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his shaking body obey him.
    Toreth grabbed his hand, forced it down, and then briefly halted to rearrange their bodies. In the sim, they wouldn't need to, but before Warrick could begin to shape the thought, Toreth's hand closed over his, wrapping his fingers round his cock and making him gasp at his own touch. "Do it. Yes, that's right. I want to watch you." He forced Warrick's head around for another kiss. "I want to see your eyes."
    Toreth's fingers interleaved with his, urging him to make his strokes tighter and faster. As he did so Toreth started to thrust into him again, deliciously hard and deep and everything was too good, too imperfectly perfect, to last any longer.
    At the last moment he closed his eyes and turned his head away, screaming into the mattress as he came.
    ~~~
    When he felt like paying attention to the world again, he found Toreth sitting cross-legged on the bed beside him. Warrick rolled over onto his back and looked up at him.
    Toreth smiled. "What do you think about my inflection now?"
    Warrick stared at him until his mind finally dredged up the reference. "Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Emphasis on the fucking."
    "Good." He got up and went off to the bathroom, whistling. Warrick watched him walk across the room, muscles sharply defined under smooth skin. First thing tomorrow, he thought, I'm finding the gym at the university and signing up. Having an office job was clearly no excuse.
    Then the implications of the thought sickened him. Just like any other job. Except Toreth's job left him adept at knowing how far to push, how much pain to use and how to read the response to it. And, God, he'd loved it. Loved every minute of it, knowing who and what he was. What those hands did for a living.
    It's just a fantasy, he told himself. And it was just once. Just this once. Never again. Never, never again.
    ~~~
    Toreth stood under the hot shower and decided it had gone remarkably well. He'd count it as a draw. Warrick was still probably ahead on points, but in this kind of game the score degraded quickly, and the last round was the one that really counted. Right about now Warrick would be thinking about what he had done, and who he had done it with. How much he'd liked it.
    Very enjoyable it had been, too. A little overcautious in places, but that was only to be expected with an obvious amateur. Unusually, he found he wouldn't mind doing it again. Eventually. Sometime in the future when Warrick had had plenty of time to think about wanting it. He'd wait until Warrick contacted him. Watching the water run over his hands, he wondered if Warrick would be able to get them any more time in the sim. Toreth turned his face up to the spray and pondered the potential applications.
    Once back in the bedroom, he listened to the splashing water as Warrick showered, and tried to decide whether to pack up and go home or spend the night at the hotel. In the end, he decided to stay. Since he was paying for it — or at least they were his euros until accounts reimbursed them — he might as well enjoy it, even if the sheets were a bit of a mess. He could get a swim in before work and he loved hotel breakfasts.
    Warrick had taken his clothes into the bathroom and emerged fully dressed, if a little tousled. Toreth thought he was going to walk straight out — which would have been fine with him — but he stopped by the door.
    "Well, that was fun," Warrick said, his half-smile mask in place.
    Toreth matched the smile, decided to test out his victory. "Yes. See you again?"
    Warrick considered for a moment too long before he turned away without reply. The door closed behind him, and Toreth laughed.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Next morning, Sara was once more already at her screen when he arrived.
    Toreth stopped on the way into his office and sat on the edge of her desk. "In bright and early, I see."
    She nodded, absolutely serious. "It's because I love my job so much."
    "Incidentally, aren't the annual performance appraisals the week