-Moment-
(Author's note: I have no excuse whatsoever.)
Yzak's knees were trembling dangerously beneath him and his hands clutched the silky bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles had turned white already.
The chairman's silky voice resounded from somewhere in the background, holding a vague trace of amusement: "Don't you just stare at it, Rey."
As Rey, who was kneeling right behind Yzak, placed a warm hand on the other's buttock, Yzak couldn't help but jump slightly. He shut his eyes tightly as he secretly begged for the silence that seemed to stretch endlessly to end--
"Eat it."
His heart jackhammering in his chest, Yzak swallowed hard.
Rey, with only the barest hint of pink gracing his cheeks, turned his face from the patiently awaiting man sitting in the leather chair across the room back to Yzak's stark naked behind.
"Of course ..."
Rey did not hesitate and bowed his head, drawing near. Yzak felt Rey's breath graze his tender, milky skin.
" ... Gil."
He obeyed.
End.