2. A ‘Deposit’

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A ‘DEPOSIT'

Wren stared at the man, stunned.

He'd known that Fang was tall. But nothing prepared him for seeing it up close; Fang was really more of a giant, his body twice as wide as Wren's, his height... He probably had to dip his head so he didn't hit it coming through the office doorway.

"M-me? You want to watch me? " Wren squeaked.

The rest of Fang's words filtered in. He wants to watch me naked. And now Wren's face burned so hot, he thought his skin might peel off.

"Yes." Fang glanced at Steffie's backpack. "But I would like you to set Steffie down for a moment. I want this conversation to be between us only."

He gestured at a couch in one corner of the room. Wren stumbled over, his legs weak like jelly.

"Be back soon," he whispered. Steffie could see and hear him through the mesh, but the bag was spelled to mimic a one-way mirror. Without the reflection. Wren added some temporary runes—to glue the bag to the couch so Steffie wouldn't wriggle off, and to muffle all sounds and fog up her vision beyond the bag.

It wasn't the best solution, but he didn't have time to construct something more elaborate right now.

He turned back to Fang. "She can't see or hear us."

That sounded so incriminating.

"Good," Fang murmured.

Wren faltered when he was a few paces away from the man. "S-so, um. All I have to do is... strip?"

Fang's gaze darkened. "I may ask to see you at any point during our journey there and back. I will watch you when you undress. When you shower. When you touch yourself. And occasionally, I may request that you wear a toy."

"A toy?!"

"A plug." Fang's eyes flickered to Wren's hips. "I will provide a selection. You may choose from them."

Wren hadn't so much as kissed another person before. Were it anyone else asking, he would've had second thoughts. But if Fang wanted to see every inch of him, if Fang wanted to put anything at all inside him...

He swayed on his feet, his pants too tight. "I... I don't look that great."

He could've kicked himself.

Fang raised an eyebrow. "You look gorgeous, Wren."

No one had ever said that about him. Wren stared, the words echoing in his ears without quite sinking in. "Um. W-will you also be touching me?"

"No. I would just like to watch you. I... enjoy watching." Fang swept his gaze down Wren's body, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, in a way that was nowhere near innocent.

Wren's nipples grew hard, straining against his T-shirt. Fang's mouth twitched into a smile.

For a fleeting moment, Wren wondered if Fang would reach out, and touch him where he ached. But Fang only tucked his hands into his pockets, and—

There was a very prominent bulge between Fang's legs. It was thick. Long. Wren wasn't even sure it could fit inside him; it was so big.

How could anyone's cock be that big? He shuddered, his entire body burning with want.

He almost felt disappointed that Fang didn't want to try pushing it inside.

Fang prowled around Wren, his gaze stroking over Wren's body. Wren felt himself grow wetter; he felt the fabric at his tip soak through. A dark spot appeared at the end of his bulge, betraying him completely.

"Now," Fang murmured, coming to stand in front of Wren again. "Your request is going to cost me a lot of upfront investment—my time and money. I will have to rearrange my schedule immediately. So, I would like a deposit."

"What kind of deposit?" Wren squeaked.

Fang met his eyes. "Strip."

Wren grew so wet, he leaked into his underwear. "A-are we going to—?!"

"To...?" Fang smiled, his teeth sharp.

"Are you going to—to touch me?" Wren blushed furiously.

Fang dragged his tongue over his lips, the shape of it wide, flat and inhuman. "No. Not yet, at least."

But the possibility of it made Wren squirm harder. He didn't have any delusions that Fang would fall in love with someone like him, but if he could have the pleasure of Fang's touch, if he could pretend that Fang liked him, for just a short while...

Fang's voice dipped lower. "I told you to strip."

Wren grew so hot between his legs, he couldn't stand still. "Um, what if someone comes in?"

"No one will unless I let them." But Fang strode over to the door and locked it anyway, the quiet click of metal going straight to Wren's cock.

Fang leaned back against the door and folded his arms, a hungry smile playing on his lips. "Well?"

Wren's breath rushed out. His hands shook as he grasped the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up his stomach, up his chest, and off his shoulders. He dropped it carefully on the desk.

Fang pushed off the door and stalked closer, his gaze raking heavily down Wren's body. He focused on Wren's face for a long time as though he wanted to memorize it—Wren's dark hair, his plain brown eyes, his upturned nose, his slightly-open mouth. Wren wet his lips nervously, and Fang sucked in a slow breath.

"That pink tongue of yours," Fang whispered. "Small and wet. It'll take you a while to lick my entire cock."

Wren's fingers slipped off the button on his jeans. He hurried to unbutton them, his blush going down his chest. The rasp of his zipper was so loud in the quiet office.

"Leave your underwear on."

