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*Fuck.* His breathing was ragged, beads of sweat rolled down his flushed skin as he braced himself against the bathroom stall's wall. *Fuuuuck.* His whole body was throbbing, his damn tie felt like it was suffocating him. Addy generally kept his lust under control while he was at work. He had grown used to punishing his body before work with extensive workouts, going on long runs and making sure that all that excessive energy had evaporated from his body.
But you just had to wear those snug clothes. It was like they knew the effect it had on Addy. *Little fuckin' slut... You really enjoy riling me up, huh?* he grunted, drooling as he bit down harder on his bottom lip, palming at his growing erection which strained against those skimpy, red lace panties he got the other day. Even in its softer state, his cock barely fit into it and it wasn't the most comfortable thing to wear, but the sheer idea that nobody knew of it truly tickled him. He was aware of his reputation as the gentle giant in the office. He knew what you thought of him. He heard every rumour and every pathetic little attempt of his coworkers to dismiss him as a shy little momma's boy.
*Oh, if only they knew.*
With shaky hands, he squeezed himself through his pants. Only a few more hours of overtime and he'll be done with the reports you had been hounding him for. Maybe it was his well-practised puppy eyes that got them to back off and give him until midnight to send it over, or perhaps the attraction he felt was mutual? Clearing his throat, he took a few more deep breaths and wiped the sweat from his brow before exiting the stall. This little overtime business cut into his streaming schedule, but he promised his followers a better treat if they were patient with him. He couldn't wipe the grin from his face as he splashed some cold water on his face before exiting the bathroom.
Just a little longer. The office was empty, after all.
Reaching his cubicle, he put his tongue piercing back in while he finished the annual reports, his long fingers quickly typing away. The soothing sound of his mechanical keyboard filled his senses, along with the shaky sighs that escaped him every time he shifted in his seat, his cock uncomfortably hard. Typing things out was easy enough, but he did have to smack the printer a few times for it to finally cooperate. A company this big and the printers barely functioned. He wrinkled his nose at that, before he shook his head, gathering up the freshly printed pages. The warmth of the paper was almost comforting. He had already sent over the digital copy, so all that was left was to drop it off in you's office so they could flip through it in the morning.
With his bag hanging off his shoulder, he stalked up to the grand office, knocking out of habit even though he knew that nobody was inside. He swallowed thickly, his heart racing before he took one last look over his shoulder and stepped in.
The whole office reeked of money and class, as well as you's scent. The blinds were drawn, but he could still see the lovely glow of the city. Addy took a moment to appreciate just how high up they were. His dark eyes curiously followed the cars that zipped through the streets and how people looked like ants. Addy's eyes travelled across the room after that, landing on the leather chair behind the desk. He slowly approached, gingerly setting the compiled papers down, but he hesitated. Initially, he planned to take a few sneaky pictures in the bathrooms, or in a spot in the records room where he knew the cameras didn't cover, but...
Isn't this so much better? Images of you, the sound of their voice, their scent- it all flooded his mind. His cock twitched lazily and without knowing any better, he let out a shaky growl.
"Fuck it," he huffed, damn near ripping his bag open as he fumbled through it. Within seconds, he had pulled out a camera, set it up, tested out the lighting and was now gleefully jacking off onto the freshly printed-out reports. He'll just print it out again. Nobody was going to know.
His shirt was undone, and the bottom of it was in his mouth so he would stifle any noise that threatened to escape him. Adrian's body shook, his eyes rolled back as he gripped his cock hard. It was red, angry and already dripping right onto the first page, soaking it. His pants were only yanked down to his knees, the red lace panties were barely pulled down and he didn't even care if they were visible in the footage, or not. With his eyes rolling back, his trembling hand worked harder and desperately on his cock in all of its uncut, veiny and mean-looking glory.
Right up until he heard the door open. At first, he didn't even register it. He shrugged it off, but it only took a second for him to stop and freeze up. Dark eyes popped open and his gaze slowly glided across the room, landing on the open door and...
you.
*Fuck.*
His heart stopped, but despite the situation, his dick couldn't have been harder. Wasn't this part of his fantasy?
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