Artem smut lol

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"I'll be leaving then, Mr Wing. But if you need my help, you can contact me anytime," You say.

He nods and gives you a gentle smile. "Then you should get going. I still have some things to take care of, but I've already called a cab for you. It's late. It wouldn't be safe to walk alone at this hour. Take a rest."

"You remember to take a rest too. You've been working for so long, you must also be tired," You say with a pout.

Artem couldn't help but give a small helpless laugh. "I will. I just have one final thing to take care of."

"You promise?" You say, and offer him your pinky finger.

Artem looks at you with slight shock, but he quickly caves as he leans in to wrap his finger around yours. "I promise." He says with complete sincerity.

Afterwards, he notices the small blush on your cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed too. "A-Alright then, I'll get going, Mr Wing." You say quickly, as if to divert the awkward situation.

He nods. "Make sure to call me when you get back."

You smile at him, and for a moment, Artem's breath gets taken away. Her smile was always so radiant, so bright, he wanted to capture it and keep it forever for himself.

He watches her leave, and as soon as the door shuts, he sighs as he buries his head back into work.

Artem breathes harshly through his nose as he runs into another bump in his case. It wasn't hard to take care of, but it certainly would be time consuming, and annoying to deal with. He looks at the clock. It was already past ten.

He feels his headache grow increasingly worse, and to his surprise, he feels a strange heat pool in his stomach. He rubbed his temples as he looked down, seeing the obvious bulge in his pants. Really. He sighed inwardly at himself. His body had to betray him at the worst moment.

He looked down at his erection with complete disdain. How long has it been since he last rubbed one off?

Artem shakes his head, and tries to continue to work, yet the clear sign of his pent up stress over a long week was very unwilling to have him do as he pleased. He tried crossing his legs, or really anything to try to ignore the stupid thing in between his legs, but nothing was working.

In the end, he resigned.

Just do it quickly, get it over with, and go back to work. He promised that he would finish and take a break, and he wasn't going to let a poorly timed erection ruin that.

Sighing, he defeatedly sinks his hand down to his pants, finally giving his cock some attention as he palms himself through his pants, a small wet patch already forming on the material. A small whine escapes from his lips as he rubs himself, and soon he quickly unbuckles his belt to let himself out.

He holds his own length in his hands as he slowly pumps himself, a groan slips from his mouth as he rolls his thumb over the head of his cock. He bites his lip. Just get on with it.

His phone suddenly vibrates, snapping his attention for a moment. He looks with bleary eyes to see you calling. Now wasn't really the right time, but he answered anyway as he continued to move his hand slowly up and down.

"...Are you home?" He asks, keeping his voice down so he doesn't accidentally moan. And he nearly does when he hears your voice at the other end.

"Well, no. I'm still in the cab, but I got bored, and wanted to call you. Are you still working?" You ask him.

"...Mm," Artem gives a non-committed hum, trying to avoid panting too heavily, in case you hear. "I-I'll be done in a moment."

"Don't think I'll let you off the hook that easily Mr Wing! I'll come by and drag you home myself!"