The charity gala filled the grand ballroom with silk, champagne, and the low hum of powerful people pretending to care about causes.
Julian stood at Nikolai’s side in a tailored black suit, the last of his scent carefully masked with a fresh dose that already felt thin under the heat of the room and the Alpha’s constant proximity.
Nikolai’s hand rested low on the small of his back, fingers spread, possessive enough that every person who approached noticed.
“Smile,” Nikolai murmured against his ear.
“You’re my date tonight.
Act like you belong on my arm.” Julian kept his expression polite.
“I am scanning the room.
Three possible threats near the east balcony.
Two more by the bar.” “Good.
Keep scanning.
And keep leaning into my hand like you want to be here.” Nikolai’s fingers slid lower, brushing the top of Julian’s ass in a slow, deliberate stroke that looked casual to anyone watching.
Julian’s breath caught.
His cock stirred inside the tailored pants.
“You’re already reacting,” Nikolai said quietly.
“I can feel the tension in your back.
Does public ownership do it for you, or is it just knowing I could bend you over one of these tables if I decided to?” Julian’s voice stayed low.
“You’re pushing it.” “I’m making the cover believable.
Rivals are watching.
They need to see that you’re not just another hired gun.
You’re mine.” A server passed with a tray.
Nikolai took two glasses of champagne and handed one to Julian, using the moment to press closer, his thigh brushing deliberately against Julian’s growing erection.
“Hard already,” Nikolai said.
“Impressive.
We haven’t even left the main floor.” Julian sipped the champagne to hide the way his jaw tightened.
“There is a man near the stairs watching you too closely.
Dark suit.
Scar on the left hand.” “I see him.
Stay close.” Nikolai guided him through the crowd with that same proprietary hand, introducing him as his companion for the evening.
Every introduction came with a light touch to Julian’s waist, his wrist, the back of his neck.
Each one made Julian’s cock thicken further.
At one point Nikolai’s fingers slipped just under the waistband of his pants for a second, stroking bare skin, before pulling back like nothing had happened.
“You’re leaking,” Nikolai whispered as they moved on.
“I can feel the heat coming off you.
Keep walking like that cock isn’t throbbing.” Halfway through the first hour Nikolai leaned in again.
“VIP lounge.
Now.
I need a private word.” They moved through a side corridor and into a locked private room with low lighting, a long couch, and a one-way glass that looked out over the ballroom.
The door sealed behind them.
Nikolai turned the lock and pushed Julian back against it in the same motion.
“Pants open.
I want to see how hard you got from me touching you in front of all those people.” Julian’s hands moved.
He unzipped and freed his cock.
It was fully hard, the head already wet.
Nikolai wrapped a hand around it and stroked once, slow, thumb spreading the precum over the tip.
“Look at that.
Leaking from a few public touches and some whispered ownership.
You’re filthy under all that professional silence.” Julian’s hips pushed into the grip.
“Someone could come looking for you.” “Then they can wait.” Nikolai dropped to his knees, took Julian into his mouth, and sucked hard.
Julian’s head thudded back against the door.
Nikolai worked him with deep, wet pulls, one hand rolling his balls, the other sliding back to press two fingers against his entrance through the fabric.
He sucked harder, taking him to the back of his throat and holding there while Julian’s thighs started to shake.
Julian’s voice came out rough.
“Nikolai—fuck, your mouth—” Nikolai pulled off with a wet sound, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to the head of Julian’s cock.
“Turn around.
Hands on the door.
I want to fuck you while you watch the room through the glass.
Every time someone walks past, you’re going to remember my cock is inside you and they have no idea.” Julian turned.
Nikolai shoved his pants down to mid-thigh, spit on his fingers, and pushed two inside.
Julian was already slick.
Nikolai worked them in and out slowly at first, curling them until Julian pushed back for more.
“You’re dripping down my hand,” Nikolai said.
“Soaking my fingers just from having my mouth on you and knowing the whole ballroom is on the other side of that glass.
You want this that badly?” “Yes,” Julian managed.
Nikolai added a third finger, stretching him open with deliberate thrusts.
“Tell me what you want.” “Your cock.
Inside me.
Now.” Nikolai pulled his fingers free, lined up, and sank in with one hard thrust.
Julian’s forehead pressed to the cool wood.
“Fuck—” “Quiet.
Or the whole ballroom will hear what their host’s date sounds like when he takes Alpha cock.” Nikolai set a deep, steady rhythm, one hand locked around Julian’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke his cock in time with the thrusts.
Through the one-way glass the party continued, unaware.
Julian’s eyes stayed open, watching the crowd while Nikolai fucked him harder.
“You’re clenching every time someone looks this way,” Nikolai growled against his neck.
“Do you like the risk?
Knowing any of them could walk in and see you bent over with my cock buried in you?” Julian’s answer came out broken.
“Yes.” “Say it properly.” “I like the risk.
I like knowing they could see.” Nikolai’s hand tightened on his cock.
“Good.
Because you’re going to come like this.
Watching them.
Taking me.” He thrust deeper, angling to hit the spot that made Julian’s knees weaken.
“Feel how hard I am inside you.
That’s from walking you around that room knowing you were getting hard for me in public.
Now take it.” He fucked him faster, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the small room.
Julian’s cock throbbed in his grip.
Nikolai leaned in and bit the side of his neck, just hard enough to sting.
“You’re going to walk back out there with my come still inside you and that pretty suit hiding how used you look.
Every time you sit down you’re going to feel me leaking out of you.
Every time someone talks to you you’re going to remember my cock stretching you open while they smiled and had no idea.” Julian’s orgasm hit hard.
He came across the door with a muffled cry, body locking tight around Nikolai.
Nikolai kept stroking him through it, milking every pulse, then fucked him through the aftershocks without slowing.
“Still so tight,” Nikolai said.
“Still taking every inch like you need it.
I’m not done.” He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in.
“You’re going to stay hard for me.
I want another one out of you before we leave this room.” Julian’s voice was wrecked.
“I just came—” “And you’re going to come again.” Nikolai’s hand returned to his cock, already half-hard and oversensitive, stroking it firmly back to full hardness while he kept thrusting deep.
“Look at the glass.
Watch them.
Think about how none of them know their host is balls-deep in his date right now.” The second orgasm built slower, meaner.
Nikolai changed the angle, grinding against that spot on every stroke until Julian was shaking and pushing back to meet him.
When it hit, Julian came with a broken, quiet sound, spilling over Nikolai’s fist again.
Nikolai followed a few strokes later, burying himself deep and flooding him in heavy pulses.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard.
Nikolai pulled out slowly, watching his come drip down the inside of Julian’s thigh.
He gathered some of it on his fingers and pushed it back inside, holding it there.
“Keep it in,” he ordered.
“I want you walking around that ballroom full of me.” He fixed Julian’s pants with deliberate care, tucking him away still soft and sensitive, then cleaned his own hands on a handkerchief like nothing had happened.
“Clean enough to pass,” Nikolai said.
“But every time you sit down for the rest of the night, you’re going to feel me.
And every time someone looks at you on my arm, they’re going to smell a little more of what we just did, because those blockers are already weakening again.” Julian turned and met his eyes.
“You’re going to get us both killed.” Nikolai’s mouth curved.
“Maybe.
But you’ll die with my come still dripping out of you, and that seems like a better way to go than most options in this life.” He kissed him once, deep and claiming, tongue sliding against Julian’s like he was still fucking him, then unlocked the door.
“Back to the floor.
Stay close.
And Julian?” “Yes.” “If anyone else touches you tonight, I’m dragging you back in here and making you come again while they wait outside the door.
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