Till death do us part [cw]

Quite honestly that trip away to go skiing had been just what Romeo had needed. Even if they had spent so much time together, it felt like he missed Eden still when he went off to work, and Romeo resumed with his studies. He was taking a small break, pouring some coffee for himself in the kitchen as Josette and Kareema were out of the house. Kareema back at work and Josette spoke something about tutoring someone. What that was about, he wasn't quite sure. But as he took his first sip, a message ticked in on his phone. While studying he mostly kept it on silent, but the message from Eden made him a little suspicious. They had had a good long talk before about how they shouldn't mix work and their private life, but after things were more or less set in stone for the two of them, he guessed it changed a lot of things.
Humming to himself, yet not replying yet, he went back to his room, getting dressed in to more work related attire. He had missed his nicely pressed suit and tie, checking himself in the mirror briefly. No, this wouldn't do. He went to the bathroom, slicking back his hair, making himself look reminiscent of a businessman. However on him, he had to admit, it looked pretty stylish. His suit was pretty standard, a dark blue almost black color with a white shirt underneath and a nice dark tie to go with it. Matching his belt to his shoes he called for a car which was quickly prepared for him. He had his stuff with him in a nice bag, one that Kareema had gotten for him for Solstice. He typed Eden a simple reply, one that would undoubtedly make him go a little crazy.

[Romeo:] I'm on my way.

Arriving at the office, Romeo got out, adjusting his jacket slightly before heading inside. People were turning their heads, some knowing who he was, others wanting to find out. Heading up the stairs he stopped once he reached Eden's secretary, giving her a polite smile. "Mister Parish has set up a meeting for me today?" he asked, a polite smile on his lips, but he already knew that right now that wasn't on the vampyre's mind as much as it was seeing him. However he would be stupid not to take the opportunity to add this to his resume.

Gods he hated that name. A name that would've before made him proud now made him want to curl in on himself. But he didn't show it. He was too proud. As she made the call he could already imagine Eden on the other line. Were they doing something bad? On the other hand, the rest of the world seemed so hung up on breaking them apart, that this small gesture would be good for them. He nodded, thanking her with a polite smile before heading towards the office. He knocked before entering, closing the door behind him, "you asked to see me, mister Parish," he said, his voice warm, looking to where Eden was in the room.

"Well it is your name, is it not, mister Parish?" he asked, being his own bratty self, knowing just when to push a button just right. He however kept himself from teasing him further, watching as the vampyre approached. He had to admit, he was impressed with how both of them were holding back, but it was also rather enticing. The question was asked, the voice so subtly gentle that only the lycan was able to pick up on it. He hummed softly, placing his bag down on one of the chairs, walking over to where Eden kept his alcohol on a nice tray. Touching the tip of one of the bottles he just relaxed his shoulders a bit. "I suppose you're right; I do need the experience to finish my education as it is right now," turning around he looked to Eden, sending him a casual smile, "but of course I wouldn't like to sell myself short; What are you offering me?"

The papers were handed to him, and as he took them from the vampyre, he made sure to only briefly let his fingers brush against the cold hand handing them to him. He looked almost innocently, but he could recognize that look in Eden's eyes. And Romeo was sure he looked very much the same, yet the brat in him was determined not to give in just yet. Flipping through the pages he read about a few of them. Some of them had potential, but what was most important to him was someone who knew about the business, but wouldn't be snooping around in what Romeo and Eden did. "I think he's the one," he said, taking out the paper, dumping the rest of the pile on the floor, knowing how Eden disliked messes. Stepping over them he walked around the office, reading aloud from the paper he had been handed. "Been with the firm for long enough time, lacks no experience, will keep his private life out of this," he mentioned a few points that had captivated him. Turning he finally looked up from the paper with a small smile, opening the button on his jacket, giving the vampyre a little peek at his white and slightly see through shirt beneath. "I think he's very agreeable," he said, placing the paper down on the desk.

"Come on now, Mister Parish, we both know that you are by far the most experienced man here," he said, tilting his head a little to the side. The paper he had picked was blank. Eden hadn't been amongst those he could choose from, but why would he opt for someone less than perfect? "I need to be caught up to speed with everything, and you are simply the best," it wasn't what they had agreed on before this, but both of them knew that if they were to mix work and private life, then they might as well start now. "Of course, I'll be needing quite the, how do you say it ... Intense learning experience," he said, moving his hand to sit in his pocket of his pants, "and I know you to be very thorough."

