tokyoluke:

ceo!ashton kissing up your jaw to meet your lips and holding onto your hip as he lazily grinds against you who’s leant back on his desk, and he holds his hand over the reciever of the phone as he growls in your ear “shhh kitten, you’ve got to be quiet.” the coffee you brought him spilled onto the glossy surface of the table top, long forgotten as he hangs up the phone, paying his personal assistant more attention. unbuttoning your blouse so sloppily a couple of it’s buttons pop off, but he’s too busy kissing down your neck to notice, and you don’t give a fuck at this point.