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It's fine, Lasko, just focus on grading your papers…and not on your dick pushing against your fucking jeans. Why did i have to get this horny at work. Im in my fucking office for christs sake. I shift a bit to pull my chair closer to my desk, my cock rubbing against the teeth of my fly. 

Oh fuck

Nope, nope, just read the essays in front of you. A soft knock snaps me out of my thoughts. “Come in?” The door creaks open as freelancer pops their head in. “You busy?” Oh, thank god, a distraction. “No, well not really anyways, d-do you need something?” They nodded as they sat down in front of me. God, they looked so nice today, their hair tied up in a loose bun to help with the summer heat. My eyes trailed down to their tank tops. Tight and form-fitting, with its neckline down low enough to show their chest. Fuck pay attention lasko theyre talking. Don't stare at their chest…or how their top hugs them..

My dick jumped in my jeans. Oh fuck me now. They were rambling on about some class they were in. Slowly leaning forward with enthusiasm as they spoke. I slowly slid my hand off my keyboard and palmed my dick. Fuck . This is so wrong. Even if they couldn't see what I was doing, this was wrong. They were my friend, and I'm in my office. My eyes slid over them again as I rubbed over my tip. Even though my jeans it felt electric. The risk of getting caught only made me want to do it more. Their smile and laugh as they spoke made me speed up.

Fuck, fuck its so hot in here, even with the AC cranked up. “You know lasko” Fuck theyre talking to me. “Y-yeah?” 

They smiled, “You should come over some time. You, Me, and Gav could have a day in.” Oh, right, Gavin. The memory of him, of US , made my skin feel like it was on fire. I slipped my hand into my jeans. “We could have a day in, watch some movies, maybe go out after...” Their voice trailed off as my hand sped up. Trying to keep a straight face as they trailed on, and my hand sped up, was an Olympic sport. They leaned over my desk, hands resting on their chin. Fuck i had a straight veiw down their shirt. “Think about it, okay?” and with that, they smiled and left my office. Thank fuck for magic, the moment that door closed i locked it. Sliding my jeans down as i pumped my dick. I just wanted to cum. The mental image of them leaning over my desk seemed burned into my mind. The thought of them, bent over my desk, a fucking mess benath me as they took gavin in their mouth made me squeeze my dick. Fuck fuck- my thighs shook as my orgasum spilled over me. Coating my hand as I slowly pumped. 

Shit…Fuck..i just came thinking about my friend..one of my students no less..shit. But god, it felt good.

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Swinging my apartment door open to see Gavin on our couch felt. I hung my bag and slipped off my shoes as Gavin wrapped his hand around me. “You're happy, was class that good?” I smiled, spinning around in his arms to kiss him. “Class was okay, but after class was much more fun.”

“Oh? Pray tell,” I smiled, giggling. “I decided to pop in on Lasko, and let's just say he was…preoccupied and I helped.” 

“Oh? ”

“I pulled my shirt down a little and leaned over to help him imagine. I may not be a demon, but he's not the best at hiding his reactions, even ones under the desk.” Gavin stifled a laugh. “He's not exactly quiet either; he's very vocal, it's cute.” I nodded, “Maybe we could have him over? Help him learn to be quiet?” Gavin smiled, pulling me in to kiss my neck. “Both of you at once? You spoil me.” 

“Oh, baby, we're going to be spoiling him.”