are good at keeping the heat of summer out, but that means it can be a little chilly at night. How annoying.

His brow furrows, and he looks a little put-out as he speaks.]

We should probably clean up and get under the covers.

[He makes no moves to start doing that. Because he's being lazy still.]

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That would be a waste. [a states rather flatly, his usual stoicism slowly returning... or it might seem at first. He can't help that little smirk still on his face. The half lidded eyes and general ease in his tone give him away too easily.]

I want at least one more round. Two if you can muster the stamina.

[making a challenge of this has worked in the past, why not now? The hand of his that isn't laced up with Ali's is at the dragon's back. His fingers trail lightly up and down Ali's spine, bouncing up and down as they follow the subtle protrusions there. It's an unrushed gesture, happy to lay back and play with Ali until he's caught his breath.]

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[Ali lets out a soft 'tch' sound at that blatant attempt to goad him. It works, but he's still going to point out that Concord is being obvious.]

'Two if you can muster the stamina.' That's easy for you to say, I did all the work! I'd like to see you try to do it several times in a row if you were doing most of the effort.

[And then, a moment later, Ali realizes his mistake and he looks more annoyed than before.]

Though knowing you, you probably could, you damn stallion.

[Yes, he's bellyaching. No, he doesn't want to stop having sex. He's just like this.]

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[Concord seems to be thoughtfully considering this, before answering bluntly]

I could ride you, if you wished to lay back.

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[For a moment, Ali looks like he is going to argue that. It certainly would be like him to just take the contrary side on principle. But before he can speak, he has second thoughts about it and considers it. It would be good to show Concord how exhausting it can be on top, and if Concord gets tired too then Ali can hold it over him with an 'I told you so.'

And, you know. They would get to keep having sex too.]

...well. Alright. If you think you can keep up. It's not as easy as I made it look.

[And then he's trying to nudge Concord into rolling over with him, so they can swap positions. The bed isn't huge, but it should be big enough for them to roll over if they're careful about it.]

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P, pull out of me, first, Ali... [he says with some exasperation, but he got fucked hard enough the first time he's still sensitive. Concord was giving Ali a break! They don't need to get right back to it right away...

But the idea he already enticed Ali into more is a good one. He does want to keep going, he does want to come again, and he does want to see Ali writhing beneath him from his efforts to please.

Concord won't expect the shiver that goes through his body when Ali slips out of him. He's in awe of what a mess even just one time going at is made, mostly of him...]

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What, can't move with it in?

[He's trying to sound cheeky, but Concord is actually right here and he will pull out before they switch up their positions. He's feeling a little oversensitive right now, and he winces a little as he rolls onto his back. His thigh and calf muscles are definitely complaining about getting that much use. He'll have to find ways to work those muscles to prepare for future evenings.

Soon enough he's on his back, and he's trying his best to not think of the absolute mess they're leaving over themselves and Ali's bedspread. He's definitely going to have to wash it tomorrow.

But since Concord is supposed to be riding him, he doesn't spread his legs apart like Concord had. Instead, he lays down flat for the moment to let Concord sit as he pleases. He'll move himself around in a moment, once he sees how Concord is going to do this.]

You know, if you need to refer to the book, it's in my top drawer there.

[He's Helping.]

[virtuesignal]

[Ali pulls away and rolls onto his back, but Concord isn't jumping overtop of him. Not just yet, at least, especially not with Ali giving him sass. He merely rolls onto his side, facing the dragon, resting down onto one of his own arms. His free arm reaches out and cups Ali's cock and balls in his broad hand. He rubs Ali with his palm, teasing his sack before wrapping fingers around his dick to lightly stroke him.]

All I need is your cock to be hard. I think I got it, beyond that. [he's sure the man is still feeling sensitive, but that will probably only turn him on quicker at this point. Concord is willing to take it slow and be more at the lead this time around. Maybe he'll get to see Ali become the impatient one...]

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[It's a good thing they hadn't cleaned up yet, because it means there's still a slickness to Ali's dick. He's sensitive to the touch and hisses a little when Concord touches him, but he settles down quickly and doesn't argue to being stroked. He shifts a little in place though, angling his hips more towards Concord so he can reach more easily.]

