⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ ashlin 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Lars sets his phone down on the desk and, without taking his eyes off it, switches on his computer.

The phone’s lit up with the app open, just as it has been since he swerved haphazardly into his usual parking spot and switched off the engine without caring to straighten up.

He hadn’t even heard Cindy’s usual cheery greeting as he passed through the lobby earlier, either, completely consumed with his finger hovering over the buttons on the screen.

Cindy shook her head with a gentle laugh, ‘Can’t keep those two away from each other even at work. So sweet.’

But Cindy wasn’t quite right about that – Lars wasn’t sending you a cute good morning text like he usually did as he meandered into work.

‘Lars, buddy, it’s your turn for coffee today.’ Kurt drawls from the next desk over. ‘Lars? Hello?’

‘Oh- yeah? Sorry I was-’

Kurt turns to see what’s got Lars so distracted and immediately clocks the app, the love heart dial in the centre pulsing enticingly as it waits to be toyed with. Much like Lars was imagining you were right now.

‘Oh! I know what that is,’ Kurt exclaims, ‘don’t mind if I do-’

Never seeming to miss a beat when it comes to Lars’s personal life, Kurt was of course immediately all over the phone, swiping it from the desk and jabbing at the settings with a careless, haphazard finger.

Not the sort of treatment Lars would ever subject you to. His blood boils instantly.

‘Kurt! Stop!’ Lars tries, reaching to grab the phone. It’s futile and he feels kind of silly, but aside from Kurt abusing the settings and therefore you, he wants to be the first one to use it.

‘Trouble in the bedroom, huh?’ Kurt teases, ‘Had to employ the old vibrator to get things moving?’

‘No!’ Lars protests, puffing out his chest, ‘We have a very full and healthy-’ he clears his throat, conscious that he’s a work, and lowers his voice before finishing his sentence, ‘sex life.’

Kurt unceremoniously tosses the phone screen-down back onto Lars’s desk with a clatter before sliding back to his chair.

‘Well, that oughta get things going,’ he chuckles, slipping on his headphones to drown out Lars’s inevitable response.

Lars frowns, his body feeling hot and tense, but swallows down his irritation at Kurt’s little stunt. 

It doesn’t matter what Kurt thinks, because Lars knows the truth. He knows he goes to bed with you every night and thoroughly satisfies you before you sleep. He knows that he’s never craved touch, or sex, this much in his life and that the urges are completely sated with you each time he has them. And that’s exactly why you ordered the vibrator, so you could stay connected while he was at work, because what Kurt doesn’t understand is that you and Lars can’t keep your hands off one another.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself before picking up the phone to see the damage. 

Wincing, he turns it over to see that the vibrator he’d slipped into your underwear this morning had been turned from Off to the highest, fastest setting.

‘Oh no! No, no, no-’

He smashes the Off button like his life depends on it, shooting Kurt a look like thunder before picking up his desk phone and dialling your number.

‘Hey, it’s me,’ he coos quietly into the receiver.

‘Lars,’ you pant, voice ragged, ‘what uh- that was-’

‘I’m so sorry,’ he whispers, shutting his eyes tight as he considers how to explain it.

He shoots a look over his shoulder at Kurt, who is now completely in his own world, air drumming with a pen and pencil to whatever racket is pumping through his headphones. If he tells you Kurt switched it on, he’s sure that won’t only ruin the mood for you, but it will ruin it for him too, so he makes something up.

‘I uh… I dropped my phone. Are you okay?’

‘Yeah… yeah I’m okay, but that was kinda intense.’

‘Oh? Okay, well…’ Lars slides his phone closer and presses on the dial, setting the vibrator to the lowest speed. ‘How’s that feel?’

His voice is all low and husky now. You smile, knowing that just hearing you on the phone has given him the confidence he needed to start using the controls.

‘That feels… mmh, pretty good…’ 

It’s nestled right against your clit, buzzing slowly and gently.

‘Yeah?’ he asks, ‘How about… if I do this?’ 

