Hot Denial

Kissed By The Devil

Levon watched him as he worked on his black Apple computer. He didn’t know he wore glasses while working, he would have tagged him a demi-god with how hot he looked in those glasses but he knew better than anyone that this man was a demonic terrorist. His grey eyes skidded through the monitor and his neatly sleek hair occasionally fell over his eyes, obstructing his view, Levon watched, entranced by the movements of his hands, how he tried but failed to get the hair out of the way. It was supposed to be ridiculous, seeing him struggle to get the hair out of the way, but the way he bit his lips with irritation from his obstructive hair made Levon's breath catch. He was a straight-as-a-pole man, but if he were being a hundred percent honest with himself, he would confess that the simple actions of his devilishly hot boss made him feel things forbidden.

He got irritated as he thought of the only man he hated in the whole world, and his irritation turned into anger.

Roman knew he was checking him out, and that's exactly why he brought him here, he wanted to get him alone, he knew he was being seductive, but he wanted to lure him enough to make him act on his desires, and show his true colors. But, he never expected he would low-key be checking him out too.

He noticed how his white shirt kept hugging his biceps and wondered why he kept emphasizing about he would give anything to have his kind of body, from his POV he also has a very nice body…he wondered what it would feel like to him down over his table and f**k hard him from behind, he wondered how those toned and flawless skin would feel beneath his hands. He cleared his throat as he quickly put a stop to his train of thought. He got angry at himself for even thinking that way for a second, he scowled at him contemplating how to lay him off without letting him know that it was because he made him feel strangely uncomfortable, and no one makes him feel uncomfortable. He noticed how he kept adjusting on the sofa trying to find something to do, apart from stealing glances at him occasionally he would tap his feet as silently as he could on the floor. ‘Good.' He wanted him to feel pressured maybe he will get irritated and flare out from having kept him waiting for long, he has seen his kind of person; he doesn’t tolerate ill-treatment without an outburst. He noticed the change of emotion in him. His whole being screamed anger.

Roman ignored Levon’s mood and stood up, he walked over to the sofa and stood in front of him. He wanted to out rightly ask him what his agenda was but changed his mind as he looked down at him. He decided to use action…Since it spoke louder than words. He was going to flirt with him and if he even showed a slight sign of reciprocation, it would be proving his assumption right.

Levon saw a shadow block the light in front of him, he looked up and locked eyes with his boss. He stood in front of him; starting meaningfully at him, he was lost in thought that he didn’t notice when he moved from his desk to his front. Their eyes locked onto each other for a long time until Levon decided to put an end to their staring contest, and looked away.

“Giving up?”

Before Levon could turn his neck to avoid his gaze, Roman held his jaw and turned his face back to him. He didn’t plan on doing that, but something in his gaze made him want to continue staring into those hypnotic blue eyes, maybe the way his pupil dilated as he innocently looked up at him, or the way he blinked; making his long thick lashes fan his cheeks, maybe, just maybe, he could find out what he was truly thinking by staring longer into those deep eyes.

“What?”.

Levon asked seriously, squinting his eyes at him. He didn’t understand what his boss was playing at. He looked up into the intense gray eyes staring down at him, Roman had bent his upper body and was now on the same eye level as him and he still held onto his jaw from when he turned his head.

Roman initially planned to flirt with him to find out if he was going to reciprocate his actions so he would fire him right away, but the way he looked at him at that moment made him lose all focus and discard all plans, acting instinctively. He rubbed his thumb slowly on Levon's right cheek looking deep into his eyes wanting to see the want and desire burning in them just like he unexpectedly felt deep in his bones, but all he found was confusion, nervousness, and…anger?. Was he wrong in his assumptions about him??? Maybe he had found out his plan to test him so he decided to act the fool, fine…he would be provocative in his actions then.

Levon felt his heart beat a hundred times in one second, he bit his lips nervously not knowing what to do in that situation.

