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It's a sunny afternoon in the mansion. Dimitri is quietly humming as he re-sorts his filing cabinet. The sound of Renata vacuuming the foyer can be heard echoing throughout the rickety old building. Kurt is in his study taking care of some papers, and Gisela is outside chopping firewood while soaking up the sun.

Everyone is happy doing their own things in separate parts of the mansion. Except for Dimitri, who has paused sorting his filing cabinet to stare at the towering pile of files on his desk and procrastinate. Paperwork is easily his least favorite part of being a doctor. He's been putting off the task for months but today he has finally decided to just get it over with. However, the task is proving to be harder than he originally thought it would be. As he continues to procrastinate he thinks to himself how much easier it would be if he just tidied it up a little every day instead of letting it get this bad. After another minute of stalling, he finally picks up a file and gets back to work.

He sighs to himself as he continues putting files where they belong, wishing he could be doing anything else.

A wave of relief comes over him as he hears someone knock on the door, perhaps he can use this as an excuse for a break. 

"Come in!" Dimitri says after dropping the paperwork in his hands and quickly standing up to greet the person coming in.

To Dimitri's delight, Kurt is the one that swings open the office door. Dimitri smiles at him and waves awkwardly while Kurt quietly closes the door behind him in an elegant manner. Kurt's eyes dart to Dimitri and then dart to look at the pile of disorganized files on the floor.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything" Kurt says while slightly smiling at Dimitri.

"No, not at all! What brings you here?" Dimitri responds cheerfully.

"Nothing of importance really, all my work is driving me up a wall, but I enjoy talking to you... So I suppose I'm here to procrastinate." Kurt says with a slight smirk.

Dimitri's words catch in his throat at the sudden complement before he awkwardly stutters out "Uh- Thanks! What do you want to talk about?" 

"Well, what kinds of medical studies have you been into lately?" Kurt asks, fully-aware of the long conversation he's in for. 

Dimitri's eyes light up as he sits back down at his desk and begins to gather his thoughts, Kurt follows shortly after sitting at the opposite side of the desk.

"Well-" Dimtri starts with a smile.

Dimitri loves medical things and so he's always up to date on the latest studies and such. He always wants to talk to someone about whatever he's been researching but Gisela and Renata never really listen to him. They always seem completely disinterested in the subject, unlike Kurt. He happily listens to Dimitri ramble on for hours while nodding and smiling and contributing to the conversation whenever he can.

Before Dimitri knows it, his conversation with Kurt has lasted an entire hour. At that point, Kurt politely stops him and reminds him of the time.

"I really have to do my work now, but we'll talk later, okay?" Kurt says with a smile as he stands up from the desk.

"Alright! I can't believe it's been so long already, but thanks for listening!" Dimitri says, slightly upset at Kurt's sudden leave.

"I suppose that's what happens when you talk about something you're passionate about. Best of luck with your paperwork" Kurt says, smiling and standing in the doorway.

"Thanks, Bye!" Dimitri responds.

Kurt walks out of the door and silently shuts it behind him.

"I'll need it" Dimitri mumbles to himself, now all alone and forced to face the mountain of paperwork that awaits him.

He slouches back in his chair and stares at the pile of paperwork as his mind begins to wander. 

Dimitri's mind wanders from subject to subject before landing on its favorite subject as of the last couple months, Kurt. 

He just can't seem to keep his mind off him. Kurt is always such a gentleman to everyone he meets. His degree in chemistry helps so that even when Dimitri is rambling about "nerd stuff" as Renata calls it, Kurt already knows enough to have an engaging conversation instead of making Dimitri feel as though he's talking to a wall. He feels so lucky to have him as a research partner, he wouldn't trade late-night experiments with Kurt for anything. But most of all, he really loves Kurt's overall personality. He always makes Dimitri laugh but is also serious and respectful when he needs to be. Dimitri also likes that Kurt always seems to know just what to say... and he definitely does not like Kurt for any other reason. He definitely does not like the way Kurt always wears the same flattering blazer that really accentuates his flawless physique. He definitely does not like the way Kurt playfully asks him "What's on my paperwork, Doctor?" Every time he gets his monthly check-up. He definitely does not like Kurt's snow white hair that he can only imagine would be silky to the touch, and he most definitely does not spend most of his time with Kurt sneaking glances at his lips or looking into Kurt's blue eyes whenever he has the excuse for reasons he can't even admit to himself. 

