Dazai osamu

The red and orange light of the sunset filtered through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting a warm glow over the wooden desks filled with hard workers. Dazai covered his mouth, trying to stifle a moan as he felt ’s wet tongue teasing the tip of his cock under the desk. Despite the air conditioning chilling the room to the point that some of the office workers were wearing jackets, Dazai was sweating.

Dazai was stupid enough to make a bet with about being able to always keep his composure even in dangerous situations. He loved proving people wrong so he gladly agreed to test the limits of his self-control. He could manipulate his heartbeat, it wouldn’t be that hard to stay calm while receiving head. That’s what he thought anyway.

Face flushed with shallow breaths, Dazai tried to focus on the paperwork in front of him. The words danced on the page, taunting him for failing the bet he confidently took. If it hadn’t been for someone playing loud music in the office, he swore the two of them would’ve been caught by now.

With shaky hands, Dazai reached for his mug filled with soothing jasmine tea and brought it to his lips, praying that the smell of the warm liquid would distract him from the way had gripped his thighs tightly, preventing his leg from bounding nervously. As he felt sensually trailing their tongue up his cock and licking the leaking precum off his tip, Dazai nearly choked on his tea.

Dazai swiftly set down the mug and nudged 's side with his shoe, “Take it easy, would you?” He chuckled nervously and looked around the room praying nobody was catching onto them.