Alecto feels the pressure of time against the back of his neck. This charade should have long been over by now and he can tell how Josh's confusion is starting to come through, leaning on Alecto to give word, to direct as he usually does.
(Briefly, Alecto wonders what would happen if he asked - no, demanded - Josh to continue? What if he hissed temptations in Josh's ear, told him to undress them both, to throw Alecto to his knees in their room and have his way with him, to pull his hair while they frantically, desperately fucked and -
Ah, shit.)
Alecto clears his throat, after just another moment, forcing his eyes away from Josh's exposed clavicle and relaxing his grip on him (literally and figuratively at this point). "I think that's good enough for now, Mr. Archer. Thank you for your...enthusiasm." He straightens and absolutely, positively does not blush at all as he moves out from under Josh's arm and heads the few paces down to the room that they called theirs, fishing the key card out from his jacket pocket and only then as he opens the door with a metallic click, does he allow a moment of fluster to overtake him, a warmth flooding the hollow of his throat, painting it red. He knows Josh won't see, won't notice, and he hopes for the sake of both their jobs, he never will get the chance to.
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(Briefly, Alecto wonders what would happen if he asked - no, demanded - Josh to continue? What if he hissed temptations in Josh's ear, told him to undress them both, to throw Alecto to his knees in their room and have his way with him, to pull his hair while they frantically, desperately fucked and -
Ah, shit.)
Alecto clears his throat, after just another moment, forcing his eyes away from Josh's exposed clavicle and relaxing his grip on him (literally and figuratively at this point). "I think that's good enough for now, Mr. Archer. Thank you for your...enthusiasm." He straightens and absolutely, positively does not blush at all as he moves out from under Josh's arm and heads the few paces down to the room that they called theirs, fishing the key card out from his jacket pocket and only then as he opens the door with a metallic click, does he allow a moment of fluster to overtake him, a warmth flooding the hollow of his throat, painting it red. He knows Josh won't see, won't notice, and he hopes for the sake of both their jobs, he never will get the chance to.