“Don’t do that...”

Roman commanded roughly, he traced his thumb slowly from Levon’s cheek to his defined cheekbone then finally across his upper lips. He caressed Levon’s upper lip for a few seconds as he lowered his head close to Levon's ear, stuck out his tongue, and licked his earlobe. He sensually drew Levon’s lower lip out from his mouth lazily drawing his thumb across it.

“Or you’ll be punished,”

Roman whispered hoarsely; surprising himself with how wanton he was by this pretend flirt, he had thought Levon would be the one making the moves, but, there he was, advancing to sultry levels.

Levon remained static, shaken from the actions of his boss, his heart almost jumping out of his chest with how rabid it beat. If he weren’t already sitting, he swore he would have crumpled to the floor with how weak his legs became the moment his boss's lips touched his ear. He wanted to push him away, no… he knew he should push him away but he oddly found his touch very soothing and intensely arousing. His breathing became heavy and his heart was hammering rapidly in his chest. He unconsciously lifted his hands and held them over Roman’s palms that covered his cheek.

“What are you doing, Boss?”

He averted his eyes from him, staring at everything except him. He anxiously squeezed the file on his lap, using it to cover his growing erection. He refused to show the man that he was deeply affected by their proximity and body contact, he’d rather eat grass than turn into the person he hated the most.

Roman felt hot, literarily hot. His body needed to feel the raw skin of the person below him as a matter of urgency to feel soothed. Roman traced his fingers along Levon’s face till he reached his neck, looking intently into his eyes.

“What do you want from me?” Levon asked breathlessly as he brought his hands up to his chest and tried (tried) to push him away. “Don’t even think about it,” Roman warned in a low voice, padding Levon in his actions. Levon left his hands flat on Roman's chest; he felt how his heart pounded through the thick muscular walls of his chest and immediately regretted his decision, knowing that his boss was also affected, did something to him, he consciously bit his lips again and looked up challenging.

“f**k!”

Roman roughly pushed him into the sofa and caged him underneath him. He roughly held his neck and squeezed it, causing a moan to slip from Levon’s lips. Roman reacted instantly to that sound, he tilted Levon’s head up and lowered his face very close to his, the tips of their nose touching and lips one centimeter away from touching. They could feel the heavy breathing from each other but no one wanted to be the first to close the space between them. Levon flattened his hands on Roman’s chest, sliding them up and down, he slid them down to his stomach, feeling his packs beneath his shirt, he then slid them over his broad shoulders and hooked his hands behind him. Roman took the opportunity as Levon hooked his hands over his shoulders, he dipped down his head and bit his lips, slowly letting it slip out from between his teeth. Levon shivered from the erotic action he just received and boldly looked him in the eye.

“Is that all could d…” before he could finish, Roman roughly slammed his lips unto Levon's lips, swallowing his remaining words and answering the unfinished question. It was explosive for both of them, each kissing the other with fervor.

They were like people who had been in the desert for so long and each was the only source of water for the other, they drank each other without reserve. Their hands ran rampant in each’s body, squeezing, rubbing, caressing, grabbing, and touching themselves all over. Roman kissed him with fervor diving his tongue into his mouth causing a moan to slip out of his mouth, Roman groaned. Roman placed one hand at the back of Levon’s neck and one on his cheek, directing his face to the angle he wanted. Levon was so lost in lust that he didn’t know when he started grinding his hips upwards against Roman’s hips, he mewed from the effect while Roman cursed inwardly and drew in a heavy breath to calm himself.

Roman slowly drew his lips away from Levon’s lips, kissing him along his cheek till he reached his ear and took it into his mouth, nibbling his earlobe. Levon gasped and moaned at the same time, he kissed Roman’s neck, licking, sucking, and biting intermediately. He hastily slid one hand between their bodies and sought Roman’s evidence of arousal, he placed his palm over the throbbing hot organ and slowly massaged it up, down, and circular. Roman’s entire body stiffened at the unexpected attack, he quickly covered Levon’s hand over his member to stop him from making him c*m before the real deed was done. He slowly brought it up to his lips and kissed his knuckles while maintaining eye contact.

