'when i think about you (i touch myself)' - shaun hastings/hytham - mature - one sided crush
Shaun let out a quiet groan, running a hand through his hair before proceeding to shove that same hand between his legs, attempting to readjust his trousers so they weren't pressed so tight against his crotch and oh—wasn’t that a mistake. A little whine had escaped his throat at the light friction, causing him to slap a hand over his mouth and be eternally grateful he was alone in the safehouse at that moment. He pulled his hand away from his crotch and resolutely placed it back on his keyboard with a quiet thud, a burning sense of shame running through him. He couldn’t help but cast a quick glance around the room, needing to confirm that he was, in fact, alone. Shaun tried his very best to go back to work after that; tried to focus on the screen in front of him instead of thinking about his coworker; of being called a good boy.
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