Definitely not.

His mind wanders even further as he continues thinking about Kurt. He wonders what Kurt might look like in an unprofessional situation. He begins to picture Kurt slowly beginning to unbutton his tight-fitting vest. His breathing is heavy as he starts on the first button. Kurt's long elegant fingers swiftly unbutton the vest and he throws it aside, he then starts on his button-up. Kurt only gets 4 buttons down before Dimitri catches himself fantasizing.

However, by the time he snaps back to reality it's already too late. Dimitri can feel an erection growing in his black jeans and when he looks down to confirm, a wave of shame comes over his body. But there's simply no way he can focus in this condition, he has to take care of it. He sheepishly makes his way out of his office and snakes into the bathroom across the hall. Dimitri then closes the door behind him and then locks it with a click. He sighs as he goes to sit down on the floor with his back leaning against the wall. He then hastily unzips his pants and pulls them down to his knees before slipping a finger under the waistband of his white boxers and doing the same. He looks down at his all-too-obvious erection briefly and thinks about what he is about to do. 

This is absolutely pathetic.

He closes his eyes as he begins to touch himself, all he can think about is Kurt. He slowly strokes himself up and down as he continues to fantasize about Kurt. He feels ashamed about what he's thinking about, but he is far too riddled with lust to care. 

If just thinking about Kurt gets him this hot and bothered, he imagines what it would be like if Kurt was actually touching him. He moves his hand faster as he begins to imagine it being Kurt's hand instead of his own. As he nears the edge, his filter begins to crack and he allows a few low whines of Kurt's name to escape from his lips. As he squirms and whines for Kurt one final time (hopefully not loud enough for anyone to hear), he feels a shot of hot liquid spurt into his hand. 

He takes a moment to catch his breath before shakily standing up from the bathroom floor. He quickly rinses off his right hand in the sink, he then pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. Then, he goes back to the sink to give his hands a more proper wash. After washing his hands he rests his elbows on the edge of the sink and looks at his reflection in the slightly dusty bathroom mirror.

He looks like a mess.

His face and ears are flushed a deep red color and his hair is all sweaty and messed up. He can't leave the bathroom looking like this, so he begins to fix his appearance as he reflects on the embarrassing events of the past few minutes.

Sure, Dimitri has had feelings for people before. But none have overtaken his entire mind and body as much as his feelings for Kurt do. As a doctor, he knows that feeling attraction to people and masterbating are completely normal, healthy even. But to masterbate and lust over a co-worker, let alone his own research partner, patient, and boss?!

Shameless.

These kinds of feelings are absolutely inappropriate for the work place and especially towards his boss. Besides, Kurt is way out of his league even outside of a professional setting. Not to mention that Dimitri really needs this job and he's most definitely going to get fired if Kurt ever finds out how he feels. Hell, Dimitri has been denying his own feelings up until now, how could Kurt ever accept them?

It's simply not possible.

Dimitri realizes that today's events are probably a result of his feelings for Kurt finally boiling over, and he swears to himself that he will never let that happen again... at least, not in front of Kurt.

...Hopefully

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It's been a day since Dimitri's "incident" in the bathroom. He has since sworn to himself this he will stop thinking about Kurt and especially not in such scandalous ways. However, it seems to be harder than he thought. Every time he is doing mundane tasks like eating, showering, falling asleep or anything else he finds particularly boring. Kurt infects his brain almost like an illness. How is he so enamored with his own colleague that he can't even do something as simple as brushing his teeth without thinking about him? It's embarrassing and not to mention extremely unprofessional. He has to get a hold of himself and stop this nonsense. He's found that as long as he keeps himself busy with work the thoughts of Kurt disappear. It's the only time he can keep himself from thinking about Kurt's blue eyes and impossibly toned body and- 

Oh goddamit.

He's doing it again.

He shakes his head as if to get rid of the thought before turning to check the clock on his desk. It reads 7:57 pm, dinner is at 8 so get figures it's a good time to start heading down to kitchen. He stands up from his desk and puts his lab coat on that he had temporarily taken off due to the lack of air conditioning in his office. He then opens the doors of his office with a loud creak and starts heading down to the kitchen. He descends the equally creaky grand staircase before rounding the corner into the kitchen. 

