A fling. That was what this.. "thing" was supposed to be. A simple fling. A one time thing. But no. It's grown into something reoccurring. Too reoccurring.

This man.. By the Gods was he so enticing. Alexander couldn't resist going back to him. He couldn't resist bringing him to his office almost every other night. He couldn't resist him. It was a delicious poison he couldn't resist drinking again and again.

He knew it was wrong. He had a wife, a son! A family to go home to. And yet he did this so often, so damn often that it felt more normal than his marriage.

He just couldn't stop..

Once again, Alexander had the man pinned to his desk, his white frilled shirt unbuttoned down his chest, his hair all disheveled and crazy, dark bruises marking the soft skin of his neck and shoulders, decorating them nicely.

Alexander's coat was off, his own white frilled shirt unbuttoned down his chest. His hair, a usual mess in itself, was even messier, if possible. He was panting against the man's skin, sweat beading his brow.

Alexander held the man's hands tightly in his own as he kept him pinned against his desk, holding on so tightly, as if he was afraid that he'd disappear if he let go of loosened his grip.

This feeling.. It was addictive. Dangerously addictive. Alexander couldn't get enough of it. It was like he was high every time he was around this man, and he just couldn't come down. He didn't want to.