It had been one of those days he hated. Instead of being out patrolling target bussinesses, checking over or installing security or surveilance devices or even being stuck in the workshop building the devices and thinking of new ways to wreak havok on his unsuspecting workmates, he had been stuck in meetings all day.   
Not just inter-office meetings, but high profile clientelle meetings which meant having to be fully suited, neat and tidy, every hair in place... it sucked.  
If that hadn't been bad enough, there wasn't even breaks between meetings. Even lunch was a business affair set around a large conference table with a rediculously expensive buffet set along one wall.

Even that wouldn't have been too bad and he probably would have even got a kick out of the caviar, truffles and lobster they were served if not for the fact that all of these meetings had been planned to take place half way accross the continent.  
It had been a 6 hour flight from hell. His boss hadn't even been willing to spend the extra cash for a non-stop flight which would have taken half the time and with having to do the last minute preparations on the presentations, he had barely gotten time to sleep before the meetings started.  
Because of this his stomach had still been in knots at lunch time so he hadn't gotten to enjoy it.

The worst part though, by far, was that he hadn't gotten time to see his lover before leaving.   
Zac had been out of town for the last two weeks and he had arrived home the day he left. In fact his lovers flight had gotten in 5 minutes before his flight left leaving no time for even a kiss or the briefest of glimpses.  
It had been two weeks of calls, texts and pictures to keep him company. Not that he was complaining about the calls, damn could that man talk sex like no other. And the picture messages to go with it had been nothing short of mind-blowingly sexy.  
But they weren't enough. He wanted to hold his man. He wanted to touch and kiss and lick and bite and mark and take his man in and never let him go... He wanted Zac to pound him into the floor, the wall, the table, the mattress, he wanted to be soo thoroughly fucked that he couldn't walk for a month... AT LEAST.

And it was these thoughts that had helped to torture him all day without any chance to even duck away to quickly knock one out to take off the edge.

Before the sound of the lock clicking in to place had even stopped resounding in his ears he had his belt undone and and was popping the buttons on his pants. He stumbled down the short hallway from the entrance of his suite, while toeing off his shoes and shucking his pants, tripping over them and tumbling backwards over the arm of the couch, ending up sprawled across the cushions.

He quickly pulled his erection out, tucking his boxerbriefs under his balls, then agonizingly slowly gave himself a long firm stroke.  
The moan and the breath that escaped his lips was explosive and filled with relief, desperation and desire.

He took his hand away briefly to wet his palm with saliva then his hand went straight back to the head, rubbing over it in a circular motion before wrapping his hand around himself and flexing his hips to thrust up into his fist.

He fumbled in his jacket pocket with his other hand and grabbed his phone out, placing it on the cushions beside him before flicking open the buttons on his jacket and shirt, then loosening his tie.  
He scratched blunt fingernails over his nipples with a groan, then grabbed the phone and quickly started flicking through the messages until he came to the one from two days before.  
Just the sight of it made his whole body shudder with want as he continued to pump himself with faster and firmer strokes. 

It was a close up shot of Zac from behind. He was naked and on his knees with that sexy round ass of his pushed up in the air just begging to be fucked. He had both shoulders and his head down on the floor and he was turned to look back towards the camera as though he had been checking it's position.  
He had one hand wrapped around his cock and the other hand was up near his face as he had his lips wrapped around two of his fingers.

He groaned as he stared at the picture and precum started pooling on his stomach. He stopped stroking just long enough to scoop it up and use it to ease the friction on his cock then sped up his movements as he flicked his finger across the screen to change to the next picture.

It was obviously taken moments after the first as he was in the same position only now the one hand was tugging on his balls as he had the other hand reaching behind himself and the two saliva slicked fingers were buried up to the knuckle in his ass. He had obviously hit the right spot as his eyes were glazed over and distant, his brow was forrowed and his mouth was open on what he knew was one of the sexiest moans on the planet.

He gasped and quickly squeezed the base of his cock to stop his release. He wanted to send Zac a picture before he lost it. He took a deep breath to calm himself and then turned on the couch to sit up.   
He flicked over to his camera on the phone and then sat it in the charger on the table before adjusting it to get a good shot. He paused before quickly changing his mind and switching it over to the video function and hitting record.

He sat on the couch again, quickly pulling his briefs off of one leg, before leaning back and placing his feet on the edge of the coffee table with his legs spread. He moved his hand back down to his cock, touching the tip with just his middle finger and slowly lifting his hand away from it, watching as a string of precum glistened and stretched between the digit and his cock before snapping back.   
He groaned softly as he ran his fingers down the underside of his erection and down over his balls, weighing them and giving them a squeeze, then he lifted them up as he slide his body down a little on the couch, exposing himself to the camera.  
As he continued to massage his sack he looked directly at the camera and started sucking on the fingers of his other hand, then slowly ran his fingers down to his nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers, before trailing them down leaving a slick trail over his chest and stomach and down past his cock, reaching underneath with a hum as his fingers circled his entrance, feeling it twitch with anticipation.

He bit his lip and moaned loudly as he pressed two digits into himself. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his mouth fell open and he started to pant as he worked the fingers in and out, his other hand moving up to start stroking himself again as his toes curled against the table.  
He whimpered with need as his hips started moving, impaling himself on his fingers and pushing himself up into his tightened fist, bringing himself back to the edge of release.

It was imagining his lover sitting across the room, watching him fucking himself, that finally made him gasp as the tension built to the point of snapping. His back arched as his head dug into the back of the couch and he cried out, his release reaching a rather impressive height before splashing down across his stomach and chest, hitting his shirt, tie and jacket in the process.

He collapsed back onto the couch and lay there panting and catching his breath for a few minutes before looking at the camera with a sated grin. "And THAT is why I spend the extra money to get a private suite" He looked down at his cum stained suit "And THAT is why I always bring spare suits!" He chuckled as he tiredly leant forward to stop the recording, then promptly sent it to Zac. 

He was really looking forward to a nice long soak in the spabath, before wrapping himself in the fluffy bath robe, curling up in bed to watch a movie while sipping on a glass of port and chowing down on a porterhouse steak with mushroom and black pepper sauce.   
Maybe he'd even order some of the Devilsfood cake with cointreau and dark choc chip icecream... Hell, that might even help him forget that he had another full day of meetings again tomorrow.