His jaw must be tired. He wouldn’t be surprised if he heard complaints about the ache. Quincy tucks his friend away, theres a clear strain against his boxer but he can have Eiden help him at home.

Eyes drowsy with the lull of sleep blink up at him slowly. His body leaning closer into Quincy’s touch. He taps against the blonde’s thigh twice to which he receives a nod. Eiden pulls himself off, making sure not to leave a mess. Holding his own jaw tenderly after.

“How long..”

“A few hours.”

He had ordered the cute brunette to be still while he warmed Quincy but he wasn’t expecting him to actually fall asleep looking so pretty on his cock. Lips wrapped at the base of his cock. It’s delightful to have a personal warmer. He reaches out, gently rousing the brunette from his sleep.

Quincy turns his sight and affection towards the view under the table. The arts professor asleep with his knees pressed against the floor. His face resting against Quincy’s thigh. The medical professor’s cock being warmed by his mouth. He had not expected Eiden to fall asleep halfway in.

Why would he pay attention when it’s no longer office hours? One hand under the table, running his fingers through soft fluffy hair. He realises the student wants to take a step closer but he can’t have that. They’ll see everything. He makes them leave. They do, begrudgingly.

“Professor, I know it’s late but I have a few questions regarding the assignment.”

“Email.”

“I will just be a moment.”

“Fine.”

Quincy listens to the student drawl on about his question. The student taking awefully long to get to his point. The professor isn’t even paying attention.

Thank you and yes it is, I need to learn how to make threads still

Each person who takes a keen interest in him asking oddly specific questions but he’s never able to prove whether they committed the murders.

It drives him crazy.