you’re doing your best to stay on task. the laptop is open in front of you, a bright document filling the screen while your hands linger above the keyboard. but your attention has already started to drift. anton has been restless for hours, complaining about being ignored— soft whines of your name and exaggerated sighs.

at last you give in and respond, your voice gentle—more a quiet protest than any real scolding.

“toni… i said wait until im done, okay?”

his lips jut out in a pout, big eyes shimmering with a watery, hopeful look. “i’ve been so patient though… can’t i just have a taste? i swear I’ll be quick.”

he’s so needy for you, your cheeks heat up. “no… not right now.”

yet he doesn’t listen, he hardly ever does when he’s in such a desperate state. he approaches you slowly, as though afraid you might reject him. his hands are soft on your thighs, parting them just enough for his shoulders to fit. you emit a faint “anton—” though it is more of a whimper than a caution.

he gazes up at you with a pure expression, his chin already resting against your lap. "please? i need it.. ill make you feel so good, babyyy”

you let up the moment his hot breathe brushes against you. you whisper, “fine…just be quiet” despite the understanding that he likely will not.

he’s quick to slip his fingers into your waistband, pulling your shorts and panties down smoothly in one quick motion. the cool air brushes against you, causing you to shiver, and then his mouth is there. it starts gently, with soft licks along your folds, as if he is enjoying a treat. you attempt to focus on the screen, but your hands are already trembling.

“omg.. anton…” you mumble as a plea.

he purrs against your clit, the vibrations causing your hips to jerk towards his face. "shh, baby... just keep typing” his tongue flattens, moving slowly and broadly from your entrance up to circle your clit. he is so messy, saliva everywhere, with small slurping sounds that make your cheeks flush.

there’s no way of focusing with the way he starts to gently flicks his tongue against your clit, causing your back to arch and a soft whine to escape. he pulls back slightly, whispering against you, "you taste so sweet... been needing this all day”

his hands glide beneath your thighs, elevating them to allow him more access to your cunt. his tongue explores inside you, moving slowly in and out while his nose rubs against your clit. you are now dripping, with slickness covering his chin and flowing down to wet the sheets.

"anton... I can't concentrate—" your voice is breathy and faint, with your fingers motionless on the keyboard.

you concede, pushing the laptop aside. your hands reach for his hair, pulling it gently, “omg—please don’t stop—”

he lets out soft moans. "yeahhh baby, just let me make you feel good” he intensifies his actions, still sucking your clit, while two fingers enter you, curling perfectly. he now whines against you, his hips bucking against the mattress.

you cum intensely. your back arches, soft sounds escaping as your thighs close around his head. he continues without pausing, guiding you through it.

once you are completely exhausted and breathing heavily, he approaches you with a soft smile, pressing his face against your neck.