Brandon had no idea what was going on anymore. His head was spinning, it felt like his mind was floating. Very light and unstable. His limbs felt heavy and not like his own. His traitorous hands were clutching at Wilson’s shoulders, pulling him closer, tighter, his boss’s weight heavy on top of him. He could barely breathe, just gasping into Wilson’s mouth and sucking on his tongue.
God, he hated these kisses; he could feel his brain dropping with every passing minute, all his thoughts focused on how good it felt. He wasn’t even sure how he had ended up naked, but the next thing he knew, he was lying naked on their bed under his equally naked boss.
Fuck, he had to stop this. Why were they even doing this? They were straight. No, no one was watching them here, so they couldn’t even preten
