"Alright, alright." Ari takes the keycard and makes his way over to the elevators. He punches in for the penthouse, then waits as the elevator climbs the shaft.

Absently, he strokes his own shaft, which is just starting to perk up again after a brief rest from his second orgasm of the day. He's probably going to have to use a prostate massager to eke out the last of his orgasms. He'll pack the Aneros in his bag.

He successfully enters the apartment and makes his way to his own room. He tosses certain possessions into a backpack (phone, wallet, condoms, lube, prostate massager, cock ring) and slings the bag over his shoulders. The feeling of rough canvas on bare skin gets him rock-hard and shivering almost instantly; he's always had a thing for this kink, the "only shoes and backpack" thing, and the Erogame is letting him live it. It is truly a merciful god.

He makes his way back downstairs and walks back up to the desk, hands gripping the straps of his backpack. "Hey, Eric. Thanks for the assist."

He raises his eyebrows. "Mr. Kaltmann, you are still naked. If you are arrested I will not be the one informing Ms. Martin of the reason. If you scandalize our other tenants we will have to take disciplinary action."

"I kind of like the sound of that disciplinary action. But I promise I'm not gonna get arrested."

"You are still going to traumatize other people."

"Man, what is up with you today? First you say I'm especially not going to convince you to sleep with me while I'm naked, then you say I'm gonna traumatize people. If you don't think I'm sexy, you can just say it."

"Mr. Kaltmann, my opinions are immaterial to the subject."

"But now I'm all curious. Do you think I'm sexy?" He steps back from the counter and splays his hands, showing off his physique and, incidentally, his generous hard-on.

He looks, then closes his eyes and sighs. "Why are you erect, Mr. Kaltmann? Wait, I don't think I want to know."

"Maybe I think you're sexy. Actually, scratch that 'maybe', I do. Come on, I answered your question, now answer mine. Fair's fair."

Eric levels Ari a look. "Mr. Kaltmann, I understand you are very proud of your seduction abilities and physical characteristics, but I don't see how my opinions about either are relevant to any kinds of interactions we might ever have."

Fuck it. Ari's coming in with the big guns.

"You wanna know what I think?" He slowly begins to advance on the counter. "I think you do think I'm sexy, but you're afraid to admit it, because you think it'd be inappropriate. I think you're just as hard as I am behind that desk. And I think," he says, leaning on the counter now, "that if you really don't want me, you should tell me outright. Because right now, I'm thinking I should go behind that counter and give you the blowjob of your life."

"M-Mr. Kaltmann!" Eric says, eyes wide. He does glance at Ari's lips for a split second before raising his gaze to Ari's eyes again.

And he didn't, technically, say he doesn't want Ari.

"That isn't a 'no'," Ari sings out.

He begins to walk around the counter.

"Mr. Kaltmann, that—" He steals a look again and swallows. "That would be extremely unprofessional and although this may just be a lazy day for you," he swallows again, "I am at work."

And yep, once Ari's around the counter he can see Eric's dress pants very clearly failing to conceal a boner.

"I can think of a very neat solution to that."

Ari drops into an incredibly lewd crouch, then crawls under the desk. It's a bit cramped, but needs must when ero drives. From this position, he begins to massage Eric's crotch.

"Just pretend I'm not here," he murmurs.

Eric jumps in his chair when Ari touches him, and a message appears:

A skill has been created by a special action! Crawling under the reception desk to pleasure your receptionist has created the skill Lurking Beneath.

And it's suddenly much more comfortable under that desk. "Mr. Kaltmann! A-Ariel!" Eric whispers urgently. "What do you think you're—oh." His breath hitches when Ari's hand touches a particularly sensitive area near his tip.

Skills! He gets skills! Okay, focus, focus, be a nerd later.

Still, he's got a smile on his face as he unbuttons Eric's slacks and pulls down the zip. What's he got under there, Ari wonders? It's his favorite kind of surprise.

He jumps again when his cock bounces from his underwear. Eric is... longer than one would have expected of the cute scrawny nerd. Uncut, and already leaking precum.

Ari, being Jewish and mostly a feral child, does not know the hymn "Our God is an Awesome God," but if he did, he would be sorely tempted to sing it.

Instead, he gets to sucking. He runs his tongue gently under the edge of the foreskin, licks all around, flicks his tongue over the slit.

(Ari loves sucking cock. Half-consciously, he wraps a hand around his own pulsing erection, surprised for a moment at the extra girth from his new BOD points, and starts to stroke.)

Eric stifles a moan, and then straightens up at the same time as Ari can hear the ding of an elevator and the click-click-click of high heels on the floor.

Ari... almost feels bad for what he's about to do.

He doesn't feel bad enough not to do it.

He pulls Eric's pants down around his ankles and deep-throats him at the same time.

    Just as the lady's saying "Good morning, Eric!"

"Good—aaah!—good morning, Mrs. Leyton," he says, a bead of sweat going down his temple.

    "...are you okay?"

"Yes! Just fine, thank you, don't worry about me! Have a nice day!" he says in a higher pitched voice.

There's a pause, then Ari can hear the heels clicking away and out the building.

His nose still buried in Eric's pubes, Ari hums his approval.

He starts to pull Eric's left shoe off.

"What are you doing?" Eric asks with alarm and... some aroused curiosity.

Ari allows Eric's cock to leave his throat as he moves on to the right shoe.

"I'm going to take your pants off. Your shoes are in the way."