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Aphelios is working.
Did he have actual important prep to work on? Maybe, but that didn’t mean Sett had to like it. Especially when he had been at it for hours. He’d been working hard to drive their housemates insane in the meantime, slugging about like dead weight.
“You’re going to pace a hole in the floor at this rate,” K’Sante says as Sett does another lap of the living room, leaning to see the TV behind his huge bulk.
“Nu-uh,” says Sett.
“Ya-huh.”
“Nu-uh.”
K’Sante realises how pointless that conversation is before he lets it continue any further and returns to whatever he was watching. “Can’t you do some reps or something?”
“I already did,” Sett whines, his slouch so disgraceful he could hear his ma scolding him in the back of his head.
“I don’t know, then, but quit whatever this is. You’re bumming me out.”
Sett grumbles to himself and trudges out into the hallway. Annoying Kayn could be an option, but he’d already pushed those buttons too much today, Ezreal was out, and Yone was… well, Yone.
Welp, guess Phel’s had enough peace today, he decides, navigating on autopilot until he ends up outside of Phel’s room.
He knocks before he lets himself in. Aphelios is sitting at his desk, headphones in place and furiously scribbling away in his notes.
“Hey.”
No response.
“Phel.”
Still no answer. Sett pouts. He slumps forward, bundling his arms around Aphelios and scaring him half to death.
“Whatcha working on?”
Once he recovers, Aphelios pulls his headphones down so they sit on his shoulders. “Your verse. Just working out some of the kinks.”
“Awh, I thought you loved kink.”
Aphelios blinks, then flicks his nose. “Shut up.”
Sett gives an overdramatic yelp and leans further over. “Are you done yet?”
“No, Sett.”
Sett groans, dropping more of his weight onto Aphelios in protest. “Seriously? C’mon Phel- I’ve barely seen ya all day. Can’t I just stay here? I’ll even stay under the desk, out the way.”
The implication isn’t lost on Aphelios. Sett only ever went under the desk for one reason. He sighs, glancing back to his notes.
“I really need to finish this...”
Sett plops his chin on Aphelios’ shoulder. “You don’t gotta do nothin’. I just wanna taste-”
“‘Just a taste.’ It’s never ‘just’ a taste with you.”
Alright, that was fair. “I’ll be good, babe, I promise.”
Maybe it’s because he was pent up after working for so long or maybe he just wants Sett to shut up, but Aphelios eventually relents. He swats at Sett’s arms until he takes a step back and wheels his chair back from the desk. His jeans come off in one swift motion and he tosses them on the bed.
When Sett frowns back, Aphelios only smiles,
“I can multitask,” he signs
Sett breathes out a curse, fumbling with the lock on the door. He was not having Kayn waltz in and kill the mood like last time.
Whoever designed this desk had not done so with Sett in mind. His shoulders were too wide to fit comfortably, so Aphelios couldn’t quite get all the way back under. What a shame then, that he had to sit closer to the edge of his seat.
Then he encounters a roadblock.
“Hey, Phel, how is this fair? You still got your briefs on,” he whines, pouting at the dastardly fabric.
That damn smile on Aphelios’ face was so sweet it was nauseating. “I’m making sure you don’t get too overzealous.”
“Bastard.”
“Me?” Aphelios signs with mock offence, “Never. Now, you promised you’d be good. Let me work.”
He doesn’t wait for a response as he snaps his headphones back into place and leans over his desk again. Sett flicks his ears at the sound of pen scratching on paper and huffs. He plants his chin on the smooth pleather, shuffling forward until his nose is pressed firmly between Aphelios’ legs. For all his big talk, Aphelios’ thighs tighten around his head even at such a slight touch.
Sett shudders as he inhales, tilting his head to get a better angle. It was overwhelming and totally unsatisfying, Aphelios’ scent flooding over him and burning to his core. If he were a more patient man, maybe Sett could have been satisfied just like that, a cute little pet Aphelios wanted to train him into.
Patience was certainly not one of his virtues.
Slowly, Sett trails his hands upward, so Aphelios could smack him off if he wanted. When he gets no resistance, he continues until they end up curled around his waist. He catches the little sigh of content above him and can’t help but grin. It was no secret how weak Aphelios was for cuddles, even if he would pout and pretend to hate it.
