"Is this how you work? What kind of insane idea is this? Using industrial plywood? Do you want the client to build a coffin for you or what?"
Dante's face darkened as he slammed the preliminary drawing down with a 'smack'.
A group of employees stood silent, not daring to move. For over two weeks now, Boss Dante had been like a walking bomb, exploding at the slightest provocation. Especially the guys from the design approval department—they had to drag themselves in to face the music every day. For half a month, they had to work overtime daily, causing their wives and girlfriends to suspect they had mistresses.
Dante didn't understand what was wrong with himself either. Lately, he always felt irritable; even a small mistake from a subordinate made him fly into a rage. A phone ring cut through the tense atmosphere. Dante barked a grumpy 'Hello'. The other end was silent for a moment, as if startled, before a young man's soft voice reached his ears:
[Am I disturbing you? I'm sorry.]
Dante hurriedly looked at the name displayed on the screen. The three words 'Adorable Baby' hit him straight in the face. He quickly pressed the phone to his ear, speaking urgently:
"No, no, I'm not busy, go ahead."
[Oh, yes. I wanted to ask if you were home. I brought you a small gift, and I can check your computer for you while I'm at it...]
Dante glanced up at the clock; it was already 6 PM. He hurriedly said:
"I'm out buying food, I'll be back soon. Wait for me a bit."
Without waiting for the other end to reply, he hung up. Then, while packing up the things on his desk, he said:
"No need for overtime today. You guys fix this design for me tomorrow."
The employees looked at each other in confusion, walking out of the director's office still not understanding why the boss's mood changed so quickly. It was just a phone call—who on earth was this divine figure Dante spoke to that was so powerful?
"Hey, could it be the boss's crush?"
The group looked at each other; it seemed they had discovered something tremendous.
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Dante rushed home but didn't go to his own apartment immediately. Instead, he ran over and rang Enda's doorbell.
The door swung open, and a handsome young man stood behind it, smiling at him.
"You're back? Where did you buy food that took so long?"
Dante was stunned. Who was this?
"You are… Enda?!"
"Yes."
"Your face…"
Enda touched his face, saying shyly:
"My aunt is the Director of the Dermatology Institute. I stayed at her house for the past three weeks to treat my dermatitis. What's wrong? Do I look very different?"
Dante stared at him without saying a word, staring until Enda's feigned calmness was about to crack.
"Have you eaten yet? I bought two portions."
"No, I haven't."
"Then come over to my place and eat with me, then fix the computer later."
Enda nodded, closed his door, and followed Dante to his apartment. After they finished eating and chatted for a while, Dante said:
"My computer is in the office, go in and fix it; the door isn't locked. I'm going to take a shower first."
Enda: "…"
Now, hearing the word 'office', images not suitable for children popped up in his mind. But soon enough, he pushed them aside and focused on fixing the computer.
This time, the computer was genuinely broken. The C drive was showing red, causing the machine to freeze. He carefully checked and found it was infected with a virus. This type of virus wasn't malicious but couldn't be removed by software; it had to be scanned manually.
When Dante finished showering, he found the kid staring intently at the screen. He asked:
"How is it?"
"Your machine was infected with a virus. I've finished scanning it."
"Huh, I installed antivirus software though."
"There are some types of viruses that software can't detect."
He carefully opened Illustrator to run a test. The software ran quite smoothly. He looked up and said to Dante:
"It's done."
"Done already? Not doing anything else?"
"Huh? Done means done, what else is there to do?"
"For example…" He leaned down, whispering: "Pretending to throw the charger cord, perhaps?"
Enda's mouth dropped open, his eyes looking at Dante as if asking *how do you know?* Dante narrowed his eyes in a smile, pointing to a corner not far from the desk. A cute little camera sat right there; last time, with his poor eyesight, Enda hadn't seen it.
Enda's face turned bright red with a *poof*; he was dying of embarrassment. Seeing the kid cover his face with his hands, his ears burning red, Dante chuckled, pulled Enda's hands down, and planted a quick kiss on his lips.
"Silly baby… have you showered?"
Enda bit his lip and nodded. Dante took off Enda's glasses, placed them on the table, grabbed his hand to pull him up, and dragged him into the bedroom.
As soon as they entered the room and closed the door, he pressed Enda against the door, pouncing on his lips for a deep, rapid kiss. His hands kneaded Enda's body, one hand deftly lifting the shirt to stroke his waist. The moment his hand touched the cool, smooth skin, both Dante's soul and body trembled. The desire he had suppressed for over half a month suddenly surged stronger than ever.
