He stopped, breathing heavy, his chest heaving, but he didn’t move away.

  Instead, he looked at Noah, “Dude, this is crazy. But if we don’t, she’ll probably make it worse.”

  Noah nodded slowly, his face a mix of reluctance and curiosity, “Yeah, fuck it. Just… let’s get it over with.”

  He lay back carefully, the desk cold against his back, more papers shifting under him, and spread his legs even wider, his cock standing straight up now, pre-cum glistening on the head.

  Oliver swung his leg over Noah’s body, straddling his chest, their faces now right in front of each other’s crotches, the heat from their bodies making the air...