He dragged his fingers down the length of his cock, feeling how rigid and hot it was. It took everything he had not to make a sound. He suddenly realized he hadn’t said anything in a few seconds, but it was too late. John had already noticed.

“Wesley,” John said, sounding wild, “Wesley, are you—”

“Yes,” Zack rasped. There was no point in hiding it. “I’m touching myself.”

“Oh fuck. You’ve never done that before.”

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Zack gasped.

“I know, I know, and God, just the knowledge that you are is making me so hot. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

Abandoning the scene they were playing, Zack focused on getting himself off. He couldn’t quite get a good grip—the leather was too pliable—but he managed to rub himself frantically as sharp, overwhelming pressure built within him.

John was moaning in time to his gasps, somehow hitting the same rhythm. Zack wanted to drink in his moans and let them intoxicate him.

John cried out, “I need to hear you, Wesley. Please. Come for me. I need to hear you come.”

A wanton moan tore itself from Zack’s throat before he could suppress it.

“That’s it, Wesley,” John said. His tone went from pleading to predatory in a fraction of a second. “Let me hear you moan. I want to know how good it feels. Tell me.”

“So good,” Zack murmured. “I want you so much.”

John’s breathing came in pants. “I’m close. I’m really close. Are you?”

“Yeah.” Zack could barely form words. He gripped his dick again and hissed. He was right on the edge. “What should I do?”

“I want you to come first,” John said. “Let me hear you. I’ve wanted that for weeks. Your voice is so sexy; I can only imagine how good you sound. Touch yourself and think about fucking me and come.”

“John,” Zack said, incoherent, “Christ, John.”

“Come for me. Fuck, please.”

Zack pressed a hand over his mouth and orgasmed harder than he ever had before, fully clothed, in the middle of his office, ruining what were probably eight-hundred-dollar bespoke trousers.

For a moment, Zack was too stunned to register anything but the pleasure-almost-pain snaking through him like lightning through water. He felt like his entire body had fallen into it and was now being consumed. He heard John shout on the other end of the line, signaling what was surely an orgasm as intense as Zack’s.