Lars turns it up a little, and you moan at the change. Your reaction is so loud, he quickly slaps a hand over his mouth and holds the receiver to his chest and looks around, but no one he can see from his office cubicle has batted an eyelid. He can hear the faint office chatter and hum of computers and screech of the xerox machine continue on as normal in the background, so his shoulders drop.

‘Good?’ he asks.

‘So good… still not as good as you, though, baby,’ you whine. ‘When will you be home?’

Lars bites his lips together, feeling the way his trousers tighten at the sound of you whining and begging for him. He feels feral at the idea that he’s doing this to you, but it’s still not enough for you without him actually being there.

‘Do you want more?’ he asks, smirking to himself.

‘I want you, Lars,’ you moan, and he turns it up another notch.

‘Lar- Lars- gonna make me- c-c- ohhmmnnn-’ 

‘You gonna come?’ he breathes heavily, trying to keep his voice as low as he can, which is doing nothing to put out the blaze between your legs.

He turns it up again – a slightly stronger vibration and a more persistent rhythm, and listens to you completely unravel down the phone; your breath rapidly falling uneven as you gasp and pant, and a muffled sound of bedsheets rustling as you writhe on his bed, crying out for him.

Lars is dizzy, knuckles white where he grips onto his desk, and as he listens to your panting quieten, he shakes his head, remembering himself and lowering the vibrator until it’s completely off.

He’s so hard it’s unbearable, but for now he’s hidden under his desk, and he’s on the phone. No one would bother him while he’s clearly on an important call.

‘Are you okay?’ he asks, a pang of guilt in his stomach that he’s not there with you, holding and kissing you as you recover, the way he likes to. ‘I’m gonna take an early lunch, okay? I’ll be with you soon – a couple of hours… can you wait that long for me?’

‘Mmh, need you Lars,’ you groan, still dazed from the intensity, and from knowing he was doing this to you from his work. You wonder if he’s turned on, red and embarrassed and stuck with a tent in his pants beneath his desk, and bite your lip at the thought.

‘Okay,’ he whispers darkly, like he’s plotting something far more dangerous, ‘I’ll try and sneak out earlier… do you feel ready for another round until I can get there?’

‘Mmhmm,’ you agree, feeling the instant gentle buzz start back up. You jolt, still sensitive from your high, but quickly ease into it.

‘I’m gonna get off the phone so I can really focus okay? I’ll be with you soon.’

‘Okay… bye Lars, and please hurry, I’m so wet for you,’ you coo, knowing what it’ll do to him.

‘I- I will, I’ll be- oh- I’ll be as fast as I c-can,’ he stutters.

He drops the receiver back into place and carefully grabs a file from the shelf above his desk, surreptitiously sliding it over his middle to hide his arousal as he stands, slipping his phone into his pocket.

Kurt turns and lifts one side of his headphones. ‘Remember it’s your turn for coffee, buddy,’ he reminds Lars, smirking. He knows, but Lars is too far into this to notice.

‘Mmhmm, coming up,’ he says absently, hurrying off to the bathrooms with the file clutched awkwardly over his aching cock.

There’s no one in the bathroom when he sneaks in, so he locks himself in a stall, drops the file, takes a steadying breath, and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

Sweat coats his forehead as he stares down at the app, the low setting going steady, and wonders how long you could stand that, how pent up you might get if he was to just leave it that way until he gets home and watches you come undone with the vibrator under his control.

He checks the time at the top of the screen. It’s only 10am. He’d come in late, and had been here for half an hour, and he was trapped in the bathroom with what feels like the hardest dick he thinks he’s ever experienced, red faced, sweat pouring down his face now, hair a mess, a wet spot on the front of his pants…

‘Fuck it,’ he mutters. 

It’s unlike him to let out such a casual profanity (except for when you’re riding him or sucking his soul out of his cock, but he thinks given the circumstances he can be excused for those times). But then, this whole situation is unlike him. You’ve unlocked thoughts and feelings in him that he’d never before experienced and the scariest part was how much he liked it.

He slips the phone back into his pocket and collects the file, heading straight out without a word to anyone, even Cindy who just watches him march out holding the file, with a curious frown, but doesn’t bother to ask.

Lars usually rushed home to you, but today, you hear the rubber of his tires screech on the gravel outside.