He looked at her.
She looked down.
He was still fully hard and visibly so and he was absolutely not walking out into the AUREYA hallway in that state.
"Soorin," he said.
"You cannot go out there like that."
"I will manage."
"You will not manage."
He opened his mouth.
She was already reaching for him.
His protest died on arrival.
She unzipped him and wrapped her hand around his cock, hot and thick against her palm, and the sound he made was low and cut short like he had caught it barely in time.
She stroked once. Base to tip. Slow.
His head went back against the wall.
She dropped to her knees.
Her mouth closed around him and his whole body locked up immediately, one hand going straight to her hair. Not pushing. Just gripping. Holding on.
She started slow.
Very slow.
Her tongue traced the underside and she heard his breathing stutter and break above her.
She pulled back. Took him in again. Same unhurried pace.
His fingers tightened in her hair.
