**The Private Library**

The air in the private library was thick with the scent of old books and something more intoxicating—anticipation. The soft glow of lamplight flickered over Mihou’s face as they leaned back against the mahogany desk, their breath already uneven. I’d been wanting this for weeks—ever since we started sneaking glances between the stacks, lips brushing during whispered conversations about philosophy and poetry.

I closed the space between us in two steps, my hands gripping their hips roughly as I claimed their mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. Mihou moaned into me, their fingers threading through my hair and pulling hard enough to make me groan. The taste of them—mint and something sweet—made my cock throb against my slacks.

Breaking the kiss only to trail my lips down their throat, I sucked hard, leaving dark marks in my wake. “Fuck, I want you to remember who did this,” I growled, biting down just below their ear. Mihou shuddered, their nails digging into my shoulders.

“Then stop teasing,” they panted, fingers already working at my belt. Their touch was electric, undoing my pants with practiced ease before wrapping their fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly. The sensation made my hips jerk forward, eager for more.

I pushed Mihou back onto the desk, books tumbling to the floor as I dropped to my knees in front of them. Their breath hitched when I yanked their pants and underwear down, exposing their cunt and cock both. I didn’t hesitate—I leaned in and licked a hot stripe up their slit, savoring the way they tasted.

“Oh fuck—” Mihou gasped, arching off the desk as I sucked their clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it in quick, teasing circles. Their cock twitched against my cheek, already leaking. I wrapped a hand around it, pumping slowly as I ate them out, swallowing their moans like they were the sweetest wine.

But I wanted more. Pulling back just enough to spit into my palm, I pressed a slick finger against their ass, circling the tight rim before pushing in slowly. Mihou’s whole body tensed, then melted as I worked my finger deeper, crooking it just right to make them cry out.

“Another,” they begged, voice wrecked. I obeyed, adding a second finger, stretching them open while my tongue never stopped its relentless assault on their clit. The desk creaked beneath them as they writhed, fucking themselves back onto my fingers.

“You take me so well,” I murmured against their wet skin, fucking them faster with my fingers, curling them just right. Their thighs trembled around my head, their cock jerking in my grip.

“Need you inside me,” Mihou gasped. “Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Standing, I grabbed their hips and flipped them onto their stomach, bending them over the desk. My cock ached as I pressed the thick head against their ass, spit and lube making the slide easier.

“Breathe,” I ordered, pushing in slowly, groaning at the tight, hot grip of them. Mihou clenched around me, cursing into the wood of the desk as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I hissed, hips snapping forward before I could stop myself.

“Harder,” they demanded, and I obeyed, fucking into them with deep, rough strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, Mihou’s cries turning desperate as I pounded into them.

I reached around, stroking their cock in time with my thrusts, rubbing my thumb over the slick head. “Come for me,” I growled in their ear, biting their shoulder.

Mihou screamed as they came, their body clenching around my cock like a vice. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came deep inside them with a guttural groan, my hips stuttering as I filled them up.

We collapsed onto the desk, panting, sweaty, and thoroughly wrecked. The library had never felt more like home.