What Eden was saying right now was exactly what he had been hoping to hear. He wanted someone who was tough, who strived for perfection, because that was what Romeo wanted for himself. He wanted to be independent of his family, wanted to finish his education on his own terms. "And you think I won't give my best every time?" he asked, was the vampyre doubting his willpower? The following question made him hum, not shying away from his touch, rather wanting it almost desperately. But he had to focus, drawing himself away from Eden and his enticing touch. "Why would it not? Do you doubt your own skills as a teacher?" he returned the question quite logically. This was their little cat and mouse game, constantly chasing and teasing one another, wanting the other to be the first to admit defeat. Only Romeo wanted this. If Eden was offering him a spot, he refused to choose anyone but the vampyre.
"As I see it," he said, walking back to the drink tray, filling two glasses with scotch, one for himself and one for Eden, walking back over to him. He wasn't cruel enough to stay away for long. Handing him the drink, he looked at him, "I won't succeed without someone who knows my work ethic, who will be available to me day and night and willing to work long, hard and exhausting hours with me." Moving his glass to meet Eden's, it clinked softly in a cheer, "So what do you say, Mister Parish? Are you willing to take me under your wing?"

"Any good leader, whether it be sales or HR, knows that knowing the ins and outs of every little detail at a firm can prove crucial in the end," he smiled, though the returning tease had made his stomach flutter with pure delight, he needed to show Eden that he was taking this serious as well. As they had both downed their drinks in agreement, Romeo placed his empty glass on the desk. "I trust you will setup a contract that will benefit both parties involved," he said, reaching his hand out to give a business appropriate handshake, though he knew that as soon as their skin touched both of them would have to admit to wanting one another.
"I saw in your calendar that you have postponed a remote meeting," he said, having seen it in the calendar that his secretary flipped through before entering. "How about we let this day be my first? I sure could learn a lot from listening in and taking notes," oh he sounded innocent, but his eyes were giving it away. He wanted to taste his lips, already fantasizing about Eden pushing him over the desk to have his way with him right now. He adjusted his jacket, opting to take it off. This tease was going rather painfully slow, but they couldn't act too crazy at his work place. Rolling up his sleeves he looked positively ready to work.

Eden finally seemed to give in, the last drop having been the one to make him spill over, and Romeo felt almost relieved to feel his cold hands press him closer. The cold for him meant a variety of things, but mostly it meant that Eden was touch starved, that he needed to be warmed up, and the lycan would gladly provide that heat. The whispers and kisses made him sigh, tilting his head to give him more access to his neck, "Mhmm, is that so, Mister Parish?" he hummed softly, clearly loving this, but he remained sounding polite and polished at least for a little while. "I suspect you still have those urges."
Romeo was calm, sorting out some of the papers on Eden's desk, keeping his hands busy and not giving in fully yet. "I keep waiting for you to bend me forward and just take me, Mister Parish, but as we both know you like to take your time," he sighed, it was genuinely something he wanted to happen, but he also felt bad for distracting him this much. "So how about I fix up the papers I dropped earlier ... And you take the meeting in the meantime?" Almost a cruel suggestion, but Romeo wanted to see how far he could push this.

It was getting harder and harder to resist, and as Eden placed the lycan's hands flat against the desk, he couldn't help but smile. A smile that softened to a vulnerable expression as he felt the excitement of the other press against his behind. He couldn't stop his body from slowly grinding against him. "And now you expect me to get fucked in your office?" He asked, though there was a tease in his voice he also wanted to know if Eden meant this seriously. "You know, Mister Parish, I'm engaged ... How do you think my fiancée will react if he found out m mentor was coming on to me like this?" Of course they both knew Eden was one and the same, but the tease fit the work environment just right. "He's not one for sharing me, and I'm faithful to the bone."

Groaning softly under his breath, he wanted to be touched already. He wanted Eden to just take what was rightfully his, and yet the game continued. Gritting his teeth he felt the light taps against his belt, "you'd feel how devoted I am to my fiancé's pleasure," he replied a little hastily, not wanting to make too much noise. He was hard, but the reply he gave could have a number of meanings, and it was more of an invitation for Eden to find out for himself. "I suppose your touch reminds me of the man I fell in love with," being in a business setting was almost like a flashback in time. It felt taboo even now, and yet knowing they were committed to one another, he didn't as much fear the outcome.
"However, would you think it a wise career move if I fucked my mentor on the first day?" He asked, gladly grinding himself against his groin, feeling how impatient he was growing. "And how would I be able to keep it down? You know how noisy I can be."

He gasped softly as his bulge was cupped by Eden's hand. Fuck, it was almost painfully hard now that he had drawn attention to it, bucking his hips in to his palm, almost begging for release. But just as fast as the hand had touched him, just as soon it was gone once again. He was turned around, siting on the desk, feeling Eden's hungry eyes on him. "As I see it we have multiple options to choose from," he said, his cheeks already rosy from this slight teasing. He hadn't ever been the blusher before Eden had come along. It was as if his whole body wanted to show itself off just for his viewing. His lips separated, moaning under his breath as their foreheads connected. In times like these it was as if all of his skin was extra sensitive, making him feel not only his own need but Eden's too.
"Option one ... I let my mentor have his way with me, making a mess of his office and maybe getting a noise complaint," fuck it was erotic just to think about, gasping softly for air. "Option two ... We stop all together, and I'll go home for the day, hoping my fiancé will fuck me senseless in our home." He knew what he was doing here, filling the vampyre's mind with different scenarios. "Option three ... my mentor and my fiancé both makes love to me wherever they want me."