The next day he wakes up, slips on his shoes and socks, picks up his backpack, and heads downstairs.

He's got a big day ahead of him.

As luck would have it, Eric's manning the desk, wearing a suit and looking very prim and not at all like he just had a night of debauchery and indulgence.

Ari sits on his desk.

"Hey there, loverboy."

He sighs. "Mr. Kaltmann, I am at work now. If you want to pleasure me sexually, please do so from under the desk."

"But I wanted to show you something."

Ari slips over the desk and reaches down and-

right through Eric's pants, and wraps his fingers around his cock.

Eric already had a boner.

He jumps, and looks down, and then up at Ari, eyes widening. "What."

"How's that for impossible?"

With his other hand he tweaks Eric's nipple.

He looks down again, and at Ari again. Literally speechless.

Quest completed: Do Something Impossible

You have proved Eric wrong. He now believes you! Congratulations(?).

+1,000xp, +1 ERO, increased relations with Eric Jones

Ari kisses him. That is a face that needs kissing.

He kisses back, almost on instinct, and his cock twitches in Ari's hand while his nipple hardens.

Ari strokes him smoothly.

Then he breaks away. "Now, didn't you make me a promise?"

That snaps him out of it and his baseline look of smooth annoyance returns. "Yes, Mr. Kaltmann, why do you think my penis is in such a state? Now bend the fuck over."

Ari bends the fuck over.

Meanwhile Eric gets up and starts kicking his clothes off because who the hell even cares by now, he just saw Ariel fucking Kaltmann literally reach through his clothes to grab his cock. Is he in the X-Men or something now? He doesn't even know. Off goes the jacket and the tie and the shirt, with the ease of someone who's used to wearing suits every day and getting out of them every evening, and then his shoes and socks and trousers and oops he was commando today again who'da thunk.

"Do you even need condoms anymore?" he wonders, stroking himself and reaching with his other hand between Ari's cheeks to slide two fingers in.

"No, sir."

"Then I am going to fuck you raw over my desk," he says softly before pulling the fingers away and sticking his cock in with no prelude or preparation.

Ari is Naturally Lubricated, and he is very fucking happy.

Eric notes that his prediction that Ari wouldn't need lubrication was confirmed, idly, in the back of his mind. Most of his mind, however, is focused on slamming the blond against the desk as hard as he can. He wraps both arms around Ari's midsection, reaching down with his right hand to stroke him, and starts nibbling on bits of skin around Ari's very expansive back.

"Fuck me, Mr. Jones," Ari moans loudly, arching up into Eric as much as he can.

"What do you reckon we're doing, Mr. Kaltmann?" Eric asks in a nearly offended tone, but he's very clearly enjoying himself tremendously. The hand that's not on Ari's cock reaches up between his chest and the desk to start playing with one of Ari's nipples, and he's not gentle there, either. The empty hall echoes with the sound of his hips slamming against Ari's, and the entrance walls have large enough windows that anyone could look in and watch. Eric doesn't give a shit.

Nor does Ari, if the volume at which he's moaning is any indicator. He twists his head around to kiss Eric, temporarily silencing himself.

Sure, a kiss is fine, so long as Ari is okay with having his lips bitten by a man who's questioning his own sanity and has large probability mass dedicated to the hypothesis that this is a wet dream.

Quest updated: Greek God

Progress: 42/50 people

He breaks off to look around, somewhat wildly.

Out the window, there's a girl watching and recording with her phone.

"Mr. Jones," Ari pants, "we have an audience."