Adrian's Hotel Room, The Parthenon
Brad's long, sinewy limbs were spread out as Adrian moved above him, utterly in control of the situation. Each touch was wildfire to the horomonal youth, and the intensity in Adrian's eyes took his breath away. His boss was losing himself, Brad realized. Making love to him with abandon. A hand grabbed the headboard to steady himself.
The moonlight bathed over their entwined bodies, spilling over well-developed muscles and the exquisite clash of Adrian's golden skin over Brad's pale, more fair flesh. Adrian's lower body had initially been covered by the soft, silk sheets, but those sheets had crawled down to his ankles, offering a tantalizing glimpse to Alison's calculating blue eyes.
So lost was he, that Adrian hardly registered her voice as she rudely interrupted. No matter.
But Brad was a decent boy. He sort of gasped and tried to cover himself and..well..stop. Yet Adrian, ever in control, silenced him with an abrupt kiss, crushing their mouths together. That, combined with the pheromones that filtered in the room as freely as oxygen, quickly brought Brad's mind to the matter at hand.
"So good...so..ahh..yeah Adrian. Fuck," he moaned, as Adrian took a quick holiday towards his succulent, exposed neck, making crude sucking sounds. Damn, that'd leave marks in the morning.
Alison could hardly know how long they had been going, but both acted oblivious to her presence for a full five minutes, in which she was exposed to Adrian's masterful command of sex. Though normally he was slow and gentle, she had caught Adrian in a moment where his mind was detached from his body, and each thrust was savage and full of passion.
In those last, beautiful moments, Brad clung with both hands onto Adrian's broad back, leaving scratch marks as he gripped onto the muscular celebrity for dear life. And then it ended with Brad's sole cry; Adrian clenched his teeth and remained silent, though his angry brown gaze spoke volumes.
Adrian collapsed onto Brad. Brad groaned, content for a while. Adrian slept. For a minute.
"Leave," he said, when he had rolled onto his back and finally regarded Alison. Brad gave her one look, squaked in terror, and with his sheets around him, fled. The slam of the hotel door signaled his exit.
"Alison," Adrian greeted her, now sitting up. He made no move to cover himself; his body glistened beautifully with a combination of sweat and of course, the ever intrusive moonlight.