“Slow down tiger, you’re going to make me embarrass myself,” Roman whispered seductively in Levon’s ear.

“Huh?”

Levon seemed to have come out from his trance, he saw his boss above him in a very intimate position, even holding his hand and their hips plastered together. He heard what he said all right, but was confused about how he let himself go that far with his boss.

Roman saw his confused look and smirked at him, he looked down at their joined hips and back at Levon, showing him what was going on between them.

Thud!

Roman was brutally pushed to the floor. Levon had come to understand that he was a willing participant in their heated session a minute ago and he was even eager to take it to the next level if his boss hadn’t stopped him from going further. The shock and anger he felt from the realization made him push his boss away. He quickly stood up and arranged his clothing. Roman who had not fallen gracefully, sat there on the floor and looked at his employee in utter perplexity; ‘wasn’t he the one who was so eager a few minutes ago???’ he found it amusing, at least he got his answers.

“So, you do want me.”

Roman didn’t bother standing up, thinking Levon would understand the consequences of his action and offer a hand. “No. I do not want you…Boss.” Levon walked around him toward the door, he planned on just walking out but decided to make things clear once more for the last time; he turned and faced the stern-looking man on the floor.

“Boss. I’ve come to understand your s****l orientation and I sincerely have nothing against it…it’s not even my business. I’ll say this for the last time…I AM NOT GAY…And can’t be. Sorry once again if I’ve ever given you a feeling of having an interest in you…What happened earlier was a momentary lapse and I assure you that it won’t happen again, but I beg you not to summon me unless it’s for professional reasons, otherwise…I won’t be this nice next time.”

He finished and looked directly into Roman’s eyes. “Do not forget I’m a full-grown man and I can inflict pain when I intend to.” He turned and left the office. The elevator opened and he rushed into it, not noticing the man coming out from it. He slammed into someone’s chest and fell from the impact but before he could fall, long arms caught his waist.

“Careful.”

Levon was met with a face similar to the brute he just left in the office, just that this person was a completely different vibe. This person had a bright smile on his face that reached his bright green eyes, and his blonde hair was packed in a loose bun. Levon quickly righted himself and muttered thanks then quickly pressed the button and the elevator closed; he wasn’t in the mood to exchange pleasantries, especially, not with someone similar to a jerk he knew. The man stood in front of the elevator still smiling. He shook his head and walked away. Inside the office, Roman picked up the file Levon had come in with, he had forgotten it when he stormed out. Roman sat in his chair thinking about how everything had escalated in a blink of an eye, he didn’t plan on actually kissing him, he just wanted to touch him here and there to see his reaction but he ended up being the one to cave in. He didn’t expect to feel compelled immediately he stood in front of him and locked gazes with him. And that’s how he went from planning to reprimand someone to being reprimanded, he even ended up on the floor, ‘way to go on firing him, Roman.’ He rubbed his palm across his face and sighed. He had never burned this hot for someone before, maybe, just maybe he would add him to his list of conquests, but that might seem challenging as he had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with him even though his body said otherwise. He was going to have a tough time conquering this one, but it’ll be fun. Roman threw the idea of firing him into the trash, he knew it has been a long time since he got laid and no one seems to catch his attention lately, so it was understandable that he reacted rapidly to Levon. “Just once.” He murmured to himself. Just one, and he would dispose of him, he would f**k him, get him out of his system and that’s it. He imagined what it would feel like to have a man like Levon underneath him and begging for his mercy, his already semi-hard member reared up again as he pictured the image.

"You just wait, Levon."

He murmured and adjusted his pants to reduce the visibility of his arousal as he heard his door being pushed open, it could only be one person that would enter his office without permission