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This meeting was stupid.
Zeb was slouched in a chair in front of the holo table, one hand supporting his chin against the metal surface while the other's fingers drummed incessantly. One of his feet simply couldn't sit still and was bouncing against the hard floor.
He felt incredibly restless.
Nothing that was being spoken by the ring of his mutuals and superiors seemed to have any relevance to him specifically, so he simply sat there, thoughts wandering, bored out of his mind.
At least he had something nice to settle his eyes on. Across the table in the darkly lit room stood none other than his favorite human. Kallus appeared to be focused intently on whatever Dodanna was saying somewhere to Zeb's left, occasionally giving his own input when prompted.
Zeb couldn't help but admire the way the blue light from the holo illuminated his mate's features, highlighting his cheeks and fluffy hair. As straight laced and professional as the man was under public scrutiny, Zeb knew how wound up he could get. When he needed, he needed now. The lasat loved teasing him, pushing him just to the edge of that all consuming desire and seeing how long he could keep him there.
Kallus, seeming to sense eyes on him, quietly met his boyfriend's gaze, lifting a brow inquisitively.
Well, Zeb mused, he needed to entertain himself somehow. And he loved being mean.
He quickly scanned the room to see if anyone was looking before catching his mate with an intense stare. The hand supporting his chin shifted so his wide middle finger rested in front of his mouth. His lips parted and he made a great show of snaking his tongue slowly up the digit, swirling around it in precisely the way he knew Kallus liked it before kissing the tip, winking at his lover, ear tips wiggling.
Kallus' eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped, cheeks quickly staining a deep pink before seeming to remember where he was. He shot Zeb a warning glare and schooled his face back into a neutral expression. The blush stayed.
Oh, Zeb thought, oh this would be fun.
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He really, really shouldn't be encouraging this, Kallus thought. The meeting had ended and he was seated at his desk in the open office space. Zeb was behind him, faced away, chatting with a colleague. If he were any closer, he'd be sitting on Kallus' shoulder. If he really wanted to, he could easily reach back and grope the jumpsuit clad ass so near to him.
He grappled with the idea. They were in public. People could see him, and he had a reputation to uphold. But then Zeb backed up even more, bumping the back of his chair with a wide thigh, seeming to both be oblivious to the proximity and somehow appeared to be doing it intentionally.
Well, thought Kallus, he DID intend to seek revenge for the stunt Zeb pulled at the meeting.
By some blessing, there was a single moment when not a single eye was on him, all heads turned away like it was divine intervention. Kallus silently shot his left hand over his shoulder, grabbing strong muscle and squeezed.
He felt Zeb jump at the contact. In the reflection of his screen he could see dark ears perk up in surprise as his hand returned to its usual task.
Zeb was called away and just before he disappeared around the corner their eyes met. Kallus gave him his best innocent smile. A wicked grin spread over Zeb's face.
Oh, it was on.
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The next time they saw each other it was brief, each talking to a fellow officer as they passed one another in the hall. Their shoulders brushed and before Kallus could react, he felt a large clawed hand land on his leg and stroke up firmly over his crotch. He nearly stumbled, whipping his head around. Zeb's pace hadn't slowed at all as he gave a flirty look over his shoulder, wiggling his fingers playfully at him in greeting before turning away. As Zeb retreated into the next room with his colleague, the officer with Kallus asked if he was alright, confused why he'd suddenly stopped walking.
Kallus nodded, giving no explanation and continued down the hall, posture a bit more stiff than before.
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And this is how the day went. Every time they saw each other ensured quick, handsy contact, becoming less and less subtle, each trying to gain the upper hand.
A thigh squeezed.
Golden hair ruffled.
A purple ear tugged.
A nipple tweaked, (a barely muffled yelp.)
A kiss stolen.
An ass smacked.
A paper ball thrown at a head, (uncalled for.)
A leather glove dragging a grinning lasat into a closet.
A belt clattering to the floor.
A rhythmic thumping.
A breathy moan.
A growled curse.
A delightful snuggle.
When they finally left their hastily occupied space, covered in love bites and catching their breaths, they parted ways with a kiss, pointedly ignoring at least one shocked coworker.
They could withstand any number of rolled eyes, exasperated sighs and wild gossip.
They could handle the occasional half-hearted reprimand from a superior.
Because, they agreed while tangled together at night, at the end of the day, it was always worth it.