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“He’s not very smart,” Owain tried to joke before wincing. “Please. You don’t have to.”

I stared at him. At his willingness to just take the abuse other people dished out to him.

“Has no one ever stuck up for you?” The words seemed to hurt him, and I immediately regretted them. “I’m sorry, Owain, I—”

“No, it’s fine. I guess I just realised that this might be the first time and maybe that’s a bit sad?” he said quietly, eyes glistening.

“I’ll make sure you’re never sad ever again.” It was an impulsive promise to make, but I didn’t mean it any less because of that.

At least it coaxed a smile out of Owain. “That’s quite the declaration.”

My cheeks burned but I brazened through it. “Yeah, well, I know a good thing when I see it. I don’t like people mistreating good things. Especially people named Seth.”

“Seth is a normal name.”

“We hate Seth,” I informed him.

“We don’t hate Seth.” He shook his head.

“You’re not the boss of me. Seth can go fuck himself.”

“I don’t think anyone else under this roof would volunteer, so I guess he’ll have to.”

I laughed. “That was secretly shady, love. Who’s been rubbing off on you?”

Owain peeked up from behind his glasses and fiddled with the button on my jeans. “You.”

I hummed, feeling slightly less murderous and way more into whatever Owain was suggesting.

I let him tug me forward until our chests were pressed tightly together and I was leaning down to meet his darkening gaze. “Would you like me to do some more rubbing?” I asked him. “Or should we try something else?”

I felt his breath hitch in his chest. “What did you have in mind?”

I spun him around in my arms and put my mouth to his ear. “Do you think Seth will hear us if I make you scream?”

Owain trembled, pushing his arse into my hips, his crease brushing my hardening cock.

“Think so…” he moaned, and I reached around to cup him through his shorts.

“Good. You be a doll for me now and lean against that desk.”

I guided him until he was resting his forearms against the dark wood, arse pushed towards me as his legs shook. I palmed his arse through the red paint stains on the soft cotton, then I reached over him and pushed the curtain open so I could see his face in the reflection on the window.

The sun was already low, colouring the sky a murky sort of grey, allowing me to see Owain without any glare. Eyes closed. Lips shiny with spit and parted on a soft exhale. He looked wrecked already and I hadn’t even started. I had plans for him. Delicious, mind-blowing plans.

“Tell me if you don’t like something, yeah?” I said, and he whimpered a bit, pushing his arse closer to me.

It was all the permission I needed. I dropped to my knees behind him and he gasped.

“Ryan…”

“Shhhh,” I said. “I’m busy.”

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down until they pooled around his ankles. He stiffened above me and I looked up.

“Love?” I asked, and he turned his head to the side to look at me over his shoulder.

“I just…” He was blushing. “The stretch marks. I don’t…”