#i got influenced about nikto and now i cant move on

[tojisun]

…the corner of the table:

- sitting beside price and having to bend down to pick up a pen you’ve dropped on the floor only to sit upright and find that he’s covered the corner of the table with his hand to dampen the pain in case you bump your head against it

- simon propping you face-down on the desk and forcing your legs to frame the corners of table because you’re so putty in his hold, mewling and gasping, unable to focus on anything else that isn’t his deep voice and rumbling commands. your back is arched oh-so beautifully this way, and simon sidles behind you and ruts his chub between the valleys of your ass

- nikto telling you to rut against the corner of the table for him; to put on a show because you’ve been so impatient and bratty and he’s had enough. “go on,” he says, his eyes dark with something dangerous. “since that’s all y’r gettin’ from me tonight, zaika.” he’s deaf to your hiccuped pleas and warbled apologies