"Good morning, Near," Rester greeted as he entered the SPK common room, taking off his suit jacket to reveal a trim white-button down that hugged his exceptionally muscular and taut chest and stomach. Near felt a small shiver run down his spine, and he placed another domino in his accurately scaled model of downtown Paris distractedly.

"Good morning, Commander Rester. I trust you're prepared for another day of destroying Kira's plans?" Near responded, pressing a thumb onto another domino. Out of his range of vision, Rester walked closely beside Near and responded.

"Of course, I'm always ready." Near swallowed quickly and felt his dick twitch. Fuck, he was easy. Lewd thoughts swarmed his head instantly after hearing Rester utter those three, innocent words, and he nodded lightly in reply.

"Good," he said, surprisingly steadily. The rest of the members of the SPK filed in, each getting a small run-down of the day's plans from Near. It was going to be a relatively mundane day- there were no scheduled conversations with the second L, and Gevanni was still forging all of Mikami's writing in the fake Death Note. Near himself only was scheduled to respond to whatever new developments happened that day, which, honestly, wasn't much of anything. The ideal situation for Near's mind to wander to more crass subjects. It was only 8 AM and his mind was already wandering. Nice.

In a burst of cool air, Gevanni entered, a few minutes late. He was holding a cup of Starbucks coffee and had a guilty look on his face.

"Sorry I'm late, there was a long line at Starbucks," Gevanni said, quickly taking off his coat and entering the room. And now Near's second temptation was added to the mix.

"It's fine, Gevanni. Come here," Near said, tilting his head slightly towards the man. Gevanni walked towards him and stood patiently, waiting for Near's orders. Near stroked the side of the domino, and looked up at the man, feeling his breath hitch at Gevanni's handsome face. Windblown (more so than usual) deep espresso hair, ice blue eyes lined in long eyelashes, and pink cheeks and nose, all pointed at Near. He stroked the edge of the domino again.

"Please continue with the Death Note again, today. Do your best," Near said and quickly looked back down, trying to keep his mind on track. Gevanni replied, and the SPK headquarters was once again teeming with life, every member working diligently to catch Kira.

A few hours passed, and Near found himself struggling to maintain control over his body. His dick was throbbing under his pajama bottoms and he hadn't even touched it. He offhandedly considered if this was Kira controlling his actions before death and he almost chuckled aloud. No, this was all him. Glancing up at the form of Rester diligently by his side, or, more specifically, the bulge on the front of his trousers, Near decided to give in to temptation. Carefully, Near rested one hand on his thigh, while the other continued placing dominos on his model. He gradually moved his hand further and further up his leg, trying to be as subtle as possible. He glanced around him, seeing the responsible members of his team working away. Lidner had her back to him, while Gevanni would be able to see him if he merely turned his head slightly. And Rester, well… Rester was standing right there. Near felt his pulse quicken and dick harden with the thought of Rester catching him touching himself in public. He felt so disgusting, but couldn't deny how exhilarating the prospect of getting caught was. Maybe if he was careful…

Near finally placed a small, pale hand onto the crotch of his pants, soon realizing that the baggy material made touching himself in this position totally impossible. Taking a deep breath, Near pushed his hand down below his waist band and began lightly stroking his cock through his white briefs. Looking up at the people surrounding him, Near could practically hear his heart pound. Grasping his balls and pushing them around, Near suppressed every sigh and moan that threatened to bubble out. He pressed two fingers to trace around his shaft and then subtly began jerking himself, thighs slowly spreading. The hand that was once stacking dominos at a steady pace had now been holding the same piece for several minutes. Upon noticing this, Near quickly stacked the domino and grabbed another. He directed his gaze down to his crotch, and watched his hand slightly tent his pajama pants, moving the fabric in time with his moderately paced strokes. Watching himself masturbate in a room full of people spurred the young boy on further, making a small whine slip out from two soft, full lips. He thought of Gevanni or Rester noticing him and felt his cheeks flush, glancing towards Gevanni and half-expecting to see him glancing right back. Luckily (or sadly?), Gevanni was hard at work, not sparing a glance towards his younger superior.

