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Dr. Henry Morgan, ME, is redoing the toolmark comparison for a case thanks to an offhand comment from his assistant Lucas.
"Okay, I'll leave you two alone," the assistant says. After an awkward pause, he asks, "And, you can say no... But, um, maybe I borrowed one of your scarves?"
Morgan's expression remains unyielding, his glasses reflecting a cold, calculated determination. Lucas's heart races as he scrambles to retract his statement, but it is too late. Henry rises from his seat, each step purposeful, his tall figure looming closer, causing Lucas to physically and metaphorically backpedal.
"Oh, wow, you're right. That boundary was definitely crossed."
The younger man's back hits the morgue wall, the coats on the rack brushing against his shoulders, offering no escape. The scent of formaldehyde hangs heavy in the air. But he isn't afraid; instead, he is captivated as Henry approaches with the grace of a predator, his eyes sparkling with mischievous intent. Henry's presence dominates the space, his eyes sparkling like stars in the dark as his fingers deftly reach for his weapon of choice: a silk scarf, soft and supple, its vibrant color contrasting against the stark white coats nearby.
With calculated slowness, Henry lifts the silk fabric, his gaze never wavering from Lucas's widening eyes. He holds the scarf aloft, the silk dancing delicately in the air between them. His latex-gloved hands frame Lucas's face, thumbs stroking his delicate jawline, leaving a trail of anticipation. Lucas's breath hitches at the touch, his skin tingling with eagerness. With each passing second, Henry's movements become a tantalizing torture. Deliberately, Henry brings the scarf closer to Lucas's throat, his gloved fingers brushing against the sensitive skin, eliciting a physical response.
Goosebumps erupt along Lucas's neck and spine, testifying to his growing arousal. The younger man's throat constricts, swallowing hard, his eyes fluttering shut, surrendering to the sensation. The silk makes its first contact, a whisper-soft caress, as Henry allows the silk to glide smoothly over Lucas's Adam's apple, down to the hollow of his throat, and then back up, providing a teasing preview. With the precision of a master, Henry begins to meticulously wrap the scarf. Lucas can feel the deliberation and passion in each movement. The silk tightens gently, a warm embrace, as Henry's gloved hands work their magic, forming a loose knot beneath Lucas's jaw, causing a slight choke that brings a mix of surprise and raw desire to Lucas's eyes.
Henry's breath, hot and tantalizing, washes over Lucas's face as he whispers, his voice a low purr. "Relax. Let your inhibitions fade away..."
Lucas's throat bobs, his Adam's apple betraying his anticipation. He is torn between surrendering to the pleasure and resisting, but the choice is made for him as Henry's skilled fingers undo the knot. The momentary restriction is released, only to be replaced by a new, intricate wrapping. Henry's gloved fingers caress Lucas's throat. Henry's touch is everywhere and nowhere, dancing along Lucas's skin, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
The scarf glides and tightens, a silken caress that makes Lucas's head fall back against the wall, his long neck exposed as he submits fully to this seductive dominance. Henry's breath, warm and intoxicating, washes over Lucas's cheek, his lips brushing against the younger man's ear, whispering words that would make angels blush. Lucas's hands no longer clenched into fists, reach out, not in defiance but in need, pulling Henry's lab coat closer, craving the fabric against his skin. The temperature in the room seems to rise with their escalating passion, each man's breath growing labored and eager.
Henry's fingers, bold and possessive, trail along Lucas's jawline, tilting his face upwards, claiming his mouth for a kiss. Their lips meet, and the scarf's hold on Lucas's throat mirrors the possessive grip Henry has on his very soul. All boundaries shatter as their mouths fuse in a kiss that is both ravenous and forbidden, a dance of tongues and teeth, claiming one another in a passionate embrace.
"You look quite fetching in my clothes," Henry speaks in a gravelly growl against Lucas's lips.
Henry's husky tone implies a raw, primal depth of lust that neither can ignore any longer. It resonates in Lucas's core, stirring desires he has never known existed. The younger man, his eyes heavy with want, gazes up at Henry, his mentor, his captor, his desire.
"They... they suit you more," he manages to whisper, his voice hoarse and lips swollen.
Henry's thumb traces Lucas's lower lip, a silent plea for permission, and Lucas opens his mouth, granting access without a word. Their mouths collide again, a fusion of urgency and tenderness. Henry's kiss is an exploration, a conquest. He maps Lucas's mouth, memorizing every curve and crevice, his tongue demanding and possessive. As their kiss intensifies, Henry's hands roam freely, untucking his assistant's shirt to caress the warm, untouched skin. Lucas arches into the touch, his body singing with sensations he has never experienced within the sterile morgue walls. Henry's hands sculpt Lucas's body, claiming ownership.
Henry hums as he reluctantly pulls away, his breath hot against Lucas's lips. "We'll see about that," he sasses, quietly stepping back and clearing his throat. His gaze smolders with unspoken commands as he issues his invitation, his voice a low rumble. "Come with me, Lucas. We're revisiting the club to find that big ass nail and close this case."
The younger man's body continues to hum with desire. When he finds his voice, it's a stuttering mess. "Y-yesss, w-will you nail me, Doctor?" The raw, unfiltered words hang between them, causing Lucas's face to heat up. He splutters, his eyes wide with embarrassment. "S-sorry, I... I didn't mean... Oh God, I'm so sorry. I-I, just, yes. I will go with you."
Henry's smile is slow and wicked, finding Lucas's innocence and eagerness utterly delectable. "Not to worry, Lucas," he says, his voice like dark honey. "We'll discuss this 'nailing' later. For now, let's focus on work, and then I promise we can explore other appetites."