Damian POV

Where are the Drake's? I am getting turned on over here, looking at Ashton and talking about the things that I swore to never talk about. I confessed that I wanted to kiss him once more. And asked for his answer, but he just looked away, face getting a prominent hue of crimson red up to his neck. Is he that shy to talk about it? To clear the hot air surrounding us, I decided to divert the topic to something more work related. I put my hand on his tiny one and groped it slightly. Clearing my jumbled mind and throat I spoke,

"I have to discuss something else with you..."

I planned on talking to him about the Greyjoy contract, but what he said took me by surprise,

"Is it about the thing that you said to me when you kidnapped me?"

Wait what is he thinking I want to talk about? I shook my head and questioned him,

"W-what? W-which thing?"

I tried not to think of what I had said to his sleeping figure that day. I said that I wanted him in a very sexual way. But he was asleep, there's no way that he heard it,

"You said that you wanted to have a night with me to cure something..."

He heard it! No no no he didn't. He was fucking asleep when I said those feelings of mine aloud. Did Carlton told him that? Cause he's the only one who knows about the wet dreams thing. I was still trying to deflect Ashton away from the truth,

"Uh- no I didn't said anything like that! What are you talking about?"

But he confirmed my suspicions of Carlton telling him everything! Does he not know the first rule of friendship? Never share your friends secret with anyone!

"You said that you keep having wet dreams about me and wanted to have sex with me to cure them..."

Where is this business talk going? I wanted to tell him about a contract, but he brought up the wet dreams topic. I tried to avoid answering him but when he said that I want to have sex with him, my face to began to heat up, indicating that I was blushing, I gulped a lump of saliva as I felt my pants tighten around my cock. Why is he talking like that? It's doing things to me. Please stop saying such things Ashton, I might take you away and to my penthouse to fulfill my desires. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and asked him,

"Did Drake told you about it?"

He shook his head as a no. And then replied sheepishly,

"N-no... I heard it myself, you said it when I was pretending to be asleep..."

He quickly covered his glossy mouth and mumbled something. So he was acting that day? I leaned over the table and pulled his hand away. The blush which was creeping on my face vanished in an instant and was replaced with a strong sense of dominance. My dominant self took over me and spoke to the scared Ashton,

"You were awake the whole time?"

Not a single word left his lips. He just nodded slipping into his submissive side. I smirked at his state and got up from my seat. Going near him I settled down on the chair near his. His hand was still entangled with mine. His face flushed into a deep red color. I was having so much fun looking at his state that I forgot about the raging boner I was getting in my tight pants. Ashton noticed it as he looked down away from me. I saw his eyes widened to the size of saucers and he looked away. He was trying to get his hand away from mine, but I didn't let him go. God please don't let Drake walk in on us right now! Ashton came closer to me, placing his dainty hand on my thigh he spoke,

"You don't look comfortable Sir. You should go to the restroom for a moment..."

His eyes were shining with some sort of excitement and fear. Excitement of giving me a boner, and the fear of getting dicked down by my cock. His face was so close to mine, that I was able to smell his fruity strawberry lip balm. His lips look to juicy for some odd reason today. I moved my face closer to his making our noses brush against each other. No words were being exchanged between us. We were speaking to each other with just our eyes. His Bambi eyes were dancing up and down from my lips to eyes. He was fighting something in his mind. I tried to find it but no avail. The moment felt as if it froze the time and the entire world for us. For us to say million things without actually having to have a physical conversation. The closeness was enough for the both of us. My eyes went from his eyes to his lips as he shifted in his seat. I raked my eyes over his tiny figure and he yet again squirmed a little. I saw him cover his bottom half with the jacket he always carries around. Is he getting a hard on too? I pulled him more closer that our lips almost touched. His hand came to rest at my chest and mine went to his waist. I pulled him closer and placed my hand on his small thigh. Inching my hand upwards his leg I spoke in a low and gruffy tone,

"You to don't look comfortable in this pants Ashton... Want me to help?"

His eyes shot up to meet my hungry gaze. He noticed the change in my way of talking. He knows how I talk when I get turned on. And I wanted him to know that I am turned on, just like him. He came closer brushing his plump nose against my cheek as his breathing became ragged and unsteady. And so was mine. I pulled him up with me as I stood up. And the both of us ran to the restroom.

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