God, Gevanni was attractive, Near absently thought, pushing his, now slightly sweaty, hand under the elastic band of his briefs. Pumping his bare cock in earnest, Near stared at Gevanni, undressing him with his eyes. He began daydreaming again, imagining a scenario in which Gevanni walked up to Near right now and shoved his cock in Near's face. Near wondered if Rester would soon join in, grabbing Near from behind and whispering naughty things into his ear, telling him how bad he'd been all day and how he was going to be punished. Oh, how Near wanted to be punished for this. At this point, Near was completely lost in his own fantasies. His eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, hand coiled around his 3.5 inch cock, desperately wanking to thoughts of his underlings. Almost nothing could stop him now.

"Hey, come here," Lidner called out. Near jolted his hips forward and came prematurely, staring with terrified, wide eyes as he shot his cum into his tighty-whities. It took a few seconds to process, but it looked like Lidner was talking to Gevanni. Feeling his cheeks flush as the last few dregs of semen sputtered out, Near cautiously extracted his hand, wiping it onto the bare skin of his legs before fully pulling it out of his pants. The knowledge that someone was potentially seconds away from catching him made Near cum. He hadn't felt this disgusted with himself in a long time.

Meanwhile, Rester was desperately trying not to let the front of his pants rip open from the sheer force of his boner.

After his conversation with Gevanni yesterday, Rester came to work with one goal: to spend the day surveying Near's behavior. He had been expecting to see an adorably small tent in Near's pajamas, but he wasn't really prepared to watch the boy cum right in front of him. From his vantage point about 7 feet away, Rester watched Near's progression, all while holding a few measly papers given to him by Gevanni earlier that morning. The apex was certainly when Near came, though. Watching him convulse and stare, wide-eyed, up at Lidner, all while his hand was still pumping away under the thin fabric of his pajamas, was almost too much for Rester to handle. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel uncomfortably aroused right now.

Rester swallowed and looked over at Gevanni, who was speaking politely to Lidner. He waited until they were finished speaking, and then waved his hand, desperately trying to get Gevanni's attention. When Gevanni finally looked over, Rester gestured for them to get out of the room. He got a quick nod in return.

"Rester, let's go get some drinks. I need to talk to you about this," Gevanni said, walking towards the other man. Rester audibly agreed, only done to erase any suspicion from Near or Lidner. They calmly walked out of the room and down the hall towards the kitchen, where Rester grabbed Gevanni by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall.

"You have no idea what I just saw," Rester said, staring intensely into Gevanni's eyes. Gevanni felt his cheeks heat up and he blinked a few times, staring down at Rester's body and- oh my god, does he have a boner? He looked back up at Rester's face and parted his lips slightly, feeling his cock twitch in response.

"I… I did hear him moan a few times… what happened? I couldn't look without him seeing today," Gevanni said, absurdly curious as to what wound Rester up so much.

"Well, I think I just watched Near cum in his pants," Rester said, "Actually, scratch that, I'm positive I watched him cum in his pants." Gevanni felt his eyes widen.

"How did he- was he masturbating?" Gevanni asked, already knowing the answer.

"He had his hands in his pajama bottoms, Stephen," Rester breathed, and Gevanni felt his cock twitch in response. Why was hearing Rester talk about this turning him on so much? Was it because the other man was so aroused it was making him aroused? Or was it the thought of Near doing something so shameless? …Honestly? It was probably both.

"H-How did you know he came?" Gevanni asked, noticing the how close Rester still was to him, and pursing his lips slightly. As if finally realizing his position, Rester moved away, sitting down at one of the tables in the kitchen and sighing.

"I could see his body convulse and hips buck. Afterwards, he wiped his hand off and pulled it out. It's a pretty simple deduction to make, considering his behavior at the time. But, honestly, he looked kind of ashamed of himself afterwards," Rester answered, legs spread to show his still-present erection that Gevanni couldn't help but keep glancing at.

"I guess this really does mean he's been horny at work," Gevanni said, squirming his hips and realizing that his cock was half-hard. What even was this situation?