Renata is cooking on the stove while Gisela sits at the old wooden table talking with her. Kurt is there too, he is quietly reading the newspaper at the table seemingly oblivious to the loud conversation that is happening inches away from him. However, as soon as he realizes Dimitri has entered the kitchen his attention breaks away from his newspaper and switches to him. He flashes Dimitri a small smile and motions for him to come closer. Dimitri responds by walking over to the 

4-person table and sitting across from Kurt. As soon as he gets settled in his chair he turns his attention to Kurt who has set down his news paper and is looking right at Dimitri. 

"Just to remind you, research at 9, okay?" Kurt says.

Dimitri had told Kurt previously that he doesn't need to remind him, but to be completely honest, he totally forgot. 

"Of course!" Dimitri responds trying to cover up that he had completely forgotten until now.

"Good" Kurt says in response before returning to his newspaper. 

Looking at Kurt now, Dimitri feels even guiltier about what happened the other day. He's always so genuine and charismatic and to think that he got off to his own coworker who he is sitting right across from is down right filthy. Even so, he can't help but marvel at the intense, focused face that Kurt makes while he reads his newspaper intently. He briefly wonders about what other situations Kurt might make that face in before his train of thought is broken by a loud noise to his left.

"Crap" Dimitri barely hears Renata mutter under her breath as she picks up the dropped spatula.

After Renata puts the spatula in the kitchen sink she returns to the stove and continues chatting with Gisela. Dimitri decides to do the same and make conversation with Kurt.

"So, what's in the newspaper?" Dimitri asks quizzically.

"Nothing interesting really, but they're finally going to repave some of the roads in town." Kurt answers, still looking down at his newspaper.

"That's good, the roads over there are practically falling apart" Dimitri says in response.

Why does he feel so incredibly nervous all of the sudden? It's not like he doesn't have conversations with Kurt often. It's not like Kurt knows what happened yesterday. Dimitri just needs to calm down and stop acting so weird before Kurt asks him what's wrong or god forbid, puts 2 and 2 together himself.

"Dinner is ready!" Renata proclaims so loudly that it startles Dimitri slightly.

Renata starts putting the food on the table while Gisela sets out plates and utensils for everyone. It's stew again tonight, Dimitri doesn't have the heart to tell her, but Renata's stew isn't very good. But, it's extremely healthy so Dimitri still eats a good helping every time she makes it, which is admittedly more often than he'd like. 

After all the plates are set and the stew is on the table with a serving spoon, Renata and Gisela sit down. 

Everyone is quiet for a second, seemingly waiting for something to happen.

"Well? Dig in" Renata says, breaking the awkward silence.

Everyone passes around the stew and takes their respective portions before Gisela sets it back in the middle of the table. Everyone starts eating their stew and Dimitri follows by taking a large spoonful. He crunches a surprisingly undercooked carrot chunk before turning to his left to face Renata.

"It's good as always Renata!" Dimitri tells a white lie.

Renata lets out a muffled "Thank you" through a mouth full of the 'not-so-great' stew. 

Everyone quietly eats their dinner, well Gisela is more so inhaling it which can't be good for her health but to each their own. 

"So, Dimitri, how's the paperwork going?" Kurt asks Dimitri.

"Well, it's going" Dimitri says, knowing full well that it is in fact not going and he just shoved the rest into his desk drawers unorganized.

"Gosh, I'm so happy that I don't have to do any paperwork. It makes my head hurt ya' know?" Gisela says.

"Well, you're in luck" Kurt says playfully as he takes a white envelope out of the inner pocket of his blazer and hands it to Gisela.

Gisela lets out a slightly frustrated sigh before smiling and taking the envelope while Renata can be heard giggling quietly.    

"Gee, thanks" Gisela says sarcastically as she puts the envelope in her jean pocket.

Dimitri fails to keep himself from laughing and snickers before the entire table bursts out in laughter. Renata is laughing so hard that she is snorting while Gisela is repeatedly slapping her knee. Then, Dimitri turns to look at Kurt and is met with his shiny smile and impossibly proper sounding laugh. As much as Dimitri likes how Kurt looks when he's serious, he especially loves when he laughs or smiles. The way that Kurt's hand tries with no avail to cover his laughter and stay professional is truly- 

Not again.

