You got to be fucking kidding me. Kian thought to himself as he sees his husband chatting up a storm with his business rival. This is what I get for spoiling him I guess. Kian mumbles to himself as he watches carefully, making sure nothing bad happens. The dim lighting of the party casts shadows across the room, the faint clinking of glasses and murmur of conversation creating a backdrop to his growing frustration.

Kian has been recently having issues with this new company because they had been taking his work without any credits. They don't even have the decency to at least keep his name on the products. In fact they covered his name and rewrote everything as if it were their own. Man he hates businesses who pull this bullshit. Kian had to spend his off hours filling out court papers to shut this company down, the legal documents weighing heavily on his desk like a physical manifestation of his stress.

Sadly due to this he has not been able to give his husband all of his attention like he wants to. His husband did not take that well because Kian had spoiled him rotten, and to get some type of attention, he decided to talk to the enemy boss during this party. The rich scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint aroma of his husband's favorite cologne across the crowded room.

Kian wasn't mad about this. He knew his husband would do something to gain his attention but he couldn't just let this behavior slide. It seems he has to take matters into his own hands. The cool surface of his champagne flute presses against his palm as he makes his decision, the bubbles rising and popping like the tension between them.

It wasn't long before Kian had his beloved husband under his care again in his home office. By care he means burying his cock inside him, making him beg for any type of movement. The warm glow of the desk lamp illuminates their intertwined forms, casting long shadows that dance across the walls as they finally reconnect in the most primal way possible.