Public Tease — “Sweet Like Honey”

(Set in Matteo’s private meeting room. Glass walls. Staff outside. Ahaan’s body says yes, but his lips say “we shouldn’t.”)

The conference room on the 48th floor had glass walls. Not frosted. Not tinted.

Just clear enough to make Ahaan’s anxiety spike as Matteo closed the door behind him.

“You called me here for... this?” he asked nervously, watching the CEO loosen his tie.

“I called you here,” Matteo said coolly, “because I’m craving something sweet.”

He pulled a small glass vial from his pocket — thick, golden honey swirling lazily inside.

Ahaan blinked. “Honey?”

Matteo dipped a finger in and licked it. “Imported. Rich. But not what I want most.”

Then he stepped forward, slow and certain, eyes locked on Ahaan like prey.

Before Ahaan could retreat, Matteo’s hand slid under his shirt — his fingers cold, firm, tracing the dip of his stomach with practiced ease.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Matteo murmured.

“I thought you wanted professionalism.”

“I never said that.”

With one hand still on Ahaan’s waist, Matteo uncapped the honey again and dipped his fingers in.

Ahaan’s breath caught. “Wait—Matteo—what are you—”

His words froze as Matteo slid his sticky fingers down the inside of Ahaan’s thigh, smearing warm honey on the skin just above his waistband.

Ahaan’s knees trembled instantly.

“Sweet things,” Matteo whispered, “taste better when they come from someone who's trying so hard to stay quiet.”

He reached into his coat pocket and clicked a small remote.

A soft whirr followed.

The clear glass walls of the conference room blurred instantly, frosting over until no one could see inside.

Ahaan stared, stunned. “You… planned this?”

Matteo grinned. “Of course. You think I’d risk being interrupted?”

He sank to his knees in front of Ahaan, eyes dark and hungry.

Then — his tongue met the honey.

He licked slowly, deliberately, following the trail across Ahaan’s thigh with obscene precision.

Soft, wet heat. A flick of tongue just beside sensitive skin. Ahaan’s hand gripped the table behind him.

“Matteo… we shouldn’t…”

“But you want to,” Matteo said, voice low. “Say no, and I’ll stop.”

Silence.

“…Don’t stop.”

That was all he needed.

In one bold move, Matteo tugged Ahaan’s trousers down just enough — exposing his flushed length, already hard and aching.

“Oh god—” Ahaan gasped, trembling as Matteo leaned in.

He didn’t tease this time.

Matteo’s mouth closed around him, hot and slow, sucking deeply from the start.

Ahaan moaned — sharp and breathless — as pleasure rocked through him.

Matteo’s tongue licked the honey off him like dessert, sliding down, swirling around the tip, then pulling back with a pop… only to go down deeper again.

One hand gripped Ahaan’s thigh firmly, the other gently stroked the base in rhythm with his mouth.

“You taste better than I imagined,” Matteo murmured, lips brushing the skin, voice sinful.

Ahaan’s hips moved on their own — chasing every stroke, every swirl of Matteo’s tongue.

He could barely breathe.

Barely think.

He was going to—

“Matteo—I'm—”

Matteo sucked harder.

And that was it.

Ahaan’s body jerked violently, head falling back, as he came hard into Matteo’s mouth, breath ragged, hand flying to cover his own mouth as a desperate moan slipped out.

Matteo didn’t flinch.

He swallowed every drop.

Then licked his lips clean, slowly. “Sweet,” he said again. “Told you.”

Ahaan stood there, ruined — trousers halfway down, chest rising and falling, completely undone.

He didn’t even try to fix his shirt. His legs weren’t listening.

“Why… why would you do that?” he whispered hoarsely.

Matteo stood, eyes sharp.

“Because I can.”

He leaned in, lips brushing Ahaan’s jaw but never quite kissing.

“And because you let me.”

Then, like nothing happened, Matteo buttoned his cuffs, adjusted his tie, and headed for the door.

“Oh,” he added casually, “wipe the honey off your thigh. You're dripping.”