By the time Dimitri snaps back to reality everybody has stopped laughing and he is just awkwardly staring at Kurt who is giving him a puzzled look. 

"Oh sorry, I zoned out" Dimitri says, attempting to excuse his staring.

Kurt nods understandingly in response.

That was way too close, he seriously needs to pull it together before Kurt finds out and he loses his job. 

After finishing the stew, one by one people start leaving the kitchen. 

"Dimitri, your plate?" Renata says standing near the sink, seemingly about to wash dishes.

"Of course, sorry" Dimitri says before swiftly grabbing his plate and handing it to Renata.

"Thanks" Renata responds as she puts it in the sink along with the other plates.

As Dimitri begins to walk back to his office, he has a feeling that he's forgetting something. He checks his watch in an attempt to remember, it reads 8:50. Oh that's right, He's meeting with Kurt in his office at nine. It's surprising how quickly he had forgotten given that thoughts of Kurt had been plaguing him for the past couple weeks. Having remembered, he begins to ascend the old grand staircase and continues down the hallway until he reaches the bathroom. 

He swings open the door and shuts it behind him before walking to the rusty sink. 

"Get a hold of yourself Dimitri." He whispers to his reflection in the old mirror. 

This is going to be the first time he has spent time with Kurt one on one since yesterday's happenings. So hopefully he gets over this feeling of intense nervousness and most of all, nips these feelings in the bud. Sort of like the exposure therapy he's been reading about recently. 

Hopefully it works on secret crushes on your boss just as well as fears. 

He turns the rusting faucet handle and splashes so cold water on his face in a final attempt to prepare himself. After turning the faucet off and wiping the remaining water from his hands, he exits the bathroom.

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Dimitri's footsteps make loud creaking sounds as he walks towards his office where Kurt should be waiting. He then approaches the door and swings it open with a creak. Kurt is already there (as expected) and he's beginning to set up various chemistry tools for their experiments. But as soon as the door swings open, he drops what he's doing and turns to face Dimitri.

"Ah, you're on time!" Kurt greets Dimitri, slightly teasing him about his constant tardiness.

"Of course, and you're ahead of time per usual" Dimitri says in response.

Kurt nods in response before returning to setting up the tools. He can feel himself getting nervous already so he quietly closes his eyes and takes a breath before walking over to help Kurt set up. 

Kurt is on the left side of the table setting up beakers so Dimitri goes to his right to start unloading the contents of a brown box on the table. He takes out a Bunsen Burner and various other pieces of chemistry equipment before closing the box and putting it on the floor. He the looks over to Kurt's side of the table to see how he's doing, he's set up a couple beakers and seems to be finished with his side. Dimitri scans the table one final time to make sure that everything is in its place before noticing that one of the smaller test tubes was misplaced. Apparently, Kurt noticed it too because they both absentmindedly went to grab it at the same time. Dimitri audibly tripped over an inhale at the surprise hand contact before quickly retracting his hand. 

"Sorry" Dimitri says quietly as Kurt places the beaker in its correct location.

Well that was one hell of an overreaction.

"Okay, it's really not a big deal right? Your hands just touched don't freak out. You're just coworkers it's fine. Just focus Dimitri" his inner monologue scrambled trying to keep his brain in line. However, his train of thought is broken by the intense feeling of being stared at. 

He turns to face Kurt and sure enough, he's looking right at him. His expression is intense, almost like the face he made while reading the newspaper earlier but a little different for a reason that Dimitri can't quite pinpoint. But he doesn't have much time to try and decode Kurt's facial expression before Kurt starts approaching him. Dimitri steps back for every step he takes forward, confused and a little afraid. 

"Uh, Kurt?" He stutters out, mind racing trying to figure out what is happening.

Still, no answer. just that intense stare.

Running out of space it step backwards, he begins twiddling his thumbs as panic sets in. Which proves to be a mistake because it gives Kurt easy access to grab both his wrists in one hand. 

Which he does before slamming Dimitri against the wall. 

Dimitri lets out a shocked gasp at the action before Kurt's other hand moves to Dimitri's waist making his entire body tense up under his white lab-coat. 

He briefly considers pinching himself to make sure he's not dreaming.

He looks up at Kurt, searching for an answer to what's going on. But nothing, he's still just staring down at him with one hand on his waist and the other keeping his wrists pinned against the wall. After another second or so, Kurt begins to lean in close to Dimitri's ear.

