The bathroom door slid open with a sharp *click*, and Elias didn't just walk in; he collided with Julian. He slammed into the other man, the force of it pinning Julian back against the wet tiles. Elias was still fully dressed, his suit jacket dampening instantly from the spray of the shower, but he didn't care. He grabbed Julian’s jaw, his fingers digging into the skin, and crushed their mouths together.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a collision of ten years of repressed frustration, professional hatred, and a hunger that had become an obsession. Julian let out a muffled *mmph* against Elias’s lips, his arms immediately winding around Elias’s neck, pulling him closer, trying to merge their bodies despite the layers of fabric.
Elias pulled back just an inch, his breath coming in ragged
