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Eric was not having a good day.

He'd noticed that there had been some money missing from the Diamond accounts; someone was stealing from him (and had been stealing from Clarke before that). Someone was going to have to answer for that, and pouring over the books to figure it out (who could he trust with this?) might have given him a headache, if vampires had been prone to them.

And obviously, this had to come up the night he was supposed to meet Kersen's oh so interesting human. Eric had closed the books and pushed them aside when they were shown into his office, and shoved all of that aside to focus on their conversation. Michael Corella worked for Cesare Borgia, and that was a connection worth cultivating.

Things had been going well when someone opened the door to his office without knocking. Jamie - one of his managers - looked surprised to find three pairs of eyes on him, and stopped in the doorway. "I was looking for..." He trailed off, but his eyes had strayed to the books on Eric's desk, before snapping back to Eric. "I'll leave you to your meeting."

"No," Eric said, strolling over to the door to invite the other vampire in with a gesture. "Come in." Jamie had worked for Clarke, too, and Eric closed the door behind him. "Kersen. Do you remember that list of staff you gave me when I took over? The ones I might be able to keep on? Jamie was on it, right?"

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Kersen thought that Michael didn't want him to talk, but...

He let out a little groan at the squeeze, and then gasped out, "Take me. Fuck me. Own me. Please, Michael, remind me that you want me, remind me I belong you to you..."

"Remind you," Michael echoed, rolling his hips against Kersen's and tightening his hold on the one wrist he still gripped. He claimed his mouth again, in case the message wasn't clear already, gentling his touch to something pleasurable again, stroking Kersen through his trouses. But then he ended the kiss as abruptly as he had started it, and released the vampire, stepping back. "On the couch," he told him, eyes slightly hooded. "Naked."

Kersen might have hoped for a bed, suggesting this might be drawn out, but on the other hand he was pretty eager himself and also intended to do whatever Michael told him.

He let his arms drop, and kept his gaze on Michael as he removed his clothing, before moving to the couch. He hadn't said how he wanted him so for now he just stood beside it.

Michael was still in the middle of undressing himself, and he told Kersen, "Prep yourself," as he got rid of his boots.

Kersen actually wasn't thrilled with that particular demand, since he wanted exactly this so much and yet he knew that what he wanted about it was the intimacy. He wanted Michael touching him, holding him down...

On the other hand, he liked the idea of seeing Michael's face as he watched him.

Kersen had to leave briefly to get a small bottle of lube, and then he came back and sat on the couch, legs spread, first stroking his cock as he looked at Michael.

Michael did not stop undressing as he watched Kersen, his gaze its usual intense self as it dropped to Kersen's hand on his cock, then looked up the length of his body to meet his eyes. The flick of an eyebrow was the only challenge to what Kersen was doing - touching himself, rather than prepping himself - because he trusted Kersen to get on with it.

It took only a moment for Kersen's cock to get hard, and then he spread lube on his fingers and spread his legs so that he could push them inside himself.

Once he was naked, Michael walked over to Kersen and crouched in front of him, curling his fingers around one of his ankles. "How does it feel?" he asked, holding Kersen's gaze. "How do you feel?"

There were a lot of levels on which Kersen could have answered that question, but he went with, breathlessly, "I feel like I wish you were touching me..."

It hadn't been what Michael had been asking, and he was certain that Kersen knew it, but after a few seconds, he decided against making a thing of it. "How much?" he asked instead, firming his hold on Kersen's ankle.

"I...a lot..." Kersen met his eyes as he twisted two fingers inside himself. "What do you want to hear?"

"What do you want to say?" Michael answered without missing a beat, closing his second hand around Kersen's other ankle, thumb stroking the soft skin on its inside.

Kersen gasped a little, as he stretched himself. This act was always very open, slightly uncomfortable... vulnerable. Which he thought was the point.

"You wanted me vulnerable," he murmured. "It worked. And I want your control. Tell me what to do, or touch me yourself..."

"Hands to your side," Michael told him, as he let his knees hit the floor. He grabbed a pillow to help Kersen tilt his hips up, then moved his hands to Kersen's knees to hold them in place, leaning in to lick at the soft skin behind his balls, and then down to his hole.

Kersen let out a gasp of surprise upon realizing what Michael had in mind next, but then a moan. He had his arms at his sides, gripping the couch cushions with his hands.

Michael's tongue was as relentless as he could be. Not hurried, but implacable in its steady licks, pushing against the tight ring of muscles with focused devotion.

... this was certainly more intimate. Kersen moaned, watching Michael (though mostly he could just see the top of his head) for a moment and then closing his eyes and letting the sensation wash over him.

Michael gave the task his full attention, eventually letting go of Kersen's knee to feel for the lube and squeeze some out onto his fingers. He licked his way back up to Kersen's balls, replacing his tongue with two fingers pushing in and twisting inside Kersen.

Kersen should have known that a fight like that would just lead to them falling into bed. There was a particular dynamic to their relationship now, where any loss of control on Michael's part led him to take it back, during sex. Or just as accurately, led Kersen to surrender it to him. Though there was another undercurrent to it as well, where the moments when Michael most owned him, even if on the surface it was just in a sexual way, those were still their most intimate moments. The most emotional.

"Michael..." Kersen breathed, as he spread his legs wider, encouraging Michael to continue opening him up.

Michael gently sucked one of Kersen's balls into his mouth, tongue kneading it, and pushed a third finger in, curling them just so to brush against his prostate.

Kersen let out a sharp gasp, and his fingers dug more into the couch cushion. He also had to keep himself from bucking his hips, pushing against Michael's fingers and his mouth.

Michael prepped him for a little while longer, waiting until Kersen relaxed before brushing against his prostate again, each time, getting a kick from being able to play his body that way. But he didn't keep it going for too long; they both wanted more. Instead he straightened up and had Kersen pivot so he was lying back on the couch, with Michael between his legs. The fit was a little narrow, but they could make it work, and Michael didn't want to have to move to Kersen's bed upstairs, or forego the intimacy of being face to face. It was a little narrow, but they would make it work.

He pushed inside Kersen on a controlled exhale, and held his gaze before pulling out to push back in again.

The fit was indeed difficult but Kersen really didn't care at that moment. He wrapped his arms around Michael's neck and exhaled in coordination with him.

Michael's thrusts were long but not lazy in any way; controlled, instead, and the rhythm steady, as he fucked Kersen and held his gaze through it, only gradually going a little more strongly, building up to something forceful.

Kersen's nails dug into the back of Michael's neck. But he wasn't wild underneath him, he was just very much there with him, everything else in the world gone but the feeling of Michael's cock inside him and the connection of their eyes.