"I heard you yesterday in the bathroom." Kurt says lowly, breath on Dimitri's neck. 

Well,  fuck.

Dimitri can feel his face light on fire as he loudly winces out of pure embarrassment. He wants nothing more than to sink into the floor and die. Well, close second is for Kurt to lean in a little closer and kiss him but he puts that thought on the back burner for now. His head begins to spin as he scrambles to think of something to say.

What's Kurt going to do, yell at him? Fire him? Break all his bones one by one? He wouldn't blame him, but he has to say something. Anything.

"I-I'm so incredibly sorry Kurt I promise you it won't happen ever again, fire me do whatever you have to do-" Dimitri manages to stutter out before he is cut off by Kurt half-laughing in his ear.

"No No, I'm flattered" Kurt whispers.

Dimitri's mind short circuits for a second.

"You must think I'm pretty attractive if you can get off to me like that" Kurt finishes, with a smirk.

Dimitri inhales sharply at the last part, feeling his blood run hot under his skin. Kurt then pulls away from his ear and attempts to look him in the eyes. Dimitri dodges his gaze by tilting his chin away, he's too embarrassed to even look at him. 

But Kurt's not having that.

He moves his hand from Dimitri waist up to grab his chin and guide his face so it's facing his. Dimitri looks up at him with a shameful look on his face. He's red with embarrassment, his breath shaky and uneven.

Before Dimitri has any more time to freak out, Kurt leans in and kisses him. 

When their lips meet it's like a dam has burst. Any feelings Dimitri wanted to keep hidden away deep down inside of him until they disappeared came pouring out. But Dimitri doesn't think about that. He doesn't think about how embarrassed he is, he doesn't think about how wrong it is to have relations at work, he doesn't think "oh my god is this really happening". He doesn't think about a thing in the world except for the wonderful feeling that he's been craving so hard it's driving him crazy.

Kurt's lips on his.

As he kisses back, Kurt releases his wrists in favor of putting a hand back around his waist. Dimitri's arms fall back to his sides as Kurt pulls away from the all-too-quick kiss. He takes a couple of staggered breaths before meeting Kurt's eyes again. The taller man is seemingly waiting for a reaction. In that moment, Dimitri's heart begins to guide his actions. He feverently grabs Kurt by the shirt collar and brings him in for another kiss. 

The second kiss is much more passionate than the last. Their lips messily slide together, Kurt being more assertive while Dimitri tries to follow his lead. As he starts to relax, Dimitri lets go of Kurt's collar and snakes one hand around his waist while the other rests on his chest. Kurt bites Dimitri's bottom lip softly and he lets out a small whine in response. Kurt then slides the hand on Dimitri's waist underneath his lab coat and up the left side of his white button-up, making Dimitri shiver. He stops at his pectoral and gives it a light squeeze before beginning to firmly rub circles over his hardened nipple. Dimitri's eyes snap open at the sudden stimulation as he grips the fabric of Kurt's dress shirt tighter.

Dimitri breaks the kiss by leaning back and sharply inhaling before letting out a shaky, aroused exhale. But Kurt doesn't stop, he continues as Dimitri tips his head back slightly before giving his clothed nipple a firm pinch. A surprisingly erotic sound escapes Dimitri's lips before he takes his hand off Kurt's dress shirt to cover his mouth, taken aback by the noise that just escaped him. 

Kurt snickers playfully at Dimitri's admittedly pathetic reaction before snaking his elegant, pale hands further down the sides of Dimitri's figure and stopping at his behind. Dimitri then, somehow, goes even more red in the face than he was before. Kurt lightly squeezes his behind, teasing him a little. Which results in another lewd reaction from Dimitri.

Dimitri feels vulnerable so very vulnerable, almost like a mouse being circled by a hawk.

Or more accurately, he felt like Kurt was going to fucking eat him alive.

He leans into Kurt a little more by encircling both of his arms around his neck. 

"Desk?" Kurt whispers into his ear.

"Yes" Dimitri responds softly, not totally sure what he's agreeing to. Not that he really cares as long as Kurt keeps fulfilling his fantasies.

Kurt hoists Dimitri up by the behind to hold him with his legs wrapped around Kurt's waist. Dimitri, with his new found ability to look down on Kurt, studies his face trying to engrave this moment into his brain. He notes that Kurt's waist is so warm, so very warm. So warm in fact that he can feel himself practically throbbing against him.

