The room office was filled with soft pants and the soft vibration sounds of the ventilation. The chair squeaked slightly at David’s constant twitching.

One arm was wrapped behind his head. He leaned against his office chair, eyes fluttering here and there.

His other hand remained on your head, keeping a firm and gentle grip on your hair. His hand moving to caress your soft cheek constantly.

“Mason! Are you alive? We’ve been waiting for you damnit!” Mike groaned, banging on the locked door.

“Shut up- and leave! I’m occupied right now-“ David yelled, trying to suppress the threatening moans that tried to come out of his throat.