Cheat
It was soft and breathless, a vague trace of a whisper, "I have to go."
The lips on his neck didn't stop, they continued to kiss and lick at his neck, drawing forth shaky breath after airy moan. The hands on his waist didn't move, in fact, they seemed to tighten their grip on him. He felt the warm metal of the other's wedding band on his skin, and the reminder sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're working overtime, picked up a shift at the office...You're not going anywhere." Came the deep, rumbling Russian tone against his skin, brushing cold air against his neck as he spoke.
His wife would be home in minutes, his 2 year old son and his babysitter were probably watching movies, just waiting on him or his wife to get there sometime soon. It wasn't late, but Alfred hardly ever worked late nights. Recently though, he had been rather later.
The man kissing his neck, running his hands over his suit and feeling his waist and hips and-
Alfred's breath hitched in his throat, and he felt his back pressing against the door of the other's office as a large hand placed itself over his crotch. His growing erection was fondled and pawed through his pants, and the determination to make it home in time was quickly depleting.
"I-Ivan," He breathed out, dropping his suitcase so he could grip at the front of the other's suit. His boss was a large, handsome man- with an equally attractive wife.
A moment later the lips on his neck moved to press hotly against his own, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Alfred's eyes fluttered shut, and he returned the kiss as he threaded his fingers through Ivan's hair, the gold of his wedding band glistening in the pale moonlight that shined through the large windows of the luxurious city office. Everyone had gone home, everyone but them. It was quiet in the law office, save for the rustling of clothes that were in the process of being removed.
After expensive suit jackets had pulled on the floor and blue and purple shirts almost completely unbottoned, the hands at his waist were gone. Instead, they returned again to his rear. Pulling Alfred up so that his feet were no longer on the floor. Alfred took the hit, raising his legs to wrap around the other's wast. He could practically feel the other smirk against his lips as Ivan walked backwards before Alfred was pinned underneath him on the leather couch in Ivan's office.
He would tell his wife that he picked up another shift, and it looked like he would continue to do so for a while.