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your problem is you’re orally fixated, and since you can’t stick a fag in your mouth anymore, you’ll just have to accept this substitute.”
    Cosmo practically ran over to him and dropped to his knees. His hands went for Alasdair’s fly, but then something stopped him. “May I? Boss?”
    Pride surged inside Alasdair. To think that his boy was finally learning a bit of discipline. But he didn’t let it show on his face. Instead he pointed at the dark kneehole under his desk. “In there. I can’t afford to take a break, so I’m going to carry on working while you pleasure me.”
    Cosmo raised his eyebrows but crawled under the desk with a smirk. “Kinky bastard.”
    “You know it. Oh, and no touching yourself.”
    “Am I allowed to get hard? Please? Coz I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself. Never done it under a desk before. Used to fantasise about doing this to my Chemistry teacher at school.”
    “I thought you stopped going to school at fourteen.”
    “Yeah, I did. What? I started early.”
    “Dirty boy.” Alasdair wheeled his chair back to the desk and spread his legs wide so that Cosmo had room between them. He felt rather than heard the soft purr of his zip giving way, before Cosmo’s deft hands found their way in through the opening and tugged his tackle out.
    He’d expected Cosmo to dive straight in and suck him fully erect, but instead the lad took his time. Alasdair had to bite his lip to keep back the groan when Cosmo sucked on one of his testicles. God, he had a perfect mouth. Made for sinful pleasure, all tight suction and slippery tongue. Alasdair’s attention pooled in his groin, away from the open spreadsheet. How on earth could numbers compare to this?
    But he selected a blank cell on an unused line and tapped in some random digits anyway, knowing Cosmo would be able to hear the clatter of the keyboard. Oh yes, it was working. Cosmo gave an annoyed grunt and redoubled his efforts, bringing his hand into play on Alasdair’s now fully-erect cock, while somehow managing to cram both balls in his mouth.
    That was... too much.
    “I didn’t say you could use your hands,” Alasdair said, wishing he’d taken the time to clear his throat first because his voice was coming out distinctly croaky. “Hold them behind your back, gripping the opposite elbows.
    The frustrated noise came again but thankfully the hand moved from Alasdair’s dick, giving him a chance to calm his arousal back down again. He felt the jerks of Cosmo’s body while he rearranged his arms, transmitted through his mouth into tugs on Alasdair’s sac. Mmmm... He might not be the committed masochist Cosmo was, but that little frisson of pain tingled up his spine in a most welcome manner.
    A knock sounded at the door.
    “Come in,” he said loudly, followed by a “Don’t make a sound and keep still,” to Cosmo in a low voice.
    Mavis trotted in and looked around the room. “Oh, no Cosmo?”
    “No. He had to, uh, take a quick break.” Although Cosmo wasn’t taking a break at all, and was quite deliberately defying Alasdair’s order to keep still by working his balls with his tongue. “What were you after?”
    “Just wanted a word with Cosmo, actually. Not to worry. I can wait here until he gets back.” Damn it, was that a smirk on Mavis’s face?
    “He could be some time.” Alasdair heard a soft wet plopping sound as Cosmo released his balls, but his relief was short-lived. No sooner had Cosmo given up teabagging, than he slurped Alasdair’s cock down in one go.
    Alasdair winced. What was the male equivalent of honeymoon cystitis? Whatever it was, he bloody well had it. That had hurt.
    “You okay, boss?” Mavis asked, stepping closer.
    “Fine! I’m fine.” He had to stop her getting close enough to hear those wet noises Cosmo was making. Oh God. What if he made one of those involuntary sucking noises he sometimes did when he got carried away? Normally they were a turn on, but not here. Not with