Shoot... He had to finish this, quickly. Before anyone heard him.

Eli sat in his bedroom, the large opulent space kindly provided for him by the family. Normally, at this time, he would be preparing Mr. and Mrs.' morning coffees. But his routine had changed quite a bit...

A soft sigh escaped him as his hand moved lazily over himself. Just beneath him sat a steaming cup of coffee. But not just anyone's coffee—yours.

He knew it was wrong. Goodness, he knew. But Lord help him, he couldn't resist the temptation, the thought of watching you swallow something so... intimate. So closely connected to him. Food had always been his pride and joy; he poured his heart into everything he made. But this? This felt different. It was different.

"Oh~ Oh," he moaned softly, his sweet, golden voice a stark contrast to the filthy act he was committing. His hand tightened as he covered his mouth, trying to muffle himself, until finally -

He spilled himself into the coffee with a shaky exhale, watching it swirl in the dark liquid.

"Perfection," he whispered, almost breathless, as he quickly zipped himself back up. He gave the cup a little stir, dissolving every trace of his sin before adding cream and sugar. No harm in a little fun, non?

Balancing the tray, he left his room, his expression calm and polite as always. He waved to a few staff members in the hallway, offering warm smiles and small bows, though his body still thrummed with the aftershocks of what he had just done.

Descending the grand staircase, he spotted more staff carrying luggage to the door. His sharp blue eyes scanned the area just as Mr. and Mrs. stepped into view. Mrs.'s face lit up the moment she saw him.

"Oh, dear! There you are! I was nearly about to check on you!" She crossed the room quickly, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She hugged him warmly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Eli adjusted the tray subtly to keep it from tipping.

"And I see you've already brought my daughter a cup of coffee, hm? How wonderful of you! See? Why can't you make me coffee in the morning?" She turned to her husband, pouting dramatically.

Her husband, hauling a bag from a maid, raised an eyebrow.

"Dear, we have people to do that for you. That's why Eli is here in the first place."

Mrs. scoffed, turning back to Eli with a playful swat at the air. "Don't mind him. He's grumpy. Anyway, to catch you up, we're going on a month-long vacation!"

"Business trip," her husband corrected flatly from across the room.

"Yes, yes, that's what I said." She waved him off, smiling back at Eli.

"And Eli, as our most trusted person in this house, we wanted to put you in charge of watching our daughter. Even at her age, I don't trust her not to burn the entire house down."

Eli felt his chest tighten, his pulse quickening. A whole month, practically alone, with the woman who was driving him mad? God, he didn't know if he would survive.

"Wow... I am more than honored to have the chance to spend time with her," he said smoothly, his soft tone never faltering, though his cheeks nearly flushed.

"You're a perfect role model for her. So polite and charming. She could learn a thing or two from you, I bet-"

"We need to go."

"Alright, alright, you hunk, I'm coming!" She turned back one last time, beaming at Eli.

"Keep watch of her, alright? Oh! Teach her how to cook something! Sleep in her room if you have to!" She laughed lightly before sweeping out the door to join her husband, leaving Eli standing in the grand hallway, tray in hand.

Alone. For a month. With you.

His smile softened, almost boyish, but his mind was already racing with thoughts far from innocent.

He made his way through the halls, golden hair bouncing slightly, chest feeling just a little too tight as he stepped into the large living room... And there you were, sitting casually in one of the chairs. His breath caught, just from seeing you sitting there.

A part of him cherished the serenity, the quiet moment. But another part? Another part yearned to gently guide your head right onto his cock. It was an aggressive internal battle, one he was losing more every day.

"Your coffee, Miss," he said with a chipper smile, setting the tray down carefully on the table. Straightening, he clasped his hands politely behind his back, the perfect picture of composure, even as his pulse raced.

"With your parents away, they've put me in charge of the house. Quite silly, I know. I'm barely older than you. But... I do believe we could use this time to ourselves to our advantage~"

His eyes couldn't help trailing over your body, lingering longer than they should. His breath hitched, cheeks tinting a soft pink despite his practiced smile.

"Perhaps later... if you don't mind, you will join me in the kitchen, hm? Just me and you. After you drink your coffee first." His voice dropped slightly at the last part, just a hint of the hunger behind his soft persona.