The Wolf woke early, as he always did. The other brother should still be asleep in his room, tangled in the sheets. But he wanted the older one first. He found him already awake, checking his phone, probably reviewing the day's schedule. Always working, this one. Always thinking about the next deal. The Wolf plucked the phone from his hand and tossed it aside.

  "I wasn't done—"

  "You are now." He pushed him onto his stomach and spread his legs. "I want you before you start thinking about business."

  "I'm always thinking about business," he said, but he was already arching his back, already presenting himself.

  "I know." The Wolf pushed inside him, slow and deep, and felt him tense and then rex. "That's why I have to fuck it out of you first." He set a steady rhythm—hard, ciming, the way Sender liked it. He kept one hand pnted between his shoulder bdes, pinning him down.

  "Fuck—" his boyfriend gasped into the pillow. "I have—I have a meeting today."

  "Tell me about it." The Wolf thrust deeper, felt him clench around him. "New client—ah—Rumpelstiltskin. The broker. Big contract—import, export, specialized goods and services—" His words came in broken gasps between thrusts.

  "Good boy. Keep talking."

  "He needs—fuck—he needs someone who can handle things quietly. Discretion. High value—oh god—discrete financial transactions."

  The Wolf smiled against his neck. Even like this, pinned and panting, his sub's mind was working. "You always had a mind for business."

  "That's—that's rich—coming from someone who's—currently—fucking me into the mattress—"

  The Wolf thrust harder, making him forget words for a moment.

  "By the way, what time should your brother Steve's airpne be arriving at your old home city? And what time is your meeting?"

  He turned his head, squinting at the clock on the nightstand. "Steve should be nding at the airport now, and my meeting is in fifteen minutes."

  "Mmm." The Wolf slowed his pace deliberately, drawing it out. "I'm taking thirty."

  "What? No—I'll be te—"

  "That's not my problem." He watched him process that, watched the moment his boyfriend's resistance melted into submission. He watched him bury his face in the pillow and whisper, "Yes, sir."

  The Wolf felt him tighten around him, felt him getting close. He leaned down, spoke directly into his ear: "Good boy. Come for me."

  His boyfriend orgasmed beneath him with a muffled cry, his body going rigid before going completely pliant. The Wolf followed seconds ter, grinding deep, marking him, ciming him. After, while his boyfriend y boneless and gasping on the sheets, the Wolf pressed a kiss to his shoulder bde.

  "Tell Stiltskin I said hello," he murmured. "And that if he fucks you over, I'll eat him."

  A breathless ugh. "Pretty sure that's not how business negotiations work."

  "It's how mine work." The Wolf rolled off his pig and smacked him on the ass lightly. "Now you're definitely going to be te. Better shower."

  His boyfriend groaned but didn't move. "I hate you."

  "No you don't."

  "...No. I don't."

  The Wolf watched his boyfriend finally drag himself out of bed, watched the way he walked—carefully, feeling it—and smiled. Thirty minutes well spent.