Aviva had to admit, her boss was right.
Lately, she'd been accomplishing tasks with unprecedented efficiency, unlike her usual track record. Her mind was incredibly clear, and she didn't understand how she went through life with her previously foggy mind. It was normally clouded with lust even when she wasn't actively thinking of sex- her face would be flushed, and just the sight of a half naked man was enough to throw her off track for the day. When working in a branch of the military with training members, there was no shortage of barely clothed men if you knew where to look. Yet for a whole three days, men didn't elicit desire in her after Dante worked his magic- but now, the temptation was crawling back.
Currently, she stood behind a vending machine closest to the large plexiglass chamber Dante occupied, watching him do his weekly workouts all alone. The way his muscles flexed as he lifted weights no human could ever hope to bear was mouth watering, and she squeezed her thighs together from the horny thoughts raging in her mind. Sweat dripped down her boss's dark hair, making his locks slick, as if professionally styled. Aviva was subsequently glad she never ripped out any of it in her passion that fateful night, despite knowing he could grow it back within seconds. His thighs were powerhouses of muscle, she'd come to learn after staring for thirty minutes. She didn't know how long his routine was, but she would surely analyze every minute of it. It was-
"Hey!"
Noah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts, causing her to stumble and bump her nose against the drink machine. She rubbed it and turned around to face her unexpected company.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked. "Our exercise session isn't for like, another two hours."
"O-oh?" she stuttered, feigning ignorance. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Were you spying on him?"
Aviva went quiet, her mind fumbling with possible responses she could shoo him off with. The pain in her nose drew out a fib she believed was innocent enough.
"The Captain asked me to get him a drink," she informed him. "He needed a soda."
Her companion's brow raised. "I thought he didn't like junk drinks."
"Well sometimes people wanna switch it up, you know? It's not unhealthy once in a while."
Aviva gave him a forced smile and fumbled for change in her pockets, praying to any god she could think of that she had the money. It took her an agonizing thirty seconds, but she had just enough coins for a standard soda in her back and front pockets. Sighing with relief, she stuffed the money into the machine and retrieved the drink, then turned towards the entrance of the glass chamber several feet away.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" she asked, making her way towards the glass room.
Noah's eyes widened, and he walked quickly after her. "Oh, I lost an access card. I think I left it in there on a rack or something."
Deep down, each suspected the other was lying, but refused to acknowledge it for their own sakes.
"Okay then," Aviva said, stepping into the training area with her companion in tow. "Boss! I brought you the coke!"
Dante was lying on his back on a bench, still lifting circular weights. Upon mention of a drink, he perked up, then frowned when he saw his subordinate approaching him with a soda.
"What-"
The man almost denied the offer, but upon seeing the panicked look on the girl's face, he brushed it off and accepted the treat. He wasn't going to touch it, of course, but was curious to see why she was acting this way. Behind her, he noticed the boy staring at him as well, though much more calmly.
"I think I dropped my steam room pass card here yesterday, sir," Noah said, his eyes aimlessly darting around the equipment. "I'll be out of here soon."
At first, Dante was confused at their sudden forgetfulness and generosity, but upon seeing their sneaky glances at his body, all his questions were answered. That, and remembering that he had seen Noah in the steam room earlier that day.
He tried not to laugh.
Over the course of a few minutes, the half shifters became less and less subtle about wanting an eyeful of their secret desire. Dante hummed as he continued to lift, realizing his clothing was having a strong effect on them. He wore only a tight white tank top which dramatically emphasized his tan, and gym shorts that showed off most of his legs. Additionally, the thin cloth of the shorts showed off his bulge easily. All three of them pretended not to notice, but Dante was the only one amused.
Aviva noticed the man had set the soda down, still unopened. She leaned across his thighs to pick it up, accidentally-on-purpose letting her fingers graze her boss's cloth-covered cock in the process.
"If you're not thirsty right now, I can put this in a fridge before it turns warm," she said, trying her hardest not to swoon over how huge he felt.
Her captain grinned, though it was hidden by the large weight he held just above his chest. "No no, put it back."
The girl obliged, her arm barely sliding across his shorts as she set it down. Her pussy was screaming for more than just the lightest of touches, but she couldn't do anything. Not now, not here. She certainly wouldn't beg in front of the boy who stood behind her. The boy who should have never been here in the first place!
Despite the gentleness of the friction, Dante had felt her light trembles.
"Have you been doing your training, Noah?" the man asked. Though he couldn't see it from his angle, the pureblooded shifter knew the boy was also mesmerized by his cock, judging from how close Noah's voice was to his thighs as the teen crouched to pretend to search for his card. It was clear that both subordinates had intended to come alone, and each other's presence had ruined their plans.
"Y-yeah, I have," Noah answered, watching the man's legs spread wider as he completed another rep. "I mean I haven't today, but I will later. I have my alarm set."
"I'm sure you do," his boss agreed. "Here's a pop quiz- come closer and point out my sartorius muscle. I want to see if you've been paying attention in your anatomy classes. Describe the location and function."
The boy swallowed and leaned down, touching the man's inner thigh and saying the correct answer. By now, his fingers were only a few inches from the bulge that occupied the entirety of the teens' minds. Aviva, though trying her damndest not to show it, was seething with envy. She needed to find an excuse to touch her boss again, but fuck it, nothing was coming to mind. If her ovaries could curse, they would be putting sailors to shame right now.
"Aviva, could you do me a favor?" Dante asked, feeling the heat radiate off her body. "I'm going to lift some new equipment we bought that even I'm not currently used to. I need to lay flat for the duration of this session, but because they're so heavy, I might accidentally lift my thighs while I'm working. Could I trouble you to sit on my lap while I do so?"
Now, it was Noah's turn to rage internally. Aviva blinked repeatedly, still registering what she had just heard. The command poured like honey into her ears and she obliged, swinging her leg over both of his thighs to get a comfortable seat. The other half blooded Shifter grimaced and retracted his arm, crossing both of his in disappointment. He didn't even feel like faking a search anymore.
Aviva moaned lightly as she sat on two of her favorite parts about her boss, before focusing on the one her pussy was now just a few inches from. She wouldn't dare directly sit on his bulge for fear of being shoved off. She placed her hands on either side of it, trying to get the closest she could to touching it without alarming the captain. She hoped the sudden noise she made could be attributed to the exertion of her efforts- after all, she was on the shorter side, while Dante was a beast of a man compared to her. It took energy to climb up all across him.
Dante began to lift the weights, and Aviva's uterus sang melodies as she felt his thighs flex beneath her as he tried to keep them down. She absentmindedly dug her nails deeper into his skin as she felt him gently rub up against her pussy. Every time he thrusted upwards, she took it as an opportunity to lean forward and pretend her hands bumped up against the sides of his bulge just to keep him flat. Her boss thoroughly enjoyed watching her try with all her might to restrain herself, knowing her mind would soon melt away like it did before. Unbeknownst to her, he could hear her breathing deeply, as if she was the one lifting instead of him. It was almost too comical.
After a while, he paused, and put the weights down for a break.
"I'm sorry, but this isn't working," he said, wiping the sweat off his brow. "I keep accidentally lifting my legs. Aviva, you just aren't heavy enough to keep me down."