The Place Where Our Time Stopped
The last time Ronan was inside Lucien's studio, he was a little too busy nailing the man at the wall to notice that it was in fact full of Lucien's amazing creations.
Vibrant paintings hung on the wall and marble statues stood in the middle of the rooms. Lucien arranged so that they had their eyes trained at the entrance.
Was it meant to greet or scare guests? Maybe only Lucien could answer.
Ronan let his fingers brush against the desk. He recalled Lucien's trembling body on the desk. The lustful gaze that he threw him. The pair of luscious lips that asked to be kissed the whole time.
His eyes drifted to the floor just next to the desk.
Before his eyes, he could see two men intertwine on the floor passionately, give in to the heat of their ruts, and drown together in their carnal desire for each other.
"Mr. Silverback?"
The dean was impatient. He finally agreed to unlock the studio and all Ronan did was rub the desk.
"Are we done?"