He doesn't have very much time to think about that though because his thoughts are suddenly interrupted by being sat on the edge of the cold, wooden desk. He hears various chemistry instruments fall over behind him with a loud clinking noise as Kurt carelessly sits him down. 

"Sorry" Kurt says with a smirk before putting a hand on Dimitri's jaw and leaning back in to kiss him.

Dimitri kisses him back and wraps his legs around Kurt's hips while grabbing the fabric of his blazer to keep him close. 

Things are moving fast, so so fast. But Dimitri has no desire to slow them down.

Kurt pulls back from the kiss after a moment before placing both of his hands on Dimitri's collar, as though he was going to unbutton his shirt.

"May I?" Kurt asks in a tantalizingly calm tone, as though he was asking about the weather.

"Please" Dimitri responds, voice dripping with arousal.

Kurt's starts on the first button, fingers dancing across Dimitri's skin making his heart beat fast. Then he gets to the second button, Dimitri's mind begins to race with anticipation, wondering what Kurt is going to do after he removes his top. After making quick work of the other two, Kurt moves to the third button and just then.

There's a knock on the door.

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Dimitri gasps as they exchange a look of shock before scrambling to look decent. They both shoot up from the desk and Dimitri begins quickly buttoning up his shirt and fixing his lab coat. 

He snaps back to reality as his mind starts swirling. This was not supposed to happen at all. He was supposed to get over his feelings, not indulge in them. This is so wrong, so so wrong. It's so wrong to have relations at work and especially your boss and your patient. But even so, he wants nothing more than to get back to Kurt.

But nows no time to dwell on anything because there's another loud pound on the door.

Dimitri frantically goes to open the door while Kurt stands against the wall next to the door as to stay hidden. Because, it's Dimitri's office after all. 

Dimitri swings open the door a little too franticly to see Renata standing on the other side. 

"What is it?" Dimitri says, trying to calm his breathing.

Kurt snickers faintly, clearly amused at the current situation, causing Dimitri's hand to swiftly cover his mouth.

"Where's Kurt? I have some accounting questions for him." Renata asks, brow furrowed with confusion and concern at 

Dimitri's uncharacteristic mannerisms.

Dimitri feels a sly smile spread across Kurt's face under his hand at the question. Dimitri glances to him, and then back to Renata.

"Uh, no I haven't seen him actually... you should check his office!" Dimitri says a little too enthusiastically to seem truthful.

"Oh alright. are you... feeling okay? You look a little feverish" Renata responds quizzically.

Does he really look that worked up?

"Oh no, I'm fine. Just tired." Dimitri responds, trying to sound truthful.

Just then, Kurt begins to guide Dimitri's hand off of his mouth. 

"Are you sure? I could come in to help you with something if you need so you can get some rest." Renata says with concern.

Just then, Kurt takes his pointer finger and pops it into his mouth. He bites down softly and circles his tongue around it, smiling all the while. 

The blush on Dimitri's faces grows impossibly deeper as blood begins to rush south once again. He feels Kurt's breath ghosting over his hand as he continues to suck and lightly nibble at his finger. He fights to stay in the moment as can't stop himself from imagining how that might feel in a different place. 

He can't keep this up any longer.

"Now's not really a good time, good luck with Kurt!" Dimitri quickly stutters out before slamming the door.

As soon as the door shuts, Dimitri takes a shaky exhale before turning to face Kurt, who has slipped the doctor's finger out of his mouth.

Kurt has a smirk on his face as he looks back at Dimitri. He responds with as stern of a face as he can muster with his erratic breathing and flushed face. Kurt lets out a small snicker before taking a step towards Dimitri and pulling him back in by the waist. They stand there for a second, not doing much of anything.

But Dimitri doesn't want this to end. He can't just get off in the bathroom again. He can't bear walking around in the same building as him with all these pent up feelings any longer. He can't continue to ignore the things that those piercing blue eyes and tight black waistcoat do to him anymore. 

He needs to end this.

And he needs Kurt to do it.

"Please, keep going" Dimitri half begs into Kurt's ear.

Kurt doesn't hesitate.

They pick up right back where they left off and before Dimitri knows it, he's sitting on the desk again with Kurt stood between his legs.