Viren walked into the lobby of his office building with a sigh. He had been meeting with clients all day to go over the new ordering methods that Aaravos had rolled out at the beginning of the week. All he wanted to do was file his reports and go home. It had been three weeks since his awkward encounter with Aaravos and neither one had addressed the intimate act in the conference room. They had exchanged the occasional email, acting as though nothing had happened after the meeting, and even had a conversation on the phone, which Viren had to end rather abruptly to deal with a situation. He loosened his tie and stepped into the elevator. It was uncomfortably hot in the building— or maybe it was just him, as the haunting memory of Aaravos' voice filled his mind. Viren longed to hear it again, but was also terrified of the effect it would have on him. The elevator doors slid open and Viren stepped into the hall. He stepped into the work office and stopped short at the sight of the unfamiliar person behind the circular receptionist's desk. "Good afternoon, sir!" the stranger said brightly, standing behind the desk. Viren noticed the painted black nails immediately and let his eyes wander up the young man's arms. He was wearing a black hoodie that had a logo on it that said crow master and depicted the image of said bird holding a letter in its talons. A dress code infraction that Viren would have to address later. "Who are you?" Viren demanded, taken aback.
The young man's smile faltered and he let out a nervous laugh, pushing his hand through his brown hair. "Uh, I'm the new receptionist, sir. My name is-"
"-What happened to the old receptionist?" Viren interrupted. He greatly disliked change. The young boy looked around, alarmed and someone cleared their voice behind them. Viren turned, seeing Runaan standing behind him. He handed a document to the young receptionist, who took it without hesitation.
"The old receptionist is on a leave of absence, Viren," Runaan explained. "Do you not remember?"
Viren searched his memory and a vague recollection of a going away party surfaced to his mind. He had opted to stay in his office, where he could pull up the photos of Aaravos on the company website and jack off without the fear of interruption while the others partied. "Uh, of course I remembered," Viren muttered then turned his attention back to the young man behind the desk. "You're a lot younger than the last receptionist. Do you know how to transfer calls and send a fax?"
The young man nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir! I assure you that I completed my training and am eager to prove myself."
"Good," Viren replied, pulling a stack of files out of his briefcase. He slammed them onto the counter and ordered, "I need you to fax all of these reports to Aaravos immediately, Crow Master."
He noticed the surprised look on the young man's face then turned away, briefly meeting Runaan's eyes before heading to his private office. "Um, sir, my name isn't Crow Master, it's—"
Viren slammed the door closed before the young man finished, disinterested in him until he had earned the same sort of respect Viren held for the last receptionist. Just as he sat down in his chair, there was a knock on his door. Viren rubbed his temples in frustration, but granted permission for his subordinate to enter.
Runaan opened the door, stepped inside, then closed it behind him. There was a deep frown on his face as he sat in the chair on the opposite side of the room. For a moment, he simply watched Viren, entwining his fingers together on his lap. "What is it, Runaan?"
The elf leaned forward, a questioning look on his face. There even seemed to be a hint of concern in his usually stoic expression. "Are you feeling alright, sir? You seem to be out of sorts since the last meeting with Aaravos." He fell silent, eyes narrowing so slightly that Viren nearly missed it. "The poor kid had been so eager to meet you and now he thinks you hate him."
Viren shrugged in response, despite feeling a tad bit guilty for taking his stress out on the new hire. "I'm fine," he reassured, turning on his computer. A picture of Aaravos was still on his desktop, those piercing golden eyes staring back at him.
"Forgive my unsolicited advice," Runaan started. He shook his head and stood, straightening his white tie with the silver moon clip near the bottom. "But you really should be careful around Aaravos. Beautiful faces have an easier time hiding ugly souls."
Viren merely stared up at him for a moment, feeling that familiar sense of shame every time he thought about how pathetic he must have looked, writhing at Aaravos' touch. Then he forced a weak smile to his face and murmured, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Runaan let out a deep breath and went to the door. His fingers curled around the metal handle and he replied, "My mistake." He pulled open the door, but lingered inside the office.
"He was here, by the way," Runaan said, quietly. "Aaravos," he clarified, though it had been obvious who he had been referring to. "He seemed disappointed you weren't here and supposedly left a message for you on your desk."
Viren's lips parted and he glanced around, wondering where this message might have been put. He lift some of the papers that were stacked neatly on his desk, but there was nothing but his own work. "Where did…" he started to ask, but Runaan had left Viren's office and was now back at his own desk. Frowning, Viren kept searching. He pushed back his rolling chair, checking under his desk. There was only the trash bin that he had moved there to catch any cum that managed to leak through the tissues when he masturbated to the photos of Aaravos, after everyone had gone home for the evening or during the day, when Viren was certain he would be undisturbed for a handful of minutes. He was careful not to make a mess after the nasty note the cleaning crew had left him the day after they had to clean cum off the conference room door.
Thinking there actually was no message, Viren was about to give up. He pulled open the top drawer of his desk, assuming there would only be office supplies within, so he was surprised when he saw a small black box amongst his pens.
Viren paused, anxious to see what he would find inside, but reached for it anyway. Holding his breath, he pulled off the lid and exhaled sharply. Inside the box was a purple silicone ring with a note attached that simply said, "For next time". Viren slipped the lid back on and shoved the box back into the drawer, feeling his face burning with embarrassment. His eyes drifted over to his computer, desperately trying to keep his mind off of the cock ring in his desk. It was then that he noticed a new video file on his desktop. Curiosity got the better of him and he clicked twice on the thumbnail.
At first the screen was black, but then the darkness of Aaravos' startouched hand moved away from the webcam, exposing his perfect face. A smile spread across his face and he leaned in closer to the camera. His lips pulled back then puckered slightly as he whispered, "Viren."
The reaction was immediate. His hands clenched together as his dick hardened from the glorious sound of Aaravos speaking his name in such an intimate way. "Fuck," Viren groaned, covering his face with a hand. With only a moment of hesitation, he picked up his phone and hit the receptionist's button.
"Um, hello? Sir? How, uh, what can I do for you?" the self-conscious voice of the young man floated through the receiver. "I need you to do me a favor, uh, Crow Master," Viren said, regretting not waiting to hear the young man's actual name. "Tell everyone to go home, immediately. Yourself included."
"Immediately, sir?"
"Yes. A reward for all the hard work," he replied, eyes wandering to the video thumbnail on his desktop. He shuddered.
"Uh, yes, sir. I will do my best," Crow Master answered. "Um, good bye?" There was a click as the young man hung up the phone.
Viren watched as his employees left, one by one. He counted, making sure everyone was gone before he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He dragged his computer mouse back to the video file and hit play.