[Jon is in the midst of undoing Chris' trousers when he hears the door open. The Archivist freezes, cold terror running down his spine. What if he's caught like this? What if he knows who this person is? What if they judge him? He's already judging himself, the additional commentary on his apparent 'proclivities' would be too much. He might never show his face in public again. Or at least not for several weeks.]

[The Dom responds:] Yeah, I... sorry, I don't think this is the right spot. I'm usually over on the east side. I was looking for Madame Pussyfoot's Plentiful Pets. Is that... around here?

[Should he move? Keep going? The longer they stay like this, the greater the chance Wolfe is going to return to see something, and that's not someone he'll be able to hide this from easily. As quietly as he can manage, Jon keeps going, opening Chris' trousers and pulling his cock from his underwear. Putting a cock in his mouth while someone is talking above is mortifying, but needs must.

Some petulant part of him also wonders if Chris will be so keen when he's struggling to form words around the pleasure. Jon grasps the base of his boyfriend's length for a moment before dipping his head and shoving as much of it in his mouth as he can take. One or two good sucks just to get things going.]