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Alpha Wolfe walked into the warehouse expecting the usual quiet shift, but instead found Vander Pulaski with his pants down and his cock in his hand, eyes glued to porn on his phone. Alpha didn’t call him out. He just stepped closer, pulled his own dick free, and told Vander to get busy. Vander dropped to his knees and took him deep, mouth working fast and sloppy. They traded places, sucking each other until spit ran down their shafts and both of them were rock hard. Vander bent Alpha over the stack of boxes and pushed inside raw. He fucked with steady, deep strokes while Alpha growled for more. “Harder,” Alpha ordered, “or I’ll tell the boss exactly what I caught you doing.” Vander slammed in harder, hips snapping, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the empty space. Alpha wasn’t satisfied for long. He pulled off, spun Vander around, and got him ready fast—fingers slick, hole twitching. Then he drove in deep. Vander took every inch, back arched, cock leaking onto his own thick bush. Alpha pounded until Vander shot hard, ropes streaking across dark hair. A few thrusts later Alpha pulled out, jerked once, and painted Vander’s open mouth with thick streaks of cum.