He stopped kissing, pulled back a little, grabbed the hem of Enda's shirt with both hands, and peeled it off. A naked upper body, white as jade, was immediately revealed. He bowed his head to kiss it.
"Hnn… mmph…"
Enda moaned softly. His hands weren't idle either, gently caressing the man's shoulders and reaching down to stroke the cock in Dante's pants. He missed it.
Dante opened his mouth to capture a nipple, biting down with a bit of force, causing Enda to hiccup softly. When he released it, the nipple was flushed red, nestled within an elliptical tooth mark, looking even more enticing.
Scooping Enda up and throwing him onto the bed, Dante lunged on top of him like a wolf that had been starving for days and finally caught its prey.
Enda's pants were pulled down by Dante. His erect cock sprang out, poking straight into Dante's stomach.
*Smack… smack…*
The sound of sucking on flesh echoed throughout the room. Moans and panting breaths blended together. Dante kissed passionately, leaving shallow and deep tooth marks and hickeys on Enda's fair skin.
"Hnn... Dante..."
"Mm, I'm here..."
"Ah..."
He answered gently, then lowered his head to take Enda's hot cock into his mouth, licking and sucking softly. Enda's whole body jerked. His cock was enveloped by the warm mouth; a pleasurable sensation like an electric shock instantly spread through his body, seeping into every cell, stimulating every neuron.
Enda sobbed, his voice trembling with a weeping tone:
"*Sob*.... ah Dante.... So good..."
So receiving oral sex felt this good; no wonder Dante wanted him to suck his cock last time.
Enda arched his back slightly, his buttocks lifting off the mattress, supported by Dante's hands kneading and squeezing. His cock stood straight, poking into Dante's throat. Dante frowned slightly but didn't spit it out; instead, he sucked in his cheeks, sucking on it tighter.
"Uh ah..."
Surrounded by the warm oral cavity bobbing up and down, Enda writhed in pleasure. His hands grasped Dante's hair, mouth open, breathing rapid. When Dante's finger gently rubbed the junction between the penis and the anus, Enda flailed his hands, crying out inarticulately:
"Ah ah ah... no... you... spit it out... quickly... ah ah ah"
Not only did Dante not spit it out, but he also used both hands to lift Enda's hips higher, letting the cock thrust straight into his throat. Enda screamed, arched his body, and ejaculated.
The stream of thick, hot semen shot straight into the throat. Dante choked and coughed a few times. Enda panicked:
"You... why didn't you spit it out... Mmph..."
Before he could finish, Dante kissed him on the lips. The metallic, musky taste of sperm filled both their mouths, carrying a burning thirst for intimacy.
"Tasty?"
He licked Enda's lips, asking softly. Enda frowned, pouted, then lowered his head to bite lightly on Dante's Adam's apple, immediately eliciting a low growl from the other man.
He mimicked Dante's actions, gently kissing and licking Dante's neck, then down to his collarbone, shoulders, nipples, and firm abdominal muscles.
When he reached the lower abdomen, he used his teeth to bite Dante's waistband and pull it down. The magnificent cock charged out aggressively, slapping Enda's face with a 'smack'. Enda wrinkled his nose, nuzzled it, then stuck out his tongue to lick from the base to the tip, thrusting his tongue into the urethra before opening his mouth to take it in.
"Shhh…"
Dante hissed, his hand threading through Enda's hair, stroking gently. With the experience from the first time and having studied gay porn over the past few weeks, Enda sucked Dante's cock enthusiastically, leaving Dante only able to groan.
"Shh damn it, why are getting better and better at this? Did you sneak off to lick some other guy's dick behind my back?"
Enda's answer was a scorching glare and a bite on the inner thigh.
"Sh… ouch… I was just joking…"
"Hmph…"
Enda slapped his cock lightly in annoyance, sat up, and licked his lips.
"If I lack experience, I can learn. What is porn for?"
The corners of his reddened eyes lifted slightly; he looked like a cunning little fox. Dante couldn't handle the cuteness; he lunged forward to pin him down.
"Yeah, yeah... but watching those movies isn't as good as experiencing it yourself."
Saying that, he spread Enda's legs again to lick his hole.
"Hnn uh... good..."
Enda arched his back, his toes resting on Dante's shoulders, his mouth emitting sweet sounds that stirred the heart.