I'm focused, I'm focused. What do you need me to do?
Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just... Lost in thought.
[clears throat]
Come morning, Peter is heading to work once more, coffees in hand. @intentintegrity.bsky.social
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rp | mdni | oc | 18+
mature and violent themes ahead
-ankles, now.
Peter lets out a little exhale, smiling; he likes feeling useful.
"I like the sound of that. I'm not sure how much... I haven't tried a lot of things. But I'm open to trial runs."
He grins softly up at Nolan. Peter hasn't even pull up his trousers from. Where they're a bit tied up around his -
Peter brightens from his little stupor, sitting up more.
"Please? I mean, yes. I would like that. I... I'm sure it would benefit us both. Was this.... Did this relax you?"
Peter hums, leaning up into that kiss and then nuzzling his hip.
"Good. Relaxed. I... I liked all of that..."
He looks up at Nolan, expression open and unguarded.
Peter's eyes briefly open as Nolan shifts and speaks before they fall close again as he sips deeply from the water.
Being like this with Nolan felt oddly natural. Peter was taking to it like a duck to water.
Peter is still slightly floaty, and he swallows, throat and jaw sore. He looks up at Nolan, some sort of adoration on his face.
His eyes fall shut as his hair is pet.
"Mmm... Thank you, sir..." He remains where he is on his knees.
Need a lawyer?
Peter's eyes flutter shut as he feels Nolan spill down his throat.
Soft noises leave Peter as he swallows around the man, taking every drop Nolan has to give him.
His head bobs slightly, but with Nolan lodged down his throat, he could move little.
"Mmhhf--..." Is all Peter can say, but the way he swallows around Nolan's cock down his throat should be affirmation enough.
Peter even moves to cup and fondle Nolan's balls, wanting to please, wanting to feel Nolan spill down his throat.
Peter looks up at Nolan through his eyelashes, lips stretched wide around the man's large cock.
That floating feeling from earlier was returning somewhat, and with every gag that Nolan triggers only has Peter feeling even more so that way.
Fuck. Peter likes that.
Peter squeezes Nolan's hips, as if encouraging him. He tries to relax his jaw and throat.
Peter isn't sure he's wanted to be a good boy for anyone as much as he does for Nolan.
Peter shivers slightly at that groan, his hands squeezing Nolan's thighs where he holds onto the man.
Peter takes Nolan deeper, sending his cock plunging down his throat. Peter gags, but it doesn't seem to bother him as he simply keeps going.
It thrills Peter to hear the little noises Nolan makes, even if they're soft. The man is always so composed... It feels good to be able to affect him so.
Peter begins bobbing his head on Nolan, tongue swirling. Peter was something of a fan of this activity.
- lips around him.
To be truthful, Peter is doing very well in his classes, but. That's hardly sexy.
"Yes, sir..."
Peter gives Nolan's cock a few strokes before he's pressing his lips to the sensitive head. He teases with his tongue a moment before he's taking more of Nolan's length into his mouth, stretching his-
"Maybe."
Peter undoes Nolan's pants, then pushes them down slightly so that he can pull the man's cock free. Peter swallows.
"Can you blame me?" His gaze flickers up, and he slides out of the chair and onto his knees to be at just the right height for this.
Peter wets his own lips, reaching out to undo Nolan's pants.
"I've fantasized about sucking you off, too..." He says softly, lowly.
"That was... really good..." He hums, lifting a hand to run his hand through his hair. The praise felt... extremely nice.
"Can I...?" He glances up at Nolan, then back down at the tent in Nolan's pants. Peter reaches his hands out to the man's thighs.
Oh... Peter leans into that touch to his hair. His eyes fall shut briefly.
"I feel good... Amazing..."
His eyes open again, and he looks up at Nolan. "Did you.... Are you--?" Peter's gaze flickers down to Nolan's groin.
-slowly coming back to himself.
Peter could probably lift a bottle, but he's happy to let Nolan do this for him. He opens his mouth to take a sip.
Peter felt... amazing. If this was the sort of thing Nolan enjoyed, Peter is looking forward to what else they'll end up doing.
"Thank you..." He says after a few sips, -
Peter is a bit floaty. He's vaguely aware of the gentle touches and words. That was probably the best orgasm he's ever had, and his cock had barely been touched.
"Mm..." Is what he manages to say, his knees giving way as he begins to slide off the desk.
Peter is indeed shivering, panting as he begins to come down from his high.
He whimpers softly, "Th... Thank you, sir... " It's all he can think to say at the moment. He feels like warm jelly.
Well, when he puts it like that--.
That specific attention is enough to send Peter over the edge. With a broken, gasping cry, he comes. His body is taut and trembling as waves of electric pleasure crash through him.
Everything becomes beautiful and blank, and pleasant white noise.
