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Steve doesn't like it when Billy shows up with injuries.
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"You look terrible," Steve blindly opens the beautifully carved cigar box on top of the desk, pulling out the false drawer haphazardly and sending cigars rolling across his desk. The gun underneath is heavy in his hand as he pulls it out, the metal cool as he clicks the safety off.
"Rude," Billy snorts, moving in closer, and forcing his way between Steve's thick thighs with one of his knees, making space for himself. "Think I earned myself a reward, not your attitude pretty boy."
Steve levels the gun, presses it against Billy's chest in the slit where his deep red shirt is wide open showing off another patch of bruised flesh, stopping him from moving in closer. "You were reckless," Steve trails the barrel of the gun along the outskirts of that bruise, watching Billy's nipples bead under his shirt and goose flesh sprout on his arms where the sleeves have been rolled up. "You could have died," Steve digs the barrel into the center of the bruised flesh making Billy hiss and jerks, cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.