"O-okay." Wren made sure to only grab his jeans, pushing them down his legs. When he bent over to get his shoes off, Fang groaned.

In fact, Fang circled around behind him, watching Wren's ass as he slipped off his socks, too.

"You soaked through your briefs," Fang growled. "So wet for me."

Wren was so embarrassed, he wanted to cover up. "N-no one has seen me naked before."

Fang adjusted himself. "Has anyone touched you before?"

"N-no."

"Have you kissed anyone on the lips?"

Wren shook his head, flushing. "Is it a bad thing?"

"No. Not at all," Fang murmured.

Wren had wished he'd lost his virginity sooner, but the timing had never been right. He'd never found the right person, or he'd just been too busy.

But standing before Fang, letting Fang rake his gaze up and down his body... Wren was glad that he hadn't. Because no one else made him feel like this, all hot and shivery without even a single touch.

"Straighten up."

Wren obeyed, peeking at Fang in case the man changed his mind.

Except Fang licked his lips again, taking deeper breaths now. He glanced at Wren's mouth, then his throat and shoulders, his gaze sliding to Wren's hard nipples. They tingled under his attention; Fang stepped so close that heat rolled off his body and soaked into Wren.

Before Wren could sway toward him, Fang stepped back, his gaze dipping to Wren's belly and the obvious bulge of his pink briefs, complete with a dark spot at his tip.

Wren wanted to hide his face. He'd never had anyone see him this aroused before. He felt so vulnerable in front of Fang, even as his body ached for Fang's touch.

"Hook your thumb into your waistband."

Wren obeyed.

"Pull it open."

Wren's cheeks burned. But he pulled the elastic away from his body, whimpering when Fang looked into his underwear, to see his flushed, naked cock straining inside.

The longer Fang stared at it, the wetter Wren grew. He felt so exposed.

"Such a pretty cock," Fang whispered. "Let it out. Show me how much it needs release."

A soft sound escaped Wren's mouth. He squirmed and pulled down the front of his briefs, wanting to hide himself when his cock sprang out and jutted straight up, his foreskin pulled back from his glistening tip; he was so hard.

"Beautiful," Fang whispered. He circled Wren, looking him up and down, taking so long that it felt as though he'd seen every inch three times. "Now, step out of those briefs, and bend over my desk."

Wren's breath rushed out of him. His hands shook when he pushed his briefs down.

The office air was cool on his skin. He was naked in an office. Fang's office.

It should've felt wrong, but all he wanted was for Fang to put his hands on him, to touch him where he ached.

He bent over the edge of Fang's desk. Knowing his ass was sticking out, all for Fang.

"Get up on tiptoes."

Wren obeyed.

"Spread your legs."

Wren squirmed and flushed, but he opened his legs wide. Hoping it was enough for Fang to want to touch him.

Fang's breathing was rougher now. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. "Present yourself."

Wren moaned, his entire body prickling self-consciously. But he reached behind and grasped his cheeks, spreading them wide to show Fang his drenched hole.

"Fuck," Fang whispered.

Wren's slick dripped down his inner thighs.

"You're so shy."

"Yes." Wren's voice cracked.

"But you're still so hard. Completely wet for me."

Wren whimpered. "Will you touch me?"

For a long moment, the only sound in the office was their panting.

Then, "Put your underwear back on, Wren."

Wren could've cried. But he obeyed, his slick smearing on his thighs, his cock tenting the front of his briefs. He had to tuck himself in so he'd stay down. Every movement made his cock rub against his underwear, and he almost sobbed.

"Now, your pants."

Wren stepped into those, too.

"Your shirt."

"I need to come." Wren shuddered.

"Go home and get yourself off," Fang murmured. "Think of me."

Wren almost swallowed his tongue. He pulled on his T-shirt, then his socks and shoes.

When he turned around, he found Fang adjusting the big, thick bulge in his pants.

"That's not gonna fit," Wren blurted. But maybe he wanted to try and fit it anyway. Maybe he wanted Fang to come deep inside him.

Fang only smiled. "It will if we're determined enough."

A helpless sound fell out of Wren's mouth.

When he was fully dressed, he picked Steffie off the couch, clipping the backpack against his chest.

"Follow me," Fang said.

And he walked straight out of his office, with that thick bulge completely visible in his pants.

He led Wren out through a staff entrance, unlocking a deep purple SUV. He held open the back door, and waited until Wren got in.

Fang drove. Wren wasn't expecting it, but Fang drove him all the way back to Blade's mansion, and delivered him straight to the front door.

As they waited for Blade's butler to let him in, Fang murmured, "Text me the address of your apartment. We'll leave tomorrow."

Then he disappeared into his car, and he was driving away even before Wren could say Thank you.