"Haha, you could say that," Rester said, chuckling at the understatement. "At first I wanted to talk about it to him, maybe reprimand him for slacking off," Rester started, giving Gevanni a meaningful look. "But then I kind of realized… um," he awkwardly smiled. "That it would be pretty hypocritical of me to get on to Near for having an erection at work when I have one myself." Gevanni felt his mind nearly short-circuit. Hearing Rester say that was like icing on the proverbial depravity cake, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

"I… I can't say I'm any different," Gevanni whispered, watching Rester's eyes hone right in on his tented trousers. He saw the blond's eyes widen considerably, and how he smirked up at Gevanni, cheeks faintly flushed.

"Looks like we're both in this boat, huh?" Rester said and sighed, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

"Yeah… Actually, I think I know what we should do about it," Gevanni said, and Rester quirked an eyebrow.

"You have something in mind?" Rester asked, watching Gevanni's lips quirk up in confirmation. "…Hotshot," Rester murmured, adjusting his cock through his pants.

Pressing his thighs together, Near inwardly grimaced at the disgusting sensation of cum-filled briefs against his crotch. At this point, the cum had cooled, but was still wet and slimy against his dick, forcing him to shiver every time he moved slightly and felt it. Luckily, Gevanni and Rester weren't present in the room, otherwise he might be worried about being questioned for his constant squirming- oh wait. He just spent several minutes doing lots more than just squirming. He felt his cheeks flare up. The shameful substance in his underwear was just a reminder of what he did. And now Gevanni and Rester are both missing? Near began mentally calculating the chances that either of them saw him, and, if so, the chances that they would orally acknowledge it to him. He picked up a domino and continued his sculpture, lost in thought and actually appearing to be completely back to normal.

A few minutes later, Gevanni and Rester entered the room, and were both glad to see Near relaxing on the floor, working diligently on his model, and definitely not with his hands in his pants. Okay, maybe they weren't completely glad about that last part. Regardless, they both went back to work. Their plan was to be set in motion after work tomorrow, and, for now, they really should get to focusing on actual Kira-related activities.

Lost in thought, it took Near a while to notice the different state of his briefs; his cum had almost completely dried and now felt crusty and unpleasant. It felt gross before it dried, but it also felt lewd… now, it just felt downright nasty. Near placed one final domino on his model and slowly began standing up.

"Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment," Near calmly stated, trying his best to walk as normally as he could to the bathroom. He had a change of clothes upstairs, but Rester usually accompanied him up there during work hours. He had to be subtle.

Walking into the decently sized restroom, Near pulled down his pants and began peeling his underpants off, making a sour expression at the overwhelming scent and disgusting sensation. He threw the soiled garment into the trashcan and began gently wiping his penis with a wet rag, shivering at the feeling. Wrapping the rough, cool rag around his flaccid dick felt like he was being baptized, like all impurities were being washed away from his body with a little cold water. Once finished, Near pulled his pants up and shivered at the airy sensation. He moved around a bit and felt his face flush- his baggy pants were letting air travel freely up his legs and stimulating his cock almost constantly. He felt like he was doing something incredibly sexual just by not wearing underwear under his pants.

Near tried to shake all naughty thoughts from his head and walked over the sink, turning on the faucet and roughly putting his hands underneath the stream… which accidentally redirected the water directly onto his crotch. Near jolted back, feeling his hips quiver at the cool water on his delicate parts, and sighed, frustrated. He pressed his palm on his dick, inadvertently letting the material soak up even more water. He looked down to gauge the situation and gasped softly.

