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“It’s three o’clock in the morning, and I don’t have a date.”
The sentence was barely more than a growl, not that anyone needed to hear it, what with the expression on Dan’s face as he looked around. With a single declaration from Roz, the women in the cafeteria and surrounding hallways cleared out with a form no mob should be able to pull off.
Dan kept his gaze on Harry.
The judge widened his eyes slightly. “Better safe than sorry, boys!” Harry called out, and if Dan wasn’t so turned on, backed up, and slightly ticked off, he might’ve found it funny, especially when everyone else cleared the floor in less than a second.
He watched them go, catching sight of Harry’s hat going around the corner. After a moment, he stood, blindly pushed the random shouting man aside in his way and followed. He knew where to go. They both did.
When he got to Harry’s office, so worked up he could barely knock, he had never heard anything as beautiful as the invitation for him to go in.
Two weeks. Two weeks he had gone without sex. Two weeks without even relieving himself on the off-chance it would mess up the now-unnecessary test. So while this wasn’t exactly a new situation, him standing like a sex-starved Frankenstein’s monster and Harry smiling good-naturedly while perched on his desk, Dan didn’t feel like their normal dynamic would quite cut it tonight.
Instead, he stepped through the door and slammed it.
“No chance of getting home, huh?” Harry asked, calmly and rhetorically.
Dan shook his head anyway, striding forward and using every advantage of his long legs to get him to Harry faster.
He did try to be as gentle as he took Harry into his arms, careful not to bonk heads as he kissed him. Even though they were the same height, Harry was still smaller than him. Of course, that just made it that much easier to grab and put him up against the wall as they kissed.
Harry, for his part, quickly gathered what this was about, and while he didn’t get shy, he made sure not to try and match his intensity. That’s what Dan liked most about him. He always seemed to know exactly what he needed.
Nine times out of ten, he needed Harry in control. It was something that the other man did very well, between his position as a judge and just his predilection for… Dan wouldn’t say bossing people around, more like... being able to guide with a firm hand. And in the bedroom, or office in this case, forget about it.
But this was on of those times when Dan didn’t particularly need that. He just needed release, and to take it whichever way he could. When they finally broke away to breathe, Harry had a small grin on his face.
“What are we talking tonight, Dan?” He asked, almost jovially, slowly pulling at his buttons.
Dan let him open his shirt, loving the calmness of Harry’s presence as he caught his breath. He indicated to the desk, his eyebrows raised in question.
“You never can separate business and pleasure, can you?” Harry quipped. Dan pulled on the man’s tie.
“Harry,” he growled. “Shut up.”