So you're going to tease me until you're satisfied now?

[He does need the attention to get as rock-hard as he was before though, so Concord has the right idea despite Ali's protests. Ali is indeed impatient when he's on the receiving end of anything though, and he finds himself laying an arm over his forehead from a need to just do something instead of laying there like a dead fish. He's tempted to touch Concord more but he's waiting a bit to see what Concord does now that he's in control of the situation.

The light touches are nice and not too much, and they're stirring interest in Ali once more. Concord will be able to feel Ali grow firmer in his hand.]

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Yes.

[Simple and firm, but Concord has that slightly smile of his to say it. It's starting to look more natural on his face, less uncommon. His long, silvery white eyelashes are much more noticeable when he's giving proper bedroom eyes to go along with the expression.

Concord move his free arm around Ali's shoulder and cradles the man's head in his palm. He leans in to kiss him again on the lips, slower and more teasing this time. If that's what Ali is saying works, then he's encouraged to go for it, right? His hand on Ali's cock wraps around him once he's hard enough to stroke, but he keeps it slow, grip loose and almost lazy about it. They're in no rush...]

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[It's a look that makes a shiver run down Ali's spine. He's going to get possessive over Concord, he's sure of it. And not just as another bit of silver to add to his collection either.

This feels so much more intimate, with how he's being held and teased but treated like something precious at the same time. He's not fragile, but a part of him likes being treated this way. For someone who's gone through solitude like he has, a little bit of warmth can go a long way to earning his undying loyalty. And Ali finds himself giving in fully, leaning in to Concord to wrap his arms loosely around the man's shoulders and hold onto him while they kiss. He groans into it, and he rocks his hips slowly against Concord's hand as it strokes him.

Compared to how quickly they got worked up last time, taking it slow feels nice. Even if Ali is getting teased, he thinks he likes this kind of teasing.]

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[Concord is going to take his time, do what he can to savor this. There's obvious appeal to getting caught up in their passions, in a fever pitch of desire. That was how this kept happening, right? Sparking one another with something and then needing to get off. Now, it's more measured and that's good too. Surprisingly good, slow and tender. Ali reaches for him and pulls him all the more into an embrace.

He continues to bob his hand over Ali, rubbing his thumb at the tip of his cock to spread more of his precum. Ali is still slick from before, but Concord will grab the oil again before he's ready to mount himself over the dragon's cock. He's also growing stiff, kissing Ali again makes him so eager for more. Their tongues dance off one another and lips press together with an urgency the rest of the act lacks in.

Ali is going to be possessive of him... and Concord is going to become dedicated. The unicorn is know foremost for his loyalty. He really gives everything of himself once he's gotten attached. Most find it noble, he fears if he was a mortal man it would be seen as clinging, desperate to lose the goodness and warmth allotted to him. He grasps into Ali's hair just a bit firmer, not pulling at the strands, but holding him in place to continue to kiss]

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[Dancing around their feelings is quickly becoming a habit for the two of them, and it will take ages for Ali to admit that he actually likes Concord. He has to figure it out for himself still, that his feelings aren't just 'it's hot when we argue and fuck each other'. Maybe a few more goes at it will get him to admit the truth.

Ali lets out a high-pitched whine at having his hair held onto like that, and his fingertips dig into Concord's back. He's stuck in place but not at the same time, and it's making his skin itch with how much he wants to just move. Or, if he's being honest, he wants Concord to move.

Ali's impatience gets the better of him eventually, and he breaks their kiss for a moment to hiss out some words between sharp breaths.]

Are you trying to make me come again from just touching?

[His words are a bit pointed, aimed at goading Concord a bit. Ride him, he silently urges with his fierce gaze.]

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Mmn, no. [Concord answers bluntly, leaning in to lick Ali's lips one more time. His grip loosens on his hair, but he took note of how Ali reacted to being held in such a way. There's a dominating streak in Concord. It doesn't matter if he's on the receiving end of a cock or not, it's still satisfying to hold Ali down. And Ali... Ali seems to like it. It makes Concord's cock ache to consider.]

