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“Happy Birthday, Roman.” For the first time, Matt wasn’t waiting at the window for Roman to let him in. He sat shirtless on the man’s desk, a bottle of high end bourbon next to him. Leaning forward, his fingers curled around the edge of the desk as his head tilted curiously to the side, listening closely for the sound of any wavering. “I thought we could celebrate…”
Well, wasn't this a pleasant surprise? Roman can't help but rumble appreciatively at the sight that met his eyes, Matt sitting shirtless on his desk after having let himself in. The bottle of high end boubon was also welcome but right now the crime lord had set his sights on higher prizes, eyes roving hungrily over the other's chest. "Bourbon? You sure know how to spoil a man, Matt..." Roman says softly, locking the door behind him. If anyone dared disturb them, he'd not sure how he'll restrain himself from killing them where they stood. Today had been shit enough but the vigilante had come through, with promises to end the day on a better note than it had started. He can't help but admire the other man's muscles as he leans forwards on the desk, gleaming maple making Matt's pale skin stand out so much more. Every rolling muscle, every scar exposed and on show for his eyes only make Roman want him more, striding forth like a hunter to claim his prize. His jacket hits the floor, followed by his own shirt and tie which lies forgotten in a soft heap as he approaches the desk, bare palms gliding over the vigilante's heated skin before he too takes a seat after having fetched two glasses for them to drink from. Well, it would be rude to get started without even opening the bottle and offering Matt a drink for how long he must have waited. "You'll be pleased to know my schedule tonight is empty so we got all the time in the world to celebrate, just you and me. Not gonna lie, I've had a shit day. Feel like helping make it better, hero?" Roman asks playfully, knowing Matt was more than capable of doing just that.