Chapter 45: Objection overruled...by his cock -9

The final day of trial moved like a blade. Julian and Gabriel stood on the same side of the aisle for the first time, the bond mark on Julian’s throat hidden under a high collar but impossible to ignore for anyone who knew what to look for. The true evidence had come together over the weekend at the cabin. The man they had both been circling for weeks was not the defendant. It was the state’s own key witness, the one who had fed them both carefully constructed lies.

Gabriel handled the cross. Julian supplied the documents at exactly the right moments. Between them they dismantled the witness in under an hour. By the time the judge sent the jury out, the outcome was no longer in doubt. The verdict came back before the afternoon recess. Not guilty. The real perpetrator was taken into custody before he left the building.

The gallery emptied slowly. Reporters swarmed the hallway. Julian and Gabriel gave the minimum statements required and then disappeared into the secure elevator that led to the prosecutor’s private floor.

The moment the office door shut behind them Gabriel locked it and turned. Julian was already on him. They met in a hard, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of adrenaline and victory. Gabriel’s hands gripped Julian’s waist and walked him backward until his shoulders hit the heavy wooden door.

"We did it," Julian said against his mouth, voice rough with leftover courtroom fire. "Together."

Gabriel’s answer was a low sound of agreement. He yanked Julian’s collar open, exposing the fresh bond mark, and dragged his mouth over it. Julian’s head tipped back against the door. A sharp breath left him. Gabriel’s hands were already working his belt open, shoving trousers and briefs down just far enough. Julian did the same for him, freeing the thick length of Gabriel’s cock and stroking it once from base to tip, thumb spreading the precome already beading at the head.

"Fuck me right here," Julian said. "Against the door. I want to feel the win in every inch of me."

Gabriel spun him and pressed him face-first against the wood. He kicked Julian’s feet apart, reached between his thighs, and found him already slick and open. Two fingers pushed inside without warning, curling deep. Julian’s back arched. A broken sound left him. Gabriel worked him open with rough efficiency, adding a third finger and scissoring them until Julian was pushing back onto every stroke.

"You are soaking already," Gabriel muttered against the back of his neck. "Did winning get you this wet or was it knowing I was going to bend you over the second we were alone?"

Julian’s hands braced against the door. "Both. Now stop teasing and put it in me."

Gabriel pulled his fingers free, lined up, and drove in with one hard thrust that seated him fully. The stretch forced a raw sound from Julian’s throat. Gabriel stayed buried for a second, letting him feel every thick inch, then set a punishing pace from the first stroke. The door rattled in its frame with every impact. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the office. Gabriel’s hands gripped Julian’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him exactly where he wanted him while he fucked him deep and fast.

"Harder," Julian demanded. "I want to still feel it when we walk out of here."

Gabriel gave him harder. One hand slid around and wrapped around Julian’s cock, stroking in time with the deep snaps of his hips. The dual sensation pushed Julian toward the edge fast. His forehead dropped against the door. Soft, desperate sounds left him with every drive of Gabriel’s cock.

"Knot me," Julian said, voice strained. "Right here. I want to lock with you while the building is still full of people who have no idea what we are doing."

Gabriel’s control frayed. His thrusts turned short and deep. The knot swelled quickly and locked tight on the next push. The pressure of it expanding inside Julian dragged a raw cry from his throat. Gabriel’s hand kept working his cock through it. Julian came hard, spilling over Gabriel’s fist and the door in thick pulses while his body clenched rhythmically around the lock.

Gabriel followed a second later with a low, possessive growl against the bond mark. He pulsed deep, flooding Julian while the knot kept every drop sealed inside. His hips jerked through the aftershocks, grinding the lock deeper as he emptied himself.

They stayed pressed together against the door while their breathing slowed. Gabriel’s mouth brushed soft kisses over the mark on Julian’s throat. His free hand stroked up and down Julian’s side in slow, grounding passes.

Julian’s voice came out hoarse. "That is not enough. I am still hard. I still need more of you."

Gabriel’s laugh was quiet and rough against his skin. "Greedy. I like it."

