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A little man in a white suit with a purple undershirt resided on the couch in Easterman’s office. Easterman sat at his large, elaborate wooden desk and was scribbling on some papers and files as his head rested in his other hand. The fireplace across the room crackled and dimly lit the room along with the overhead chandelier that illuminated the tall ceilings. Both the desk and couch sat atop an embroidered red rug. Easterman’s alcohol cabinet stood next to the fireplace across the room and was recently visited by Hendrick who was working on polishing off the rest of the whiskey in his glass.
Easterman sighed and sat his pen down, bringing both of his hands to his face and gently rubbing it. He lowered his hands and let them fall to the desk and looked at the couch several feet in front of him. Franco Barbi lay restless, his thumb in his mouth and his Lupara clenched tight to his chest–some sleep with stuffed animals, and others with guns. Easterman gazed in adoration for a moment and thought about how peaceful the scene was with the crackling fireplace and his favorite Prime Asset fast asleep in his office.
Franco had complained days ago to Easterman about how busy he had been as of late and felt that Hendrick hadn’t been making enough time for him. So, to show some initiative, Easterman had begun inviting Franco to his office over the last couple of days, but warned the mobster that he would still be busy with work. Franco hadn’t seemed to mind at the time, but clearly, sitting in a quiet office with nothing to do wasn’t proving to be the most entertaining thing.
Franco stirred and let out a quiet hum in his sleep, still holding his Lupara close. Easterman broke his gaze and rose to walk over to the couch. He needed a break from his work, and he knew the best way to take his mind off things.
Easterman stood next to the couch and put an arm on Franco’s shoulder. Franco’s eyes slowly fluttered open and his possessive grip on his Lupara lessened slightly once he remembered that he was safe in Easterman’s office.
“How’d you sleep?” Hendrick asked quietly, moving his hand from Franco’s shoulder to the little hair he had on his head, softly stroking through it.
“Neva’ been betta’,” Franco said with a yawn, stretching his legs out with a groan. “Did ya need somethin’ or can I go back to bed?” he asked playfully.
“Well,” Hendrick began, looking into Franco’s sleepy eyes. “I’ve reached a nice stopping point in my work for the night…” He continued stroking Franco’s hair and the little man’s eyes lit up, eyebrows raised.
“Ohhh…” the mobster said with a grin. “And let me guess, you’re bored and wanna spend some quality time with yours truly?” Hendrick nodded slowly, moving his hand from Franco’s hair to his chin, tilting his head up even more than it had been while he looked up at Easterman towering over him. “Well then, guess we betta’ get ya taken care of, huh?” Franco asked as he rose to his feet and moved his hands to Easterman’s shoulders.
Hendrick snaked his hands to Franco’s waist and leaned into his neck. He pressed his mouth to Franco’s soft skin and began running his tongue all over. He left a wet trail behind and Franco quietly moaned as the Director continued tasting his neck. What started as sensual licking quickly turned into intense kissing, faint bruises being left behind along the mobster’s neck. Hendrick nibbled and bit in some places, causing Franco to moan in both pleasure and pain, Easterman’s favorite combination.
Hendrick brought his lips to Franco’s, engaging in a passionate kiss. The two men’s tongues intertwined inside of their mouths, eager for a taste. They exchanged intense moans as their hands rubbed recklessly over each other’s faces, hair, and chests. Eventually, Easterman brought his hands to Franco’s suit jacket and pulled it off, tossing it to the side. The two men pulled their faces away and continued taking each other’s clothing off, throwing jackets, belts, and pants to the ground in between sloppy kisses and moans.
In seemingly no time, the two men were standing only in their underwear, hands now running over their bare chests and lower backs, pulling each other in closely as they continued kissing. Easterman’s muscular chest pressed against Franco’s who pushed his waist closer into Easterman’s, feeling his bulge rub against his own. Franco desperately grabbed at Hendrick’s neck, running a hand through his thinning, dark hair and gently scratching his scalp.