𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 || 𝕯𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

"You're squirming a little too much my love, are you sure you're getting your work done?"

Daisuke's steel blue eyes meet your playful smirk, barely hidden beneath a thin veil of false concern. You raise a hand to smooth back a few stray hairs, and though his face tilts ever-so-slightly into the touch, the man's gaze turns back to the bright glow of the computer monitor.

It's been nearly an hour since you took the liberty of seating yourself on Daisuke's delicious dick, and at this point he's not sure if it's the best or worst birthday present he's ever received. You feel amazing, hot and wet and wrapped perfectly around his cock, but you won't move and the pulsing between his thighs is starting to cloud his mind. As if you can sense this, you wiggle your hips into a more comfortable position, and he nearly seizes up at the feeling.

"The sooner you finish, the sooner we can get to the fun part," you breathe into his ear, like focusing on an investigation is anything close to easy when your body is pressed against his like this. Your voice is intoxicating, buzzing in his head until the screen before him blurs and all he can think about is you.

For a man usually so put-together, when it comes to your teasing, Daisuke is clay under your potter's hands.

"I'm sure HEUSC can do this for me," he tries persuading you for the umpteenth time that evening, startled to hear the waver in his own voice.

The smug tone of your chuckle makes his skin crawl, "But that wouldn't be as fun, would it?"

"I believe you're the only one having fun right now."

You lean back to pout at him, and clench around his cock, hard. Daisuke's head drops to your shoulder, fingers digging into your hips to ground himself as he fights back a drawn out groan.

"Daisuke," sensual kisses following the curve of his jaw, "You told me you could get it done. What happened to your promise?"

He latches his mouth onto the junction between your neck and shoulder instead of answering, pushing aside the fabric of your shirt to brush his lips beseechingly across your skin. You're being unfair - he's never tried cockwarming before, how was he supposed to know that it would feel so good? That the way your thighs hugged his waist would warm him to the core like the coffee you shared each morning? That your hands skimming up and down his now-wrinkled dress shirt could make him thrum with arousal until he felt like a balloon ready to pop?

Evidently silence does not satisfy you, because suddenly you're twining your fingers into his hair and tugging his head back, staring him down with a thoughtful hum. You roll your hips and Daisuke groans out loud, Adam's apple bobbing as your walls massage his length, pulling his nerves taught like the strings of a guitar.

When you lean down to press your curved lips against his throat, tinged red and feverishly hot, he realizes you know - and you're playing his body like an instrument.

"You've been working so hard," you tell him, even though he hasn't, his productiveness dropped like a stone the moment you slid onto his lap.

"I guess you do deserve your present, huh?"

"Yes," the heat where your forms meet pins his mind to a single goal until Daisuke is shifting his hips up to meet yours before you've even given the word.

"Yes what?"

Indignant blue eyes blink up at you but still he manages, "Yes, please."

A soft smile, "Thank you," then you're leaning in to share a kiss, trailing over his cheek and back down his neck. He shudders as you take in the quivering exhale that escapes him when your tongue laves over his pulse point.

When you speak again, your voice is sugar sweet, "Happy birthday, love."

Daisuke moans in relief and fists the folds of your clothing as you finally raise and drop your hips against his, knowing he won't last long.

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