Stacey's eyes flashed, and he pulled Hunter's head back by yanking tightly on his hair. Hunter groaned. He grabbed Stacey and pulled him atop his lap in the chair.
Stacey leaned down and his lips found Hunters greedy and desperate. Hunter slowly stood so that they could continue kissing, and he pressed himself over Stacey until Stacey had to lean back across the top of the desk. Hunter trailed his big hands down the back of Stacey's shirt, clawing at the material. Stacey let out a soft moan. It was more than enough. He slid both hands below Stacey, taking each cheek firmly in his hand and squeezing gently.
Stacey licked his lips, and before he could speak, Hunter's lips met his in a kiss that resonated with tenderness and urgency,