I'm getting on top of you. [as was promised. Concord moves away to grab more oil, pouring it over Ali's now stiff standing cock, stroking it down the length to be sure it's well coated. A wipe clean of his hands on the towel as he sets aside that bottle and they're both ready for more.

He moves into place with his usual poise. That may seem out of place, too elegant a way to move for something so carnal. Still, Concord mounts himself over top of Ali and lines himself up. His hands grip the headboard, which is hopefully sturdy given Concord's weight and strength. Moving to sit on the dragon's cock, it simply... slips away from his hole. Ah.

Balancing weight on one hand, the other twists around back to hold Ali's dick in place. He lowers himself more gradually than he first attempted. Relax, right, realx.... his ass spread to take Ali inside once more, Concord sighing in something like relief. Still feels better than he would have fantasized over,]

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[There might be a barely-audible 'finally' in there somewhere, but Ali keeps his complaining otherwise quiet for the moment. Watching Concord become so focused is really interesting actually, what with how graceful he looks in everything he does. Ali even props himself up on his elbows a bit so he can watch the show of Concord re-coating his dick with oil and getting into position.

-and then Concord misses, and Ali can't help but snort in response. Even when he feels hard as a rock, his dick still has a little bit of bend to it, it seems.

Ali looks ready to make some kind of snappy statement about Concord's goof-up there, but that's quickly forgotten as Concord gets the movement down better the second time and manages to navigate Ali's dick into his hole. Ali's eyelids flutter as he groans loudly, purposefully keeping his hips still rather than thrust upwards into Concord's tight heat. No doubt his dick goes in deeper in this angle, it's best to let Concord get himself situated first before Ali aides in thrusting.]

Mmmm...take it all in...

[He's still leaning back on his elbows, but his head is tipped back slightly now too. This feels heavenly.]

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[As he opens around Ali's dick, wrapping so slickly around him, Concord has to fight every instinct to tighten up. His breathing is heavy and hot, if the room was colder it would certainly be visible in the air. He's tense with desire, but wants to do just as Ali says, take it all in... those words are going to appear to him when he's alone in his bed on some later night.

He's sure the memory will make his cock throb in the same needy way he feels right now. Moving his hips back away, he slips further back down the next. He's not bouncing so much as easing himself and pulling away when it's a bit too much too quick... The angle is different, he's not trying to push himself to a point of pain. It feels too good to ruin it with impatience now, of all times...

Moving his free hand to join the other on the head rest, his broad size overtop Ali is more apparent than ever. Attractive to him, though, how slim Ali looks without being fragile. He gives his own order, right back, if all the more desperate to go with his demand]

Ali, touch me... [anywhere, really, he's absolutely longing for those warm hands on his skin]

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[In the distance, through the thick castle walls, the faint popping of fireworks can be heard. The show is going on now, and most of the city is distracted with the explosions of bright, colorful light. The light doesn't reach Ali's room here- he doesn't have a window in his bedroom- but the flicker of the lamp provides plenty of light to dance across the slick skin of both men.

It makes Concord look absolutely beautiful, leaning over to brace himself against the headboard and lowering himself onto Ali's dick like that. He can't help but lick his lips as he takes in the sight of the other man. This is a moment that's going to be burned into Ali's mind forever.

He's all too happy to give Concord what he wants right now, what with how Concord is doing such a good job. Ali shifts a bit to take his weight off of his elbows, effectively flopping back against the bed. Then, with his arms freed, he'll reach up to grab onto Concord's hips and massage the muscles there firmly. The movements are in-sync with Concord's hips, encouraging Concord to sink down further onto him and drive him deeper into the other man.]

Keep going, you can take more.

[He nudges his hips upward as he says that too, pushing in a little deeper but not giving a full or forceful thrust. He wants to push Concord, not break him.]

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[The position really does wonders to show off Concord's physique. His strong arms reach forward, flexing to hold him up and keep him balanced in place. His chest looks full and build, his midsection tight as he rolls his hips up and down, starting to follow what Ali was motioning for.

