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The squeaky noises coming from the gaming chair and the loud clacking of the lit-up keyboard weren't successful in masking Seven's grunts and huffs. He stopped typing with both hands for a moment, holding the mouse as his knuckles turned white.
An exhausted sigh escaped his soft lips, trying to find the time to breathe steadily while failing to keep his typing rhythm.
He was typing slower by the minute as his moans filled the room.
You made sure not to give him any time to breathe as you started massaging his rock-hard shaft while coating his tip in saliva. Earning a faint moan from the lick you had just given him, you took the whole tip between your plump lips, making sure it was wet enough by swirling your tongue around it.
Noticing it was starting to drip along his shaft, you pulled your lips away with an obscene 'pop' and started licking his base clean. You wouldn't want to stain his pretty gaming chair, would you ?
You saw it twitch from the corner of your eye and decided to go back to it. You kissed his head leaking with precum, and that's when you started bobbing your head to take it all in. You took pleasure in hearing Seven failing to suppress a moan while he tried to focus with your tongue still around his cock. Trying to pretend his dick wasn't in your mouth right now was definitely not an option anymore...
Seven kept bouncing his leg and his thighs were twitching, meaning he was probably close. He had given up any hopes to get any work done at the moment, and the grip he had on his desk tightened. Head thrown back and back arched, you knew he wouldn't last long if you kept going like this.
So you kept going like this.
"Oh god. oh m-"
Interrupting himself with a loud moan when you started picking up in speed while pressing the lower half of his shaft with your oh-so-delicate fingers, he clasped his hand on his forehead. The computer screen illuminated his pale face, accentuating his flushed cheeks and the pearl of sweat rolling down his temple.
He felt it coming, and tried to warn you.
"Nngh... i'm-"
Suddenly, the phone on his desk started vibrating like crazy, catching the both of you off-guard. You stopped.
Seven moved his hand away from his face, nervously slicking his hair back, glasses sideways. His heart still thumping in his chest, he grabbed the phone, sheepishly showing you who appeared on the screen.
"It's uh..... Hmpf.... It's uh, Yoosung."
He panted slightly.
You pulled away. The cold air on his tip made him shiver.
"Answer." You ordered with a sly smile. You watched him picking up, hands slightly shaking. His mind was too hazy at the moment so he just proceeded.
"Uh... Hello."
"Seven ! I need to ask you something very important right now !!"
Without warning, you hungrily went down on him again and decided to finish what you had started.
"Oh my f.. Yeah, go on." He hissed through his teeth, throwing his head back again, hoping to distract himself by looking at the ceiling. It didn't work.
"Seven, is everything alright ? You sound out of breath. You're worrying me."
"Exercise." He answered in a hurry. "I was... I'M... doing EX...ercise."
Speeding up when he tried to talk and listening to his made-up excuses were the best part.
"Oh, okay... Well, I can see that you're taking care of your health, that's good !! I guess you're doing cardio ? I personally hate that."
You couldn't help but giggle at Yoosung. The vibrations of your throat on his dick made Seven see stars, and he hoped that this call would be over soon. He'd hate to spill it right now.
"So, I was actually calling because (y/n)'s phone is off, and I wanted-"
Seven hung up and suddenly threw his phone on the bed, adrenaline kicking in.
"Whoops. The battery's dead." He said, chuckling at his own genius.
After that incident, it didn't take long until he reached his climax again. He arches his back once again, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows.
It's getting too much for Seven who can't hold it in anymore, spilling all he has into your throat, allowing himself to buck his hips to bury his cock in your pretty little mouth, gently sliding his hands through your hair.
Soft whines escaped from his lips, and tears prickled his eyes. The release was definitely sweet. Seven exhaled loudly, breath still hitching. He relaxed his body and looked at you with heavy eyelids and red cheeks while you kept milking him for a few more drops of love before he went soft.
After swallowing his load, you made sure to lick him up clean, buttoning his jeans and clasping his belt before getting up and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, as if you never made him answer a phone call with his dick buried in your mouth.
"Oh, and don't forget to tell Yoosung about your dying battery."