...inst the other, flesh against flesh, those green eyes darkened
with lust, staring into his own.Big
V? Finn questioned, waving his hand in front of his boss face.
The white-haired man blinked, recognizing the others nickname for
him. He liked it, the nickname, actually. It washow to put
this?cute. Besides, it gave him something from the man. After all,
from what Valmont knew, Finn didnt have a nickname for Chow.
Though, he did call Ratso Rat every once in a while, it didnt seem
to fit in the same category as his own nickname.Are
you ok? Finn asked, leaning over the desk Valmont sat behind, his
face close to his boss. Those pink lips, so close to his own, all
he had to do was lean forward a little. The proximity would drive him
crazy if it kept any longer. The crime lord nodded weakly in reply to
the others question.Are
you sure? You seem a little stressed lately. You need anything?
the red head looked genuinely concerned. That worried face made
Valmonts heart race slightly. He nodded again.Im...fine.
He said finally. The red head pulled back away from the other,
straightening his stooped over figure. He nodded, most worry being
swept away from his face, though the tiniest trace remained.If
youre sure. The other replied, We can talk about this later,
when youre more...not out of it. Valmont nodded his head,
yes. Later. He agreed....