All while he's admiring Ali in turn. The way the dragon looks at him... he's going to yearn for that look at all hours. How frightful that is, that kind of longing for another person. Concord feels that filling his up his stomach, his heart, he worries it's going to be too much. He's not really had feelings like this before...

He's probably overthinking it. He does that, after all, silently running through too many options, too many plans of attack. The sensation of bottoming out of Ali's cock frees his mind up some. Damn... that fills him up, too. A thought as lewd as that should push away those pesky, deeper feelings for a while.]

Every... bit of you. I am... not too heavy, right? [he asks with genuine concern, not a dig at Ali, for once. Concord wouldn't want to mess this up putting too much weight down on his companion. He wants Ali comfortable and pleased, so he keeps looking at him that intoxicating way.]

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You think I wouldn't complain if I were being squashed by you?

[It's said with a touch of amusement, a hint of a smile on Ali's lips. Really, he thinks he's being quite vocal today. Fortunately he's not pinned down too heavily for comfort, Concord does weigh more but the weight on top of Ali feels more securing than anything. And fuck, Concord looks far too hot like this to tell him to move. Seeing how that taut skin moves with each roll of their hips is mesmerizing.

Ali lets go of Concord's hips, but it's in favor of letting his hands slide up and around, smoothing their way over Concord's chest. One of his thumbs flicks over a nipple, teasing Concord just a bit. And in the meantime, Ali keeps rocking himself up into Concord to match Concord's timing, but his own movements are shallow. He's letting Concord do the brunt of the work here, while moving just enough to keep things tantalizing. His gaze drifts down to Concord's cock for a moment, and he debates teasing Concord as much as he had been teased earlier. Would that be too much like this? He has to consider that.

He has to tease, though, even if it's said between quick breaths and pleased groans. He wants to watch Concord squirm in delight.]

I bet you're going to think of this at the worst possible times. How are you going to make it through a meeting without fantasizing about being bent over that table?

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[Ali is correct, it would be strange of him to not complain. Concord almost voices as much, makes a jab of it, but Ali's hands are on his chest. That swiftly becomes the most forward thought in his mind, pushing away anything else. At first, he bends his arms to press into those searching palms, but then realizes it's better to simply arch his back. Ali's cock is rest about as deep as it could reach and the angle is only improved by a bit of bending forward.

Each heavy breath Concord takes in only fills Ali's hands further. Never would have Concord thought he'd find pleasure having his pecs groped, yet here he is. He wants Ali to grip and flick and grope at him. All that built up muscle was for practical survival, not vanity... then here Ali changes that, makes Concord grateful his human form was so built because it's so pleasing to be played with like this.

He can compose himself a bit to tease back, squiring though he may be himself. Yes, he'd be thinking about this. He'd been thinking about all this. Ever night that week he probably stroked off just to get by. He won't want to settle for that now that he knows this could be what he's getting off to, instead]

Telling on yourself, Ali? You would be thinking just the same... you lack the stern expression I have. People would be able to read your face...

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I don't need a stern expression to keep my thoughts hidden. You drive me crazy at every meeting, they would mistake it for ire.

[It's true, the line between 'annoying' and 'sexy' is very blurred when it comes to them. Anyone who doesn't already know how quickly they can go from arguing to making out won't ever suspect them of fantasizing about the latter.

Ali splays his hands out over Concord's chest, pressing against the muscle there. He loves feeling every twitch and contraction between his fingertips, Concord has to be showing off a bit just for him. Or at least, that's what Ali thinks. Concord is a feast for the eyes, and he has every right to show off.]

But you're going to be sitting there, reminded of how much you like this- [As he says 'this' he thrusts his hips upward, bucking into Concord deeply on purpose.] -and you'll be rock-hard under that table. Will you even manage to keep your hands off of yourself until the meeting is over? Or will we need a recess so I can suck you off in a side room?

[Ali will absolutely cringe later at how dirty he's talking right now. But when he's not thinking too deeply about things, it's easier to be horny with his words.]