Levi bites the end of his pen, looking at the old man in front of him ramble on about their new product. Just another boring meeting. His eyes wander, tuning out most of what's being said until they fixate on the navy blue of his new assistant's blazer. His gaze travels up and down the shorter man's body, biting his pen harder.

His new assistant has been quite the pleasant distraction, watching him run around the office fetching things. Levi had told him his pants weren't quite right for the dress code, suggesting he wear "tighter,""blacker" ones instead. And since then, the view has been thoroughly enjoyable.

He bites his pencil harder, eyeing that ass in those tight pants, imagining how that soft flesh would feel under his hands as the assistant shifts in his seat. He glances quickly at the other men around the table before returning to mentally undressing his assistant, visualizing him grinding feverishly on his lap or bent over his desk taking his cock.

Levi clears his throat, shifting in his seat and placing a hand over his crotch to hide the obvious bulge. Leaning forward, he tries to focus on the meeting. "Mr. Hearth, do you have anything to add?" one of the men asks. Levi shakes his head, forcing a pleasant smile. "No, I think it's perfect. We'll proceed with the launch as planned," he says, struggling to keep his eyes from drifting back to his assistant.

His cock aches. After the meeting, he sits alone in his office, watching his assistant approach with his coffee. Always so considerate. Levi chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Come here." As the assistant walks forward, Levi gently cups the back of his thigh, slowly moving his hand upward and feeling the smaller man shiver. Wearing his signature cat-like smile, his hand softly cups the assistant's ass. "Can you do something for me, love?"