“I can't sleep, ah-ah...”

you feel the weight of the grandmaster's steps on the wooden floor, and your heart practically starts beating out of your chest. from nervousness or the thrill of being caught with your boyfriend's cock deep in your throat, you're not so sure.

the blonde lets out a satisfied grin, glancing around lohen's desk. usually, there'd be a pile of paperwork on the smaller side, which usually indicates he's ignoring it on purpose, while the bigger side has various weapons he's cleaning.

today, it seems his desk was covered with paperwork.

varka hums, “well this is new…” he chuckles aloud. “sure you didn’t hit your head or something?”

sure, writing reports is part of his duties as vice-captain… but to see him actually do it himself? yeah, that was new.

the comment has your lips turning upward.

lohen, as if sensing your amusement, pushes your head further in to accommodate more of his length. the tip rests snuggly against the back of your throat, causing you to sputter.

bastard!

"i'm offended, grandmaster. is that how poorly you think of my work abilities?" lohen teases, but his voice comes out strained than with its usual suave.

your tongue swirls around his length, the wet muscle brushing against a vein. his hips buck instinctively, chasing the pleasure your sweet warm mouth provides. fuck, it should be embarrassing how wet your panties have gotten given your current predicament.

varka waves a hand, dismissing lohen's comment with a laugh. he thinks it’s best to leave the vice-captain alone for now, before his sudden wave of diligence fades. or worse, lest he decides to spike another glass of his dandelion wine.

“work hard!” is all he yells before shutting the door behind him—footsteps fading away before it completely stills.

lohen lets out a cheeky smile after that (very unfortunate) disturbance finally passes. his gaze now freely meets your kneeling form that's hidden underneath the wooden desk.

you pull your head back, leaving only his blushing tip inside before giving it a gentle suck. your tongue runs over the slit, tasting his precum.

his thumb runs tender circles on your cheek, and you look up through damp lashes. you reel in the attention under his heated gaze. “wish you could see how cute look, bunny…”

featherlight kisses trail along his length—the action making his dick pulse.

"fuuuck, j-just like that..." he moans breathlessly with his head tilted back against the chair. his adam's apple bobbing. gloved hands reach out to tangle in your hair, forcing your mouth to take more of him.

you gag on his a cock a bit, and the bastard shudders.

your fingers grip his waist to anchor yourself, tears welling at the corners of your eyes. it’s getting harder to breathe with his cock lodged deep in your throat and you whine.

wait, did he just get harder?

he starts to shallowly thrust his cock while holding your head still. the wet sound accompanied by his moans reverberate in the room. “mhmp!” you sputter.

with the way he’s unabashedly moaning, you’d think you’re indulging yourselves in the confines of your home and not his workplace.

…still, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

the ache in your pussy only grows, and you can’t help but push your thighs together.

even in his pleasure induced mind, lohen still manages to notice the ache your poor pussy feels.

so, he nudges the tip of his boot against your crotch—pressing against it insistently as if silently urging you to ride his boot. admittedly, it immediately sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, and you can’t help but moan.

it’s not enough, but you take it nonetheless.

“shit, bun… riding my boot?” he chuckles, as if he wasn’t the one to start. you want to glare up at him, give him a piece of your mind but it’s really really difficult with him practically using your mouth like its a fleshlight.

you hump his boot, the knot in your lower belly tightening up embarrassingly quick. but with way he’s treating your mouth and the delicious pressure his boot provides, you can’t be bothered to feel any shame.

his thrusts grow more and more sloppy, and by this time, you’re sure your face is covered with spit and sweat. “g-gonna cum inside bunny…!” he stutters before forcing your head down, keeping you close to his cock as he shoots warm cum deep in your throat.

you pull away to breathe—but he keeps a hand on the back of your head, still keeping you close. his other hand holds the base of his cock and he glides the tip across your swollen lips like lip gloss, the pearly white liquid glistening under the office light.

he hums, lightly tracing your lip with his thumb.

“we should do this more often…”