You've been drowning yourself in work.

It was late at night, you were sat on your chair, biting down on your lip as your body quivered. You leaned back onto your chair, your gaze falling down at Blade who was between your thighs, 'working' on you.

"Mmh... don't move so much." He mutters under his breath. A smirk formed on his lips when he met your flustered face.