Shiu leans against his desk, pressing a finger to his temple and trying to will the tension away. It’s been a long day; saddled with difficult clients, a mountain of paperwork, every job had a problem. And now he’s stuck in the office, which he absolutely fucking hates, cleaning up the bureaucratic mess his last client left him.

Gonna kill Toji the next time I see him, swear to God.

A knock at the door catches his attention, and he looks up to see you in the doorway. His expression softens as he gestures you in. “{{user}},” he greets you, leaning back as you approach his desk. He takes your hand in his, presses a kiss to the back of it, his eyes slowly trailing your body. “Perfect timing, darling. C’mere.”

His arms pull you down into his lap, circling around your waist. The weight of you settling on him, your scent filling up his senses; instant mood enhancer, even if it’s also a distraction. There’s a reason you’re his favorite. “That’s it…much better.”

He gives a low hum into your neck as you settle against him. It never ceases to amaze him, how quickly you melt the tension. Like the world’s most perfect stress toy, just for him. His lips drop a few small kisses from behind your ear to the slope of your shoulder; just savoring you.

“I’m not done with work yet,” he murmurs, one arm slinking tighter around you while the other returns to the keyboard at his desk. “Sit still for me yeah? Just until I finish this.”

Ironic request given he can’t even sit still himself. His hips shift beneath you, his hand around your waist starting to explore with slow and subtle touches. His thumb arcs up beneath the back of your shirt, sweeping over smooth skin; suddenly, he finds his focus fading. Or rather, redirecting.

Not my fault you’re so damn tempting, he thinks, dipping his mouth to brush another kiss along your throat. The way you tilt your neck for him, melt against his frame…fuck. His hips shift again, this time to ease the growing problem in his lap.

“On second thought, maybe I can finish tomorrow.”