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My head bobbed in a frantic nod. Did I want to try sliding my cock against Seb’s until we came all over each other? Um, yes.

“Do you want to try it right now?” He reached into my boxer briefs and wrapped his fingers around my aching dick, making me whimper. “As a reward for answering all my questions?”

“Yes,” I gasped, hips already straining toward him. “Please. Yes, please.”

“Alright. You did so good, Larkin.” He almost sounded like he wanted to say something else, but instead he eased my cock out and gave it a slow stroke. “Jesus, you’re so hard. Already leaking everywhere.”

As his thumb swiped over my wet tip, then slowly circled my banjo string, I jerked with a tiny whine and felt my eyelids flutter from the pleasure. I was literally about two seconds from blowing, and I really, really wanted to try frotting, so I quickly reached for his fly and fumbled with the button.

Seb’s fingers tightened on my cock, his hips arching forward so I could reach better. My hand trembling, I reached into his pants and pulled out his stiff dick, brows pinching as I greedily took it in. God, it was so big, and flushed a dark red, and the tip was wet. A tiny shudder wracked his frame as a drop of clear pre-cum welled and slid down over the tapered head.

I wasn’t thinking all that much anymore. Chest heaving, I tried to tug his cock closer to mine and heard Seb huff in amusement before he released my dick to gently unwrap my clutching hand from around his. I was already trembling, my knees bouncing frantically as I stared down at his cock just an inch from mine. Then he eased closer, and my weeping tip brushed the underside of his length.

“Nnngh.” I shuddered hard, panting raggedly as my hips strained up to brush my cock against his again. “Seb. Seb—”

“I’ve got you, swee—Lark.” He pressed his cock firmly against mine, making my stomach clench up, then wrapped his fist around both of us.

“Oh… oh my god.” More than anything, it was the knowledge that his cock was sliding against mine—the sight of it—that was making me want to come instantly. It was so… intimate. Secret. The parts of our bodies that stayed hidden from everyone were literally pressed together.

“I’m g-gonna come really fast,” I got out in a trembling voice, my sweating palms slipping on the desk and knocking into something.

“That’s okay,” he rasped soothingly, then slid his big fist up and back down our pinned lengths.

“Mmm.” My eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back. My elbows buckled, so I shakily lowered myself onto them.

“That’s perfect,” Seb murmured, and the praise lit me up on the inside. “I’m going to hold still and you’re going to move, Larkin. Fuck your dick against mine.”

This could legit kill me. My heart was pounding so freaking hard. I couldn’t think. I was just nerves and sensation, a constant flow of pleasure rippling over my whole body.

I tried to thrust against him, but the angle was a little awkward with my feet still on the floor. Licking my lips, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his hips so I could lift my ass off the desk and slide my cock against his within his fist, a broken moan escaping me.

“Perfect,” he rasped again. “Keep going.”

“I’m—I—” I panted, thrusting manically into his fist. My banjo string was sliding against him, catching on the ridge of his cockhead, and it was making me shake wildly. “I’m g-gonna come. I c-can’t h-hold it back—”

“That’s okay,” he murmured. His free hand slid over my tense stomach, pushing my shirt higher and out of the way. I felt his thumb trace lightly around my belly button, and the ticklish sensation made me clench up and gasp.

“S-Seb.”

“Keep going, Lark.” His voice was ragged, breathing choppy. I felt his hips twitch as he fought to keep them still. The knowledge that this was affecting him too made me moan desperately and fuck into his fist faster, gasping for breath.

“I’m coming,” I got out in a wobbly voice as the pleasure mushroomed, turning my thrusts erratic. “I’m coming. Seb—”

His free hand quickly cupped the heads of our cocks, a split second before I stiffened completely and cried out as the pressure broke. My dick throbbed wildly against his, unloading into his fist. Just as the orgasm began to taper off, I felt his big body shudder as his cock flexed hard. His hot cum coated my sensitive cockhead, sending me into another fast, intense explosion, my balls almost aching from the force of it.

I realised I was chanting, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” when his body finally sagged, his cock pulsing weakly against mine. As I floated back down to earth, I could hear my pulse pounding wildly in my ears. My head felt light and empty. I just wanted to collapse back onto the desk and take a nap.

Oh. Shit. We were on Taylor’s brand-new desk. In his brand-new, never even used office.

Peeling my eyes open, I lifted my heavy head and stared at Seb. His chest was pumping fast under his shirt as he gazed back at me, expression almost unreadable. It made a flurry of nerves cut through the hazy, post-nut fog, but before I could move, he gave me that rare grin that instantly put me at ease.

“Excellent second lesson,” he said, voice still deeper and growlier than normal.

I laughed hoarsely, looking down my front at his hand still cupped over our softening cocks. Carefully, he raised it and curled his fingers into a fist so he didn’t get cum anywhere.

Well, I was definitely glad he had the foresight to do that. I would’ve been hella embarrassed if I’d had to walk around all day with cum on my shirt.

I struggled upright, then quickly reached into my jacket pocket. “I have some napkins from the coffee place.”