“Quite. We’re ahead, Will, for the first time in all this. I could sing. I won’t, to spare you distress, but I could.”

“So what do we do now? Take it to the police? The Private Bureau?”

“I’ll tell you what we’re going to do.” Kim grabbed his lapels. “We are going to celebrate, which is to say I’m going to suck you till you can’t bear another second, and then you are going to fuck me through the floor.”

He slid to his knees as he spoke. Will shut his eyes for a few moments, enjoying the feel of Kim’s hands sliding over his thighs, between and up, stroking him through the cloth. Taking his time, so Will was hard and ready before Kim undid the first button. He had to look then, because he loved watching Kim suck him, and inhaled sharply as Kim’s mouth made contact and his lips slid along Will’s length. He really did like a prick in his mouth, a fact that never failed to get Will going.

He took a hold of the sleek hair. “Jesus. That’s good. Ah God, Kim, you bloody beauty. Tell me you love it.”

“You know I do,” Kim mumbled around him. “Make me feel it.”

Will tightened his grip, thrusting forward into Kim’s half-strangled groan. Fucked that tender, greedy mouth, and pushed Kim’s head forward too as he did it, just a little bit rough because Kim liked it rough, and he’d be stiff as a post being handled like this. A strong man’s love is my delight.

“You like it like this?” he whispered.

“All of it. Harder.”

“I’ll give you harder. Ah, no, too much, stop.”

Kim pulled his mouth away. Will had left it a bit late, and was forced to give himself a sharp squeeze and a few seconds to force the surge of desire down. “Jesus. Got something?”

“Oil.”

“Then get over that table.”

Kim kicked off clothing that deserved better treatment as Will stripped with equal lack of ceremony. He bent forward. Will opened the bottle and dribbled a few drops down the base of his spine, then ran his fingers up and down the smooth skin, caressing the vertebrae. “Christ, your back’s gorgeous,” he murmured, half to himself.

More oil, this time applied lower, so it dripped into the divide of his arse. Kim whimpered. Will pushed his fingers down, up and down, enjoying the slide over skin, then gave in to temptation and pushed his spit-wet cock up to rub against the slickness. “Oh, yes. I’m going to have you so hard.”

“Promises,” Kim said, strangled.

“Give me time.” He slid his hand over and down, found his way, and pushed his prick into Kim’s tight heat.

“God!”

“This is the bit I love,” Will told him, leaning in. “When I’ve got you like a glove puppet.”