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Afton didn't knock anymore. He didn't see a reason to. So what if Scott was jerking off in his office, Afton had seen way worse. He went in and shut the door. Scott's head was on the desk and he sat up with a lurch when Afton walked in.

"Jesus Christ, Afton don't ever-" but he gave up mid way through yelling at him. Mostly because he was swiftly cut off with a yawn.

"Did you sleep at all?" Afton asked. He faintly remembered Scott squirming around a lot last night, so it would be a safe assumption to say no. Scott answered yes, though, but with a large amount of uncertainty.

"It's fine, though... there's just..." he groaned, "there's so much work."

"Would you like help? Afton was pretty good at paper work, and figured it wouldn't hurt much to help the man he loved.

"No I don't think I'm going to do it." Scott said, a glint in his eyes. He fiddled with the dial on his phone mask which sat on the desk beside him.

"Oh... well can we do what I want then?" Afton asked, slowly leaning against the door frame. He was smiling and Scott looked up, knowing in his eyes.

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