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[The idea of being anything like a SIN guard leaves Jon feeling vaguely ill.]

Or just not interacting?

[He's already a recluse in some ways, but he could go all in.]

I could just watch.
Deal with whatever the city throws at us and go back into hiding after.

No. The parts of you still Jonathan Sims needs people, even if he pretends he doesn’t like it.

I won’t let you hurt yourself like that.

Though I’ll compromise with a week in after your week at the Crucible, if you’re still feeling reclusive.

[The stubborn and prideful part of him rears momentarily. Who is Chris Sonom to decide that for him? They're boyfriends, he loves the man, but he's not... Jon doesn't want Chris just feel like he has to be a keeper for a wayward, eldritch pet. Tim's accusation rings in his ears from the experiment. He'd called Jon Elias' pet for maybe wanting to take lessons with him.

Chris is not Elias, though.]

We'll see.
I'm meant to be on my 'best behavior.'

Your best behavior for you or for the shop or for the city?

Whatever is going to satisfy Amelia.
The shop just said I had to do it.
They didn't specify I do it well.

[… he was going to ask about this sex act next…but the mental image of Jon trying to do his job poorly in front of Amelia was…]

Oh, if you don’t want to entertain that little degradation kink you’ve got, you’ll do it as well as you can.

Amelia will strip you down with words as readily as Daphne ever did and likely be less affectionate in it.

I might like you being a brat, she will not, I suspect.

[Color sears across his cheeks.]

I do not have a degradation kink.

You absolutely do.

What’s this sex act we need to do?

[It would be childish to type back, 'You're the one with a kink,' but it is ever so tempting.]

I've never once told anyone I like them degrading me.

[Proof!]

The act is stupid.
I'm meant to do oral sex.
Under a desk.
While the other person sits at the desk.

[...]

And I'm meant to do it until they come off.
There's also... things.
A thing.
With a lock.
You'd put it on me and take it off when you're '''''satisfied.'''''

[He’s so tempted to split hairs…but reading the text with the act itself has him…pausing. Oh…well, that did appeal.

But first…]

I can certainly do that.

Wait, what sort of lock thing? Like on your mouth or on your cock?

It's a cock thing.

How would something for my mouth even work if I'm meant to use it on you???

I do like those on you occasionally.

You know what a ballgag is right? Like that, but keeping your mouth open.

You also know the only desk I have is at Switch Street

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[Jon realizes, very suddenly, that he did not desire this information in his life. He can't help a horrified and disgusted sound that escapes him.]

Humanity was a mistake.
Entirely.

[There's a long pause after that where Jon tries to figure out some way around this.]

Don't they have desks at the Crucible?

[That draws a genuine laugh from him he has to stifle when he remembers he's in a somewhat public space.]

They are rather inventive.

[Conversely, when Chris responds, it's very quick.]

Not a chance. It belongs to Amelia or Vanessa, both of whom would kill either of us without a second thought.

['chartophyle is typing...' appears for a very long time as Jon tries to figure out what to say to that. Amelia... does physically attack people, and Vanessa is a vampire like Grayson, which makes her terrifying in her own way.]

This is not me condoning sexual relations in Switch Street.
It is solely because of this one instance where circumstances require a public venue.
I want to be clear.
With you, in particular.

Jon
You say that like I might flagrantly break your rules if given an inch

Yes.
It's almost like I know you.

[Affront! Especially for telling the truth!]

I promise I know this doesn’t mean you condone sex in Switch Street, it will be a special one-off occurrence only you and I will know of.

[Assuming he can keep a straight face the times Wolfe might pass by. Jon was good with his mouth…]

Good.

[He feels like Chris is lying, but they'll move past that.]

Is there anyone in the reception area right now?
If not, I need you to black out the security cameras.

[He looks instinctively towards Hawke’s desk in the main area, but finds it empty. Right, he’d said…had he gone to do a round upstairs or to go watch the security cameras?

He scrapes back through his memory before nodding to himself and waving a hand to black out the one covering the Archive door and his desk.]

You're clear for now, Wolfe is somewhere upstairs. Camera is temporarily out.

[He's really doing this. God. Jon steels himself before mounting the stairs and moving out of the Archives and crouching swiftly behind the Reception desk. His whole face feels unpleasantly hot as he looks up at Chris.]

Here. This, um... Just do it quickly, and I'll get under the desk.

[The flustered Archivist shoves a simple locking cock cage and it's associated lock and key into the cleric's hands before turning his attention, reluctantly to undoing his trousers. At least he's wearing fairly mundane underwear today, knowing what he'd be getting himself into.]

[Praise the gods he doesn’t laugh as Jon all but scuttles over to him.

He can’t quite help the amused smirk that creeps along his lips even as he scoots back to face Jon and lean down to help.]

Of course, love. Here…

[He’s gentle, but nimble-fingered enough to be quick with pulling Jon’s cock free and locking it into the cage. The pressure points inside would provide stimulation that would surely get to him…and the tightness of the base itself would keep anything premature from happening…a good and simple design.

He scoots back further to give Jon room to climb under the deep receptionist desk and doesn’t bother hiding the fact he intends to watch Jon’s awkward shuffle to do it.]

Go on, get comfortable…this is price and punishment for your transgressions…I don’t intend to be too quick with it.

[Though, that wasn’t entirely within his control…]

Comfortable.

[The word is a disbelieving scoff as he tucks himself away awkwardly, pulls up his underwear and trousers and winces. That... that's uncomfortable. And he can feel it squeezing against his length within the cage, rubbing, causing friction. He doesn't have time to really contemplate the matter, though, as he's not sure how long people are going to be absent from the lobby.

He settles on his knees, legs spread, to try to spare himself some of the stimulation. It's not a great deal of help when he can already feel his cock stirring between what's already happening and the general embarrassment and humiliation.]

My knees are going to ache after this.

[Maybe that will induce Chris to make it be a little quicker. As it is, stares up at the other man from beneath the desk, lips a pursed line of discomfort.]

Bring the chair in already.

[He cocks an unimpressed brow.]

Good thing you've got a staff-healer on retainer.

[But he does, at least, bring the chair in to block off his and any other person's easy sight of his Archivist and his compromising position.

Just in time too, before he can think to bring a hand down under the desk to pet through Jon's hair, the main doors open and a slightly confused looking dominant comes in looking for directions. It puts a prickle of excitement down the back of Chris' neck and...honestly, lends itself to a more genuine smile when he greets the man.]

Welcome, how can I direct you?

[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.]

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