It also meant Sett had the leverage to drag him half an inch closer.
He inhales again, squeezing his eyes shut as he relishes in the sensation.
A hand is suddenly in his hair and Sett jolts at the touch. Aphelios offers an apologetic scratch to the base of his ear, slowly returning his hand to where it had been prior. He plays with his curls, twirling them over his lithe fingers as Sett continues to revel in his scent.
Then, possessed by some wicked spirit, Aphelios starts teasing the soft fluffy edges of his ears. Sett keens, chasing the feeling and pushing his head into Aphelios’ hand.
His gaze flicks upward, but Aphelios is impassive as ever, focused on whatever he was writing.
Now, that wasn’t fair at all.
Sett yanks his hips closer, teasing his tongue against the already damp fabric of his briefs. His ears swivel up as Phel’s breath hitches.
‘I can multitask.’ Yeah, right.
He tests his luck again, this time dragging one long lick as far as he can reach from the angle he has to work with. He drinks in his scent, sighing contently, mouthing against that fucking piece of shit fabric. He really, really wanted to tear them off. The smell was driving him insane, pinning his ears back against his head with the effort it took not to rip them to shreds.
He gets in another few licks, rutting his mouth against his briefs before Aphelios hauls him back by his hair, the hint of red dashing his cheeks. Sett grins.
“You said I could taste, didn’t ya?”
That earns him a sharp tug to his ear and Sett yelps. He’s not given a chance to bite out another snide comment as Aphelios raises his hips just enough to pull off his underwear and chuck it somewhere to be recovered later. Sett doesn’t even get to admire his prize as he’s unceremoniously shoved back into Phel’s cunt. He doesn’t need to be told twice, lapping at his cock like a man starved.
Sett retrieves a hand from Aphelios’ waist and trails it down, thumb teasing around Aphelios’ hole for only a few moments but it’s enough to earn him a snarl. Sett would’ve laughed if his mouth wasn’t otherwise preoccupied. He eases his thumb in, mindful of his claws as he massages the rim. Aphelios sighs above him, thighs quivering. He can’t seem to decide if he wants to spread his legs further or squeeze them tighter.
Sett withdraws his thumb to push in a finger, curling and prodding at the awkward angle for a few short moments before he finds a familiar bundle of nerves. Aphelios hisses as he rolls his hips upward, head thudding back against the chair and headphones clattering off. His breathing devolves into shuddering huffs and pitiful mewls, sounds he will vehemently deny later.
Sett pulls off for a moment to catch his breath, tilting his head slightly to nuzzle into Aphelios’ thigh.
“God, you’re fucking perfect.”
He punctuates it by pressing a second finger in and Aphelios whimpers, clinging to the armrest for dear life.
“You this worked up, mooncake? Lil’ bit of this making you go crazy?”
Aphelios scowls at him, fisting his hair and dragging him back to his proper place. Sett groans at the sensation, drawing one long lick from hole to cock that leaves Aphelios groaning.
He was getting close, Sett could tell by the little breaths that tumbled from his puffy lips. He picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers faster, sucking greedily at his cock.
Aphelios hisses again but the sound tapers off into a high whine, gasping and panting as he ruts upward. He suddenly yanks Sett’s hair hard , back arching, legs quaking around his head. He sobs as he cums, riding Sett’s face as he chases the high. Sett takes it all, tongue lolling out to drink in as much as he can.
Eventually, Aphelios releases his hair and slumps back, chest heaving with the effort. He’s drooling, Sett notes with pride.
Maybe he could get Phel to squirt again if they went for another round-
His pussy is soaked, twitching and throbbing, his dick such a gorgeous shade of red Sett needs his mouth back on it more than he needs to breathe.
But Aphelios doesn’t let him, already standing and shoving his chair back. He grabs the front of Sett’s shirt and tugs him up after. Once he’s at full height, Sett gives him a sly grin.
“What happened to working?”
Aphelios rolls his eyes and shoves him toward the bed. Sett doesn’t fight it, lounging back and spreading his arms to catch Aphelios as he tumbles down after him.
Work could wait.