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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.]

[The name draws curious confusion to Chris' expression.]

No...sorry, sir...not in this building. Though...I think I remember seeing a pet-something place just down the blo-

[Jon's hand on him had been all the warning he had and still he couldn't stop the stutter his partner's mouth put in him. Gods save him. He covers it with a small cough and looks back to the Dom to raise a hand and point to the right.]

Sorry about that...if you ah...go a few doors down this...this block, I think it's on the um.... [Fuck.] Left.

[Or was it the right? He wasn't entirely sure it was there at all, but it was a better option than the man staying here. If it was the sort of pet place Chris suspected it was, it wasn't in this building.

The man shoots him a...confused? Concerned? Some kind of look. Maybe Judgmental, but that was fine, Chris couldn't care for the raising heat in his face.
Pull it together 'King of the Northern Coast.'

Blissfully, the man leaves to follow Chris' direction and the cleric is quick to snake a hand down and into Jon's hair.]

[Listening to Chris stutter out his answers is at least a little satisfying, and makes this a tiny bit more tolerable. What would make it even more-so, though, is something that requires Jon to remove his lips. Chris' hand lands in his hair just as Jon is pulling back and off to mutter.]

A flavor would be nice.

[...]

You don't taste disgusting. Just, er... you know?

[...]

Please?

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[He buries his smile behind his free hand as he braces an elbow on the desk.]

Not disgusting, just a dick...I get it. Here...

[He clenches his fingers in Jon's hair and casts the simple spell with a muttered word. Honey lemon, this time...but the lightly diluted flavor it gets when put in tea. It's the first thing that comes to mind with thoughts full of dicks in your mouth and sore throats that can come with that.]

You know, if it weren't for the mess, I'd almost be inclined to suggest foodplay as an interest for you.

[He's not necessarily expecting an answer, but he can't help putting that teasing idea into Jon's head.]

You... what?

[He needs to get back to what he's here for.]

Like what they made us do in Realignment?

[His lips close back over Chris' cock. Listening doesn't require his mouth. And this is much better. Jon's eyes close briefly as the taste of tea rolls against his tongue. The texture of it is a bit odd, but he can just think of it like some sort of treat. There's a thought. Tea-flavored ice lollies? Hmm...]

[Jon’s mouth- his renewed interest in effort- is enough to rattle Chris’ thoughts and a hand is quick to return to Jon’s hair while he breathes through the pleasure.

Realignment? What?

His mind flashes to realignments that…conflict with his current arousal, at least until he recalls mirrors and a tray of food.]

O-oh…no, no I mean…I mean, yes, that’s food play too