prompt: someone (preferably Bruce) is under Harvey's desk while he deals with some business
Gosh I wish that was me 😫😫😫
Tucked neatly away beneath the hard wood of Harvey's work desk, the warmth from Bruce's cramped, flushed body paired with the heat radiating from Harvey's thick legs made for a uniquely uncomfortable hiding place.
"Boss! Gerry phoned, says that Sionis' men have been spotted setting up around the fishery down by the western dock."
His vision limited, Bruce could only just peek out to see the open scowl which lay on Harvey's features as he stared down the pair of goons who had knocked on his door; a scowl constructed of such open malice that Bruce doubted either of them would dare to interrupt again.
One of the men spoke, his thick accent and nasal voice carrying across the room with ease.
Bruce's ears perked up at the information even as a wicked idea alit within his mind as his gaze once more flicked ahead to Harvey's painfully-hard cock - the length still slickened by his mouth despite the timely interruption which had forced him into hiding.
"Good. Now I know where the slimy bastard is hiding out."
The hoarseness of Harvey's voice amused Bruce no end and his fingers danced across the strained fabric of the split suit which covered Harvey's knees, slowing travelling up his thick thighs.
Smirking, Bruce relished in the tickle of the faux-moustache which remained loyally stuck to his upper lip even through all of the agitation it had endured.
"Hey, where's Matches? Did he split?"
The second goon voice entered the fray, his much deeper and brassy.
"When it's your damn business, I'll let you know."
Bruce dipped his head forward, wetting a sordid line up Harvey's cock with his tongue, and it was only Bruce's iron-grip on the clothed knees that prevent them from jerking up and striking against the hard wood table.
Despite the aggression in the tone, the subtle amusement did not go unnoticed as Bruce traced his fingers across the soft, velvety skin of Harvey's exposed cock, enjoying the way that it twitched towards his fingers, begging for more.
Well, it would be rude not to.
A strangled cough from above was quickly smothered by a soft noise, almost like a suited forearm pressing itself to lips.
"My plans for Sionis will wait until I've met with Cobblepot." Harvey stated, regaining some composure even as his hips rocked dangerously against Bruce's lips. "Do not move until I've given the signal."
Bruce dropped his lips to the weeping tip of Harvey's cock, tasting the pre-cum there as he teased and took advantage of the unfortunate predicament.
"Fuck." Harvey hissed, slamming a hand against the desk; the force causing the wood to vibrate around Bruce almost as a unspoken threat.
"You okay, boss?" The nasal goon asked.
"Fuck off out of my office." Harvey hissed, "And don't come back until I call you."
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Lucifer, ranting: Oh and he's so fucking infuriating! Thinks he can just waltz into that hotel, and into my daughter's life! Daring to argue with me, ME! The King of Hell! With his stupid coat and the ugliest fucking haircut I've ever seen, strolling around as if he owned the place!
Asmodeus, Sin of Lust, able to tell Exactly what is going on, pouring him a second margarita: Mhmm, tell me more, girl.
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