His penis was now completely visible through his pants. White fabric is notorious for becoming see-through when wet, Near would know. Mello used to tease him by doing this exact thing or threatening to. And now, an all-too clear section of his pants was displaying his cock in plain sight. He would have to be incredibly careful not to sit with his crotch exposed until it dried. Until then, Near went back to washing his hands, gazing up at his flushed reflection and inwardly screaming. He wanted to be a good boy, he really did…

Walking back into the main room of the SPK headquarters, Near tried to slouch as much as he could, pulling the front of his shirt over his crotch and quickly sitting back down at his spot. Luckily, no one had spared him a second-glance, but Near could still hear his heart quite clearly in his ears. He discreetly looked down at his crotch and saw right through his pants to his cock and balls that were both pressed against the moist fabric, clearly visible. God, and he was so pink down there too…

"Near, may I have your thoughts on this?" Rester said, and Near looked up, staring blankly at the man as if nothing was different. His cock twitched in his pants, and he distinctly felt the fabric mold around it. Rester was making perfect eye contact, his face a statue and perfectly serious. Near almost felt guilty for acting so lewd. Almost.

"Yes, Commander Rester. What is it?" Near said, hand discreetly pushing up the tails of his shirt to expose a few more centimeters of his crotch. Rester began briefing Near of a couple new developments that were already predicted by Near previously, and Near listened diligently, cock pulsing occasionally when Rester would look back at him.

"OK, I see," Near started, and told Rester his thoughts, trying to remain stable and mature while his cock was gradually getting harder. Fuck, he could feel it straining the taut fabric now, which was pretty impressive considering his size. He calculated the chances of Rester catching him, and was scared and aroused by the incredibly high possibility. Ah, how Near wanted Commander Rester to see his depravity.

Unbeknownst to him, Rester was perfectly aware of the state of Near's pants. He noticed when the boy first walked in. It looked like an accident, but with the way Near was acting now, he couldn't rule out the possibility that he did it on purpose to fulfill some kind of lewd desire. Regardless, Near was starting to pop an erection in the middle of the business day at work. Again. Rester made his best effort to remain calm about the situation, but occasionally looked down at Near's crotch with lust in his eyes. He figured the best course of action was to ignore it for now, and not do anything that would potentially ruin 'the plan'.

Near soon dismissed Rester, thanking him for his hard work. When the man left his side, Near laid down on his stomach, his breathing choppy and hot. From this position, Near could both hide his crotch and stimulate it without drawing any attention to himself. He parted his thighs, angling his hips so his penis and ball sack were pressed against the floor, and then rocked his hips. Immediately, the sensation was heavenly. He grabbed a few dominos and began stacking them closer to himself, while his hips made small, steady presses against the hard floor.

Near kept a very soft, subtle rhythm for a few hours, and by that time, it was approaching quitting time. His cock had been steadily drooling pre-cum for a while now, and the wet patch on the front of his pants wasn't going anywhere. Honestly, his erection was pretty painful at this point. He really wanted to cum, but didn't want to do it in front of his men again. Thinking up a hasty solution, Near called everyone over to him.

"Everyone, thank you for your work today. You are all free to leave for the night, I'll continue working for a few more hours," Near said, absently stacking another domino. He tried desperately hard not to start humping the floor like a dog, and his thighs trembled from the strain. Soon, everyone was saying their thanks and packing up their things. All but Gevanni, it seemed.

"Sir, thank you for the offer, but I'd like to stay back and continue working on the Death Note, I-" Gevanni began, but was abruptly cut off from a desperate Near.

"That won't be necessary. You've worked hard today, we're still right on schedule. Get some sleep," Near calmly said, but inside, he was begging the man to leave so he could finally cum. He hoped Gevanni didn't notice the slight haziness in his eye.

"Ah, I understand. I'll see you tomorrow," Gevanni said, throwing Near off. Was… he being cryptic? What was that about? Near nodded, and hoped he was just reading too much into it. Gevanni, along with the others, were soon packed up and out of the building. Finally!

Near, without changing position, began humping the ground in earnest, hips popping up and down against the hard ground at an alarming speed. Moans tumbled from his lips, mixing with a few specific names on his tongue as he rocked his hips against the floor like a bitch in heat, too far gone to care about anything other than cumming. Within a few minutes, Near was on the edge. Quickly, he flipped over and sat up, pumping his cock and aiming it towards the ground as several strands of cum came shooting out, splashing on the floor. Milking himself, Near puffed out a satisfied gasp of air and looked around him.

He… might have a problem.