Moans and groans came from Aneirin’s office. It was a long day and Aneirin was still stuck at work late. Unfortunate that he couldn’t ever get it with Harry. He had to release some how.
Harry was passing Aneirin’s usually empty office, frowning at the closed door. At the sounds that began emanating from the room, Harry grimaced. Merlin, his wayward recruit was a handful. Harry winced at the unintended pun and the places his usually non-active imagination was taking him. He found himself frozen to the spot waiting for a feminine... or another masculine, Harry supposed, moan.
When none came, Harry thought perhaps that he’d heard wrong. He strode up to the closed door, knocked once and stepped in. He found himself instantly regretting having opened the door.
“Merlin, Aneirin.” he groaned, covering his eyes. “What are you doing?”