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Sonny is wildly unaware of how appealing the sight of him laser-focused on his work is. It's not like you've ever vocalised these thoughts to him at the risk of him laughing at you for it, but you've certainly spent a little too long staring at him from the threshold of his bedroom.
Usually it's easy to shake off the urges to slide your hands underneath his jacket, cup his slim waist in your hands and just feel the way he breathes. You can clench your fists into your shirt and stave off your impulses by imagining the unimpressed stare he'd give you at your untimely disturbance. After all, Sonny can be very intimidating.
Usually it's easy.
Today, however, you weren't able to restrain yourself.
Winter is quickly approaching and it's become impossible to ignore, meaning Sonny has started dressing more comfortably and layering up to escape the bitter cold. This is a problem, because he looks heart-breakingly cute bundled up in his worn out hoodies, flannel pyjama pants and thick bed socks. He refuses to make his life easier by buying a space-heater, so he's constantly pulling his sleeves over his hands to shield them from the chilled air of his bedroom.
You observe all of this from underneath Sonny's desk, huddled amongst his cables and those long, long legs of his.
Initially he seemed confused at your offer to 'keep him warm'. How could you hope to achieve that? You'd get in the way of his work if you tried to sit in his lap. Of course, he hadn't considered the alternative.
You've been crouched between Sonny's legs for quite some time now, idly massaging his thighs to get him accustomed to your presence. It's no use if he's too tense to enjoy it, right? The slow start isn't too bothersome anyway, since you're quite nervous as well. It's not like either of you have done something like this before.
Eventually the stilted pace of Sonny's typing from above you becomes more consistent, his focus appearing to return. You allow him a minute or two of uninterrupted working before sliding your right hand further up his thigh, then stopping at his crotch. You maintain the soothing petting motion on both his left thigh and his crotch, disregarding the way his hips twitch at the contact.
"Keep working," you gently remind him after not hearing any typing for a while. You aren't able to surpress your pleased smile at Sonny's cut-off noise of acknowledgement. It really is quite cruel to force him to multitask like this, given how useless he is at it, but how can you resist? He's so cute when he's frustrated.
Having forced yourself to wait long enough, you give him a proper firm grip through his sweatpants once before finally moving all that material out of the way. You don't give Sonny even a moment to consider assisting you in removing his pants before you lean in and secure your mouth over the visible line of his dick through his underwear. The soft jersey material absorbs your saliva quickly, the sudden warmth making Sonny grit his teeth and shiver in his chair.
It's extremely gratifying to feel Sonny harden in real time thanks to your efforts. You love how finely attuned you are to all his reactions thanks to how tightly confined you are beneath his desk. You literally couldn't miss anything if you tried, and it's unclear to you if your head is spinning from that realisation or the choking heat that's generating from you being between his legs.
You cease your teasing and finally move Sonny's underwear out of the way once you've had your fill, and give yourself a moment to admire the sight before you. He isn't fully hard, but is definitely most of the way there and you feel your mouth re-moisten with saliva. You've fantasised about precisely this an innumerable amount of times... and now you can finally have it.
Unable to wait a moment longer, you grasp the base of Sonny's cock in your hand and delight in how heavy it feels, and eagerly await the persistent ache in your jaw that you know will give you hell later.
Sonny exhales a creaky, muffled moan into his fist from above you. He can't see what you're doing, but he can certainly feel it. Your mouth is so fucking hot around his dick he can hardly stand it. There's no chance in hell he's going to be able to continue on his backlog of work like this considering he's already succumbing to the pleasure you're giving him.
It is safe to say that you're in heaven. Sonny's dick sits heavy and perfect on your tongue, and your laboured breathing couples with your proximity to his lap heats up the small space you're crammed into tremendously. As you work more of Sonny's cock into your mouth (and eventually your throat) the only air you're really inhaling is Sonny's musk.
It's so concentrated, it makes you a bit lightheaded. Embarrassingly enough, it makes your mouth water, making saliva drool all down the rest of Sonny's cock and accumulate around his groin. The moisture is impossible for Sonny to ignore, and the revelation of how truly desperate you are for him affects him in a way he didn't really anticipate.
Sonny finally moves the hand hovering over his keyboard down onto your head, where he rests it there. You jolt a little at the sudden touch, ill-prepared for Sonny to take an active role in your degenerate little indulgence, but you love it all the same. Bliss blooms bright in your chest, your affection for him overwhelming you.
Of course, you could also be overwhelmed by Sonny suddenly grasping a fistful of your hair and using your head as leverage to thrust his hips up. That is also entirely plausible.
What was previously an endeavour being conducted by you, with Sonny merely along for the ride, has turned into you being used. Used like a fleshlight by the man you adore.
Your throat convulses around the persisting intrusion, making Sonny groan. The pathetic little choking sounds you're making... the way your hands are clawing at his thighs and clinging onto his soft, heather-grey hoodie... It ignites a sadistic little thrill inside him. You are but a helpless creature for him to bend to his whims like this. It seems as though you forgot what a dangerous position you were in while you were taking your time tasting his dick like some kind of cockwhore.
Well, like this... you aren't in any position to disagree with him, are you?
"Jesus, the sounds you're making... can't you fuckin' hear yourself?" Sonny muses, huffing a laugh when you attempt to object, only to gag. "I'd reccomend you not try to talk too much. Look how much you drool when you choke."
Humiliation sears through you at his words, potent enough to have tears burning unbidden in your eyes. You shiver at the pleased chuckle that shudders out of Sonny at the pitiful sight of you.
"Crying already? But I haven't even given you anything to cry about yet." he tightens the grip he has in your hair for a moment, and leisurely sinks further into his desk chair. "Don't worry, I'd be more than happy to demonstrate."