A late night at the Bureau, he wonders, twitching as Hythlodaeus' teeth worry his neck. His breathing grows heavier and he twines his fingers in his lover's hair. Had he known of Hythlodaeus' desire for him, perhaps he might have entertained the thought. He's certainly entertaining it now.

"Hmm..." He nips at the thumb, kissing the tip. "I dislike the thought of making a mess of my workspace. If you were to approach me - say, corner me against my desk - and kiss me as tenderly as you did just now--"

He rises up to do just that, moulding his mouth gently against Hythlodaeus' and ending with a tug on his bottom lip.

"--I might allow you to submit some last minute paperwork before retiring home for the night," he murmurs with a faint smirk, eyes gleaming wickedly.