When the knot finally softened enough to ease free, Gabriel pulled out slowly. A thick rush of come and slick followed, running down the inside of Julian’s thighs. Gabriel turned him around, kissed him deep and thorough, then dropped to his knees right there on the office carpet. He licked a long stripe up the mess on Julian’s thigh, then took Julian’s still-hard cock into his mouth in one smooth motion.

Julian’s head thudded back against the door. "Fuck. Gabriel—"

Gabriel hummed around him and took him deeper, one hand gripping the base while the other reached behind and pushed two fingers back into the loose, wet heat of Julian’s ass. He curled them deliberately, stroking the same spot he had just been pounding, while he sucked Julian with long, focused pulls. Julian’s fingers tangled in his hair. His hips started to move in short, helpless thrusts.

"I am going to come again," Julian warned, voice breaking.

Gabriel only sucked harder and pressed his fingers deeper. Julian came with a broken moan, spilling down Gabriel’s throat in thick pulses. Gabriel swallowed every drop, then pulled off with a wet sound and stood. His own cock was hard again, flushed and heavy, the knot still slightly swollen at the base.

"On the desk," Gabriel said. "I am not done with you."

Julian let himself be guided across the office. Gabriel swept a stack of folders aside and bent him forward over the polished wood. He stepped between Julian’s spread thighs, lined up, and pushed back into the mess of his own come and Julian’s slick with one long thrust. Both of them groaned at the easy, filthy slide.

This round was slower only in the beginning. Once Gabriel was fully seated he set a deep, grinding pace, rolling his hips so the thick ridge of his cock dragged over Julian’s prostate on every stroke. Julian’s cheek pressed to the desk. His hands gripped the far edge. Soft, continuous sounds left him with every movement.

"You feel that?" Gabriel asked, voice low. "That is me still inside you after we just won the biggest case of both our careers. The entire floor thinks we are reviewing paperwork. Instead I am buried in you and you are taking it like you were made for it."

Julian pushed back to meet every thrust. "I was. Now stop talking and fuck me properly."

Gabriel’s control slipped again. He gripped Julian’s hips and drove in harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet office. One hand slid under Julian’s chest and pinched a nipple through the open shirt, rolling it between his fingers until Julian’s breath stuttered. The other hand returned to Julian’s cock, stroking the half-hard length back to full hardness with firm, steady pulls.

"Come on my cock again," Gabriel ordered. "I want to feel it."

Julian’s body obeyed. The third orgasm hit him harder than the first two, ripping through him in long, shaking waves. His ass clenched tight around Gabriel’s cock as he spilled over the edge of the desk and Gabriel’s fist. The rhythmic squeezing pushed Gabriel over the edge with him. He buried himself to the hilt and locked a second time, knot swelling tight as he flooded Julian with another thick load. A low, almost pained sound left him as the pleasure peaked and held.

They stayed locked over the desk for a long time, Gabriel’s chest pressed to Julian’s back, mouth open against the bond mark, licking and kissing the skin while their breathing slowly evened out. Julian’s legs trembled. Gabriel’s arms stayed wrapped around him, holding him steady.

When the knot finally softened, Gabriel pulled out with care. The rush of come that followed was heavier this time. He reached for the box of tissues on the console table and cleaned them both with slow, thorough strokes, then helped Julian straighten his clothes. The flush on Julian’s cheekbones and the heavy scent of sex on both of them would still be obvious to anyone who got too close.

Gabriel cupped the side of Julian’s face. "Tonight we go home. Our home. No more separate apartments. No more pretending this is temporary."

Julian leaned into the touch, still breathing a little unevenly. "Good. I am done sleeping without you. And next time we celebrate a win, I want you to take even longer with me."

Gabriel’s mouth curved. He kissed him again, slower this time, lingering. "Careful what you ask for. I have a very long list of ways I still want to take you."

They stayed in the locked office a few more minutes, trading unhurried kisses while the adrenaline of the verdict settled into something warmer and more permanent. Outside the door the building continued its usual afternoon noise. Inside, the only thing that mattered was the bond between them and the future they had just started to claim in public.