Jump his bones

You saunter playfully to the scowling kid. He recoils slightly as you place your hands on his hips. You tell him that, while he may not fit in in this office, you'd love to see if he fits in somewhere else. He is motionless as you pull his hips close. Your face is almost even with his in your platform shoes.

Your hands wrap around to his shoulders and pull off his jacket. His arms are initially stiff, but he eventually relents. As you undo his shirt buttons with your teeth, you pause frequently to make eye contact and attempt share a giggle. You make it all the way to his belt before he reciprocates. Pressing your face against his crotch you can feel his still semi-flaccid member.

He might need some encouragement, but you need relief right now.