From: Dusty Miller

To: William Grace ; Harrison Venn

Today at 9:24 AM

Good morning,

I am en route to your offices to deliver a letter from Ms. Pullman. I should arrive at approximately 10:15. Ms. Pullman would prefer a direct to delivery to either of you if one of you could spare a moment to receive it.

Dusty Miller, Executive Assistant, Josephine Co.

Will checked the time on his desktop. 10:17. He rose from his seat, hurrying to the door. He wanted to link to Harry about Dusty’s arrival but knew it distracted him too much. He would do it just to annoy him if it didn’t affect business.

Exiting his office, he saw a familiar back of someone’s head. He could picture the dopey look on his friend’s face as he stared down the hallway to the elevators.

“You’re pathetic,” he commented mentally as he reached Harry’s side. The other man whipped his head around, green eyes widening and nostrils flaring. Will used the surprise as a distraction to snatch the letter from Harry’s hands.

“Hey!” Will ignored Harry’s outburst, his eyes roving over the piece of paper as his feet moved on autopilot toward Dusty's nearby scent. Looking up, he saw the black man waiting in front of the elevator.

“Dusty,” he greeted, “I didn’t think you’d leave so quickly.” The man turned around, not as startled as he was during their first encounter. But Will still picked up on fear in his scent. 

“I figured this delivery didn’t warrant a long visit, considering our meeting later this week is still on the books. I didn’t want to take up too much of your time with such a simple handoff.”

That made sense. Especially since Dusty didn’t know the contents of the letter. Ms. Pullman had been clear about that in the first few lines. And though Will hadn’t read it all, he got the gist of it. Pullman was hiring them because they were werewolves and they could cater to her supernatural needs. Dusty, as a human, had no knowledge of such needs and had to be kept in the dark. But though Will was happy to have such a delectable man on the job during this project, he had to wonder why Pullman couldn’t have someone supernatural working with her.

Will smiled. “I’m happy to accommodate you, no matter the time it takes.” His grip loosened on the opened letter and it slipped from his grasp, starting to unfold in front of Dusty. The human cocked his head to the side, reaching a hand in preparation to grab it. Will quickly knelt before he could do so, closing the gap between them so his body shielded the letter’s contents.

A scent of arousal flowed off of Dusty and Will jerked his head up. Dusty’s head had been bowed through the entire conversation and, remaining that way, Will could now catch Dusty’s eyes. They were half-lidded, his lips slightly parted. His desire was strong and Will was beginning to respond to it. But the look only lasted a second.

Then, Dusty blinked and his face cleared. He glanced off to the side and stepped back from where Will was still kneeling. The elevators dinged, opening for Dusty’s departure.

“Good day, Will,” Dusty bid him goodbye, his head lowered again. The doors closed and Will still didn’t move. Couldn’t. Though the assistant had acted innocent as he left, his lustful scent was still wrapped around the werewolf. That scent couldn’t be blinked away as quickly as his expression, and it had still emanated from the human as he entered the elevator, the doors eventually cutting off the source. 

Now, Will sat with the effects of the scent, his body strained as it fought not to chase after the human, his cock hard with need. 

The werewolf wanted to smile with the knowledge that Dusty reciprocated his attraction. But he had more urgent matters to attend to.

Which Harry must’ve picked up on considering his approach. The shorter man bent beside Will, slinging Will’s arm over his shoulder to support him toward the restroom. Will’s feet barely touched the ground on the short walk.

“What happened?” Harry asked as he locked the door behind them.

Will slumped against the sink in a daze. “Dusty. He- His scent…” Words were hard to string together, so he just gestured at his crotch.

“He’s human, how’d he cause so much trouble?” A slight smile graced Harry’s face in amusement.

“You didn’t...smell him?” Will linked instead of speaking but even that was hard with his unabated desire continuing to ratchet higher.

“I did,” Harry said, crouching down to unzip Will’s pants. “I do. And it does smell incredible on your skin. But maybe it just doesn’t affect me as intensely.”

Harry freed Will’s hard dick, working a thumb over the head as he began to tongue the side. 

While Harry was getting Will off, Will was imagining getting Dusty off.

Dusty’s skin felt itchy. He sat on his couch, staring at the pages of a new puzzle. It had been just 30 minutes since he got back from the gym, hopped in the shower, reheated some leftovers, and sat down to unwind. The itch had driven him to rush through these tasks, even as he had tried to scrub away the feeling under the shower head. And now he sat, his dinner eaten, three expert puzzles done and a fourth awaiting his pencil. He sighed. It was time to stop denying his body’s wants.

He stood and walked back to his bedroom, stripping off his pajamas as he went. The heat in him had started when he visited the Celeste Construction offices. The two bosses had made him nervous the other night, as all new people did. It was a feeling he could persevere through. And he had thought that he could handle lust as well.

At first, the sight of Harrison had niggled the same attraction he felt the other night. But he had only been with him for a few minutes to hand off the letter. Harrison’s smile had been kind but not what set him over the edge.

He was with Will for even less time. And he hadn't reacted to the semi-flirtatious remarks Will had sent his way, similar to how they had interacted the night before. No, it was the sight of Will knelt before him that inflamed him. When he looked up from the floor with his lovely doe eyes, Dusty’s devilish mind started a lusty fire, concocting scenario after scenario of how this would play out in the bedroom. Dusty tried to stamp out the embers before they could burn but the damage had been done.

Throughout the day, any moment of quiet left his mind free to wander and where else would it end up but with Will bowing at his feet. And how he wanted him there again.

Dusty wanted to call someone over to sate his desires, to remind him of what he could have. But it was much too late for that. He'd need to do the work himself.

Dusty was under the stream of water again, not a cold one he’d taken after the gym but a hot, steamy one. He closed his eyes and immediately recalled Will knelt in the hallway.

Will’s green eyes were wide again, his eyebrows pinched together. “Sorry, Dusty, I didn’t mean to be so clumsy around you.”

Dusty placed a hand against the man’s waves. “If you were really sorry, you’d know how to apologize correctly.”

His eyes grew impossibly wider. “What?”

Dusty lifted his foot and placed it against Will’s crotch. “Wrong answer.” He added pressure until Will cried out, his eyes watering with unshed tears.

Not moving his foot, Dusty leaned down to whisper in Will’s ear. “You will address me as Mr. Miller or Sir. Otherwise,” he moved his foot until Will groaned, “Prepare to be punished.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Suddenly, Will was naked, his hard body exposed for Dusty to feast on. Dusty’s gaze drifted across his bare chest, zeroing in on dark, hard peaks. “How can I make it up to you?”

Dusty removed his foot and used his grip on Will’s head to yank him up to his knees, his other hand at his fly. He licked his lips in anticipation. “You’ll let me test whether that mouth can do something right.”

“Si-“ Will couldn’t finish his words when Dusty shoved his aching cock into his mouth. He had waited long enough. He hit the back of the man’s throat, a grunt vibrating around his member. He continued his rough thrusts, unwilling to control himself anymore. Dusty grazed fingers down Will heated chest in a soft caress. Then he grasped one of his nipples and twisted, causing another moan to ripple from one man to the other. 

Dusty slowed his movements to a languid rhythm. He dragged his fingers back up to brush Will’s cheek, tracing along his jawline to encourage him to work harder. When Will reached up to use his hands, Dusty smacked them away. They became cuffed at the base of his spine. He leaned back slightly to meet Will’s eyes. “You touch me when I say you can.” Will nodded around his dick, continuing ministrations without any aid. When he swallowed, Dusty came down his throat, tossing his own head back to moan at the sensation. 

Dusty’s opened his eyes. His release covered his palm and he turned into the spray to wash off. His flesh was warm. With satisfaction. And shame. And lust for more.