Met had probably a thousand files to go through and maybe a bit over a million letters to approve. Apart from the billion reports he had to read.

He was glad it was all he knew how to do, well that and a few other things.
But not tonight. For there was a very disturbing image in his head. An image planted by the only person who could.

Jade had sent him a picture of himself, a picture that suggested he leave everything he was doing and go attend to the little minx. He looked so wanton in the picture, so sexy. All Met had to do was look into his eyes, the lust, the want, the desire. And that had been his undoing. A single picture threatening the entirety of his unyielding self control.

He wouldn't be responsible if he did anything rash right now.
And so considering all this, he had probably only five papers to sign and he'd be on his way.

He adjusted his tie as he signed the papers, calmly harbouring an erection the size of North America.

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There weren't many things that could distract the great Met Lancet from his work and his company.
The successful Met Enterprises needed it's boss twenty-four-seven and it was that thinking that had got him to the top. At this time, betrayals and backstabbers were all behind him and work became his lifeline, his distraction and plausibly a drug.

It didn't mean he was a shitty boss or anything of the sort, he just asked for work to be done and efficiently. That was all.
People who couldn't follow this one simple guideline often found themselves escorted or not, to the exit.

His world turned on its axis the night he met Jade.

There Met sat, totally out of his element. Nights like these when he came to the bar, he always thought he knew what he was looking for. A one night stand, maybe a decent guy—no one made his heart flare anymore, or even just amazing sex.

All these were lies formulated in his mind. Because at the end of the night, he always left alone. One could think he always had his fill of men but that wasn't the case. No one cut it for him.

He'd seen the disappointment flash across the faces of countless bartenders, and people he'd bought drinks for when he coldly left them. Even after flirting and leading them on.

Whatever it was, he was searching for it in the wrong place and he knew it. Still, he kept looking.

The bartender that night had looked decent, in fact, very decent. Met thought that finally, finally he was going to take someone home.

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask for the guy's name when the corner of  his eye caught something—a flurry of clothes, a flutter of hair—someone.

The someone sat two stools away from him. What grace, what poise! Met observed. He was sort of tall and looked like the kind of guy he would love to hold down and fuck through to tomorrow.

Seconds later, bartender forgotten, he had already settled on the stool nearest to the guy. "Hey there," he said and the guy finally looked at him. Everything about him resonated with Met. "Let me buy you a drink."
God how cliche he sounded.

The young man didn't smile, he only gave Met a once over and did the boldest thing a stranger had ever done to him. He cupped Met's chin and stared him down.
How he did it with Met being taller and bigger, no one could know.

"No," he said as his thumb traced Met's lower lip. "I like people who get to the point. What do you want?"

Met couldn't speak as the guy touched his face. There was too much desire coursing through his veins.

Fuck... he thought. He hadn't even realized he'd said it out loud. Who the hell was this guy?

"Hm, I wonder how you'll sound when you beg," said the beautiful male.

"Excuse me?" Met asked. Of all things, he had not seen that coming. The stranger looked him in the eye, very confident.

"I said, I wonder how you'll sound," Jesus they didn't even know their names yet! "When you beg."

The same hand that had brushed Met's lip now brushed his inner thigh, he went still.

"Follow me..." the guy said, his hand trailing further. "Or don't."

Without even so much as a glance back, he walked towards the exit of the bar with the grace of a thousand swans. And that was it. No compliment, no guarantee and no promises, that was all it took.

Met came to his senses to realize that he was as hard as a rock. No one had ever talked to him like that. He was always the man in charge, the man who made the decisions and for God's sake the man whom guys quivered under.
But not once did those thoughts cross his mind as he followed the smaller man out the door.

And that had been all there was to it about their first night. That and a few other things he'd discovered.

And they'd been at it ever since.

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Jade now watched him with amusement dancing in his eyes. He always watched Met, as if to see into the soul of the other man, then wreck everything in unimaginable heights of pleasure.

He didn't even have to try, for Met,  even standing a few feet from Jade aroused him. Especially if he knew what was coming next. The knowledge seemed to only make his dick harder, if that were even possible.

"Come here daddy," he was already moving before his mind wrapped around the words.

"You've had a tough day at work today haven't you?" he close-to-whispered it in his ear as he let his teeth lightly graze his earlobe.

Like many other things, Met realized the picture was meant to put him on the edge. He wanted Jade to push him, he wanted to fall. It was becoming a weakness he couldn't control but there was nothing he could do about it.

It was either the fact that he was fully clothed and Jade stark naked or the fact that he had not yet been touched, but whichever it was, had him leaking like a broken tap.
For all he knew, it could have been just the talk. He nodded, he couldn't find his voice.

"Do you want me to take off your pants?" Jade had called him daddy, but he spoke as if Met was a child sometimes... that was fine. What bothered Met was why he always responded like a dog eager to play.

Met nodded quickly, anything to free his cock. He couldn't wait to be buried in that warmth, thinking of it alone made him shudder. Jade...

Jade didn't take off his tie, he was one kinky devil and Met... well Met lived for it.

As if to answer him, the tie was yanked so hard he was flush against Jade's body, excitement dancing inside him upon finding Jade as hard as he was. 

Jade strained the tie enough to almost choke him but let air in at the same time. "You're hard daddy, so am I," his hot breath fanning Met's face.

If only Met could just taste those lips... but he knew Jade didn't like it. They kissed only when Jade wanted to, which was almost never.

Jade rubbed their dicks together until they were both breathless, pulling Met's head down to kiss his exposed neck. Met attacked it.

"Someone's greedy tonight," Jade said, and Met knew he wasn't complaining.

"Yes, Jade...please..."

"Please what?"

"Please let me take you, I... I want to fuck you," Met said.

"Such a cute mouth," Jade smirked. "Let's get it full first."

When Met's heart started beating erratically, Jade gently pushed him away and walked over to the bed. He sat down, spreading his legs slowly.

"Come here," he said to Met who had lost all ability to speak, who just stood watching him. "You can hold back if you want."

His eyes then turned evil. "If you can."

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