And yet... seeing Floyd like this... it's totally different from last time. No drug-laced food, no annoyance at Floyd about the situation. Well... some annoyance, but that right now has been thrown right out the window. Around the same time Idia's phone hits his desk, the same time a gasped out,] Ahh fuuuucck. [The sound of Idia reaching his breaking point.
He really doesn't care if Floyd is somehow playing him right now, Idia needs some relief; impatiently tugging at the button and zip on his pants as a wave of his other hand floats over some lube, coating his fingers and palms in it the instant he gets his erection out and free. Idia's fingers close around his dick, worked up enough by Floyd's show he doesn't have to consider starting slow, already hard and needing more as he strokes away at himself.
What is he doing? What is he doing?! Whatever! Whatever! Idia doesn't care, a gasp getting loose as the initial contact before giving way to heavy breaths and moans he only half tries to conceal, needing a moment to remember just what is happening; other hand reaching out to flick that phone around so he can see Floyd again,] K-Keep going, Floyd, keep going.
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Idia refuses to find Floyd sexy!
And yet... seeing Floyd like this... it's totally different from last time. No drug-laced food, no annoyance at Floyd about the situation. Well... some annoyance, but that right now has been thrown right out the window. Around the same time Idia's phone hits his desk, the same time a gasped out,] Ahh fuuuucck. [The sound of Idia reaching his breaking point.
He really doesn't care if Floyd is somehow playing him right now, Idia needs some relief; impatiently tugging at the button and zip on his pants as a wave of his other hand floats over some lube, coating his fingers and palms in it the instant he gets his erection out and free. Idia's fingers close around his dick, worked up enough by Floyd's show he doesn't have to consider starting slow, already hard and needing more as he strokes away at himself.
What is he doing? What is he doing?! Whatever! Whatever! Idia doesn't care, a gasp getting loose as the initial contact before giving way to heavy breaths and moans he only half tries to conceal, needing a moment to remember just what is happening; other hand reaching out to flick that phone around so he can see Floyd again,] K-Keep going, Floyd, keep going.