"Must you?" he whines.

"I can stop, if you really don't want this. But I think you need to learn how much fun it is to be 'unprofessional'. And let's face it, it's absolutely criminal that you've never done this when your desk completely conceals your lower body."

Ari moves on to the pants themselves, but pauses for a response.

The response is a shudder and ragged breathing.

Off they go, then.

Ari conscientiously slips the shoes back on before he gets back to the blowjob. But he does get back to it, and with a vengeance. 

"Ah—ah—aaahhh," he moans, grabbing the desk with both hands and fluttering his eyes closed. "M-Mr. Kaltmann, you shouldn't—ahhh—" His cock tenses and twitches in Ari's mouth, leaking copious amounts of precum.

Ari swallows it happily. One hand jerks Eric's shaft, the other strokes Ari's own. Come on, come on...

His knuckles turn white while he's holding onto the desk and it's obvious that he's doing his best not to moan out loud as he comes into Ari's mouth.

It tastes... different. Good. A sour taste like passion fruit, with a feeling like the smell of new books and the satisfaction of an organized office.

Ari sure has been having a lot of extremely confusing orgasms today.

He swallows (obviously) as he goes over the edge himself. He manages, possibly by divine intervention, not to get cum on Eric's shoes.

A skill has been created by a special action! Consuming the sexual fluids you extracted from another has created the skill The Nectar.

Quest completed: The Reluctant Porter

Goal: Eric has had one of the best orgasms of his life! +500xp, Eric will turn a blind eye to your nudity
Hidden goal: Convince Eric to go along with one of his deepest, darkest, most shameful fantasies: having you blow him from under the desk. Skill unlocked: Just Follow the Fucking Rabbit

Quest updated: Coming Strong

Progress: 3/10 orgasms, 2/7 sex sessions, 2/5 different stimuli

Quest updated: Greek God

Progress: 1/50 people

    "Mr. Jones!" calls a male voice belonging to someone who's just walking in. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mr. Lewis!" says Eric, trying to recover from his o-face. "I just cramped my hand while typing!"

    "Spending all day on the computer," says the voice, sounding disapproving. "That's what you get."

Ari smirks under the table, and makes a note to investigate his new skill later.

"Comes with the job, haha," Eric says, sounding nervous.

    "Are you sure you're alright, young man? You look a bit flushed. Are you feverish?"

"It's—it's just a cold!"

...This could be inconvenient. Ari would start putting Eric's pants back on, in case the guy comes any closer, but that would require Eric to lift his hips off the seat, which would probably not make this guy less suspicious. Instead, he sits tight and thinks, hey, Erogame, don't fuck Eric over, okay? He's cool.

"D-don't worry about me, Mr. Lewis! Have a nice day!"

    "If you say so. Take care of yourself, kid!"

"Yes, sir!"

Clack clack clack sound his shoes to the elevator. Eric doesn't relax until it dings and starts going up.

"That was fun," Ari whispers. "Do you want your pants back?"

"I would be much obliged, Mr. Kaltmann!" he hisses back. He is flushed, but it's... probably good?

Ari slips the shoes off again, then slides the slacks up Eric's legs.

Just the slacks.

Something's missing, here.

"Mr. Kaltmann, do you think you perhaps have forgotten to include something."

"They're in your pocket," Ari says casually. "It's just a little reminder. Come on, lift your butt up, I need to get these on you."

He looks down under his desk to glare at Ari, but follows the instruction.

Carefully, he tucks Eric's cock in. His hands linger, but eventually, making sure there aren't any pubes in the way, he zips him up and buttons the button.

He pats Eric's crotch as one might a small dog. "Good boy."

"Are you quite done, Mr. Kaltmann? Am I supposed to come up with an explanation for why there is semen on the ground under my chair?"

Ari maneuvers his backpack around and rummages for a few seconds, then comes up with a pack of Wet Wipes.

"I am very smart," he says primly, mopping up his cum and tossing the wipe into the wastebasket.

Eric sighs. Then he notices Ari's still naked and blushes. "Mr. Kaltmann, that was very unprofessional. We could have been caught, and I—I—" His blush deepens. "Why are you so attractive?" he whines in a defeated tone.

"It's a gift and a curse."

Even with the help of Lurking Beneath, Ari's had quite enough of being under a desk, especially since Eric's now fully clothed. He crawls out unnecessarily sexually, then gets to his feet with a pornographically languid stretch. His cock is still thickened from his prior erection, and he's positioned himself so that it's very close to Eric's face. (He may not be up to anything particularly hardcore yet, but he can still amuse himself.)

Eric has given up all pretense of not enjoying the view, even if he seems terribly ashamed of it. He stares at Ari's penis and swallows, then forces himself to look away. "Was that quite enough for you, then?" he asks, trying to sound and look serious.