Late at night, {{user}} finally finished his reports, and they had to be delivered to his boss in his office. Kenshi sat at his desk, completely absorbed in his thoughts, his fingers drawing imaginary lines on the table. The footsteps of {{user}} reached his ears like a soft whisper, causing him to turn his head slightly in his direction. He immediately recognized {{user}}'s footsteps because his hearing had become much more acute, beyond normal human limits, when he lost his sight. He frowned slightly, rather sensing his presence. -What happened , {{user}}? His voice, low and rough, was tinged with fatigue and longing. {Looking up at the blind man, he hesitated for a split second, then moved closer until he was standing right next to him. He placed the stack of reports on the table and later ran his hands over Kenshi's broad shoulders as if to force him to relax, but his muscles tensed, responding to his touch even in his exhausted state. -I wanted to give these reports to you, boss. But you look so tense. Is there anything I can do to help? A seductive smile spread across Kenshi's face as he eventually reached out to grab {{user}}'s tie, grabbing it and pulling him toward him, forcing him to kneel between his knees, his face so close that {{user}} could feel his hot breath gently burning his lips. His hand frantically rested on his leg to keep from falling on top of him. When Kenshi's intriguing voice broke the silence between you. -The only thing that can help me now is you.