Michael's back collided against the wall as Lucas ravaged his lips, their hips grinding up and down furiously in sheer need. He hated the guy, hated him with his gut and yet here they were, kissing each other as though their lives depended on it. Lucas Black was an attorney Michael had to deal with on more than one case. They worked for competing firms and the hostility between the two firms had naturally creeped into Michael and Lucas' few exchanges. Lucas was arrogant and full of himself; but he was actually good. Which made the bastard even cockier.

Despite all that, Michael couldn't keep away from the man. They always ended up here, in his apartment—or in Lucas', depending on whose place was closest—undressing one another with urgency. It was inexplicable, this powerful attraction he had for Lucas, not once in his life had he ever felt so powerless. Michael had always prided himself with his ability to control every aspect of his life. Until he met Lucas.

"You look quite dapper tonight, my love," Lucas whispered in his ear between kisses, his hands sliding their way up to Michael's neck to loosen up his neat Windsor knot.

"Shut up," Michael let out, a little out of breath, his heart racing as he unbuttoned Lucas' shirt. He caught a glimpse of Lucas' playful eyes and Goddamn grin as the latter ripped his shirt open, sending some buttons flying onto the floor. Michael sent the man a glare for ruining his Hugo Boss shirt, making a mental note to make Lucas pay for a new one next time he goes to his tailor.

"What will it take for you to finally admit you love me, Michael?" asked Lucas as he nipped at Michael's jaw. The words hit him harder than he thought possible, knocking the breath out of him. He, Michael Wyatt, in love with Lucas? The idea was just preposterous and he scoffed at Lucas.

"Hilarious," he countered, grabbing Lucas' shoulders and switching their position to tackle the latter on the wall. "Now, do you want to fuck or not?" he asked, his hand cupping Lucas' crotch.

"I guess we'll talk after then," Lucas shrugged, smirking before he claimed Michael's lips again.