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office work*

All morning Damon had been overworked. Twelve articles to re-read, edit and publish all by nine o'clock tomorrow morning. With a clammy push through his hair and a unnerved hand on his hip, Damon found himself staring blankly at the piles of paper upon his desk with no clue where to begin. 

"Right then." He exhaled deeply. 

"What you so flustered for. 's gonna be fine." Amelia picked at her fingernails, sat with her legs crossed as she looked up at Damon from across the desk. 

"Easy for you to say when all you do is sit around and distract me." A harsh finger was sent to Amelia but she was far too disinterested in Damon's issues to even notice the gesture. Her focus had been returned to the bit of skin beside her nail she had resisted to chew off for the past couple of hours. "You were meant to have done half of this for me anyway."

"Fuck off was I. At this point you should know I just sit about lookin' pretty. Don't expect me to do things av never done." Amelia flicked a scrunched up post-it note across the desk in boredom. 

"That's about all you're good at." Amelia's eyes darted up to catch Damon's. She'd forgotten just how much of a turn on he was in his exasperated states. 

"You don't say that when your cock's half way down my throat." Damon could only scoff at her vulgarity. "Well? Am I wrong?" She followed up, eyes now intently on his. 

Damon knew all too well where this was going. "Amelia."

"What? G'wan, admit my head is fuckin' class." She egged him on with her knowing smile, desperate for a certain reaction. 

Damon held their gaze before Amelia's impatience interrupted the moment. "Pathetic." She blurted out, slumping back into the chair and returning her focus to her o'so fascinating nails. "Stop staring it's so unsettling." Amelia felt chuffed with her advanced vocabulary as she felt his gaze burn. "Unless you want me to prove it?" Her eyes lifted yet again. 

Damon felt uncomfortable in the situation, but couldn't help the unfortunate (or not) semi that grew beneath his belt. He shifted awkwardly, adjusting his crotch in the process. Amelia sensed that as much as he wanted to, he couldn't put himself through the stress that would come hand in hand with such activities. By knowing just that, it simply provoked her even more.

"Amelia not here, not now." As much as it pained him to say.

"Damon I know you want to. G'wan, it'll be fun. Just this once." She pleaded, lifting herself from the chair and planting her hands onto the desk in front, exposing her cleavage by doing so. Intentionally? Perhaps. 

Damon's eyes dropped and for a second every single thought from his ego was then clouded by his id. Fine. That didn't take much convincing. The almighty id. "Just this once."

"Would you look at that! Mr Albarn's a rebel." Damon quirked a brow. "You just gonna stand there then?" Amelia slowly sunk to her knees before disappearing beneath the desk as Damon took a seat with apprehension. 

"If I lose my job because someone walks in.." 

"Welcome to the world of 'what if'." She interrupted, placing her palms onto his thighs. 

"I'm serious Amelia. I could be done here." He looked down at her, his dampened fringe hanging perfectly as his cheekbones accentuated with his clenched jaw. 

"You'll be fine." Her dainty fingers began to unzip his tightened trousers.  

At this point, there was no return for Damon. After all, this was exactly what he had dreamt of for months. The perfect fantasy. Yet ideally not when he had as much to do as he did. Fuck it.

"I've got so much to.." his sentence was cut off with a sharp inhale as he felt her lips around his tip. Amelia held up a finger as if to say just shut the fuck up. And with that, Damon was on cloud fucking nine. Maybe this is what he needed. Head before cracking on with his work? Sound. He wouldn't even mind being overworked if it meant it came with this. 

With a hand between her hair and withheld grunts that came out as stiff exhales from Damon, Amelia too was on cloud fucking nine. Oh how she yearned for this exact reaction. 

"And you said you didn't want it? Are you seeing the size of your dick right now?" Her hand pumped away as Damon's chest rose and fell deeply. "Struggling there?"

Damon shook his head with a smile, pressuring his hand in her hair back down to where he wanted it. 

As his cock hit the back of her throat he released such a grunt that Amelia felt the vibrations through her hand that was upon his thigh. She couldn't help but want something in return just from how much he was enjoying this. His pleasure was also hers. Her glassy eyes looked up at him briefly and in that moment Damon was sure he could've come at the sight. Not yet. Not yet.

"Stand up." He demanded before doing so himself. It was now that Amelia felt utterly submissive, she would've done anything if it meant he wanted it. Outright obsequity, if you will. 

And so she did, she rose to her feet before bending over the desk, pleasantly surprised when Damon pushed two fingers into her, which, before long, was replaced with his cock. 

"You've got to be quiet, okay?" His grip on her waist tightened with every thrust as Amelia slapped a hand to her mouth to stop the inevitable moans from spilling. 

His hand wrapped around her torso for his fingers to touch her clit with the hope of speeding things up. "You close?" 

"You should fuckin' know by now."

"I thought so. Just checking." Damon pulled out and turned her hips for her to face him. "Where do you want it?" 

"Inside." She choked out, which in itself took Damon over the edge. "Fuck- fuck." She felt her own orgasm catch up with her as his hand came over to suppress her moans.

Damon wiped the sweat from his brow before collapsing back into the chair and packing his dick away with a sigh as Amelia slipped off the edge of the desk and made her way over to the sofa across the room. 

"So then." 

"Don't 'so then' me. You're actin' as if that was our first time fuck sake." Amelia adjusted her attire before returning to her good ol' nail picking. Damon couldn't help but chuckle incredulously as she'd returned to her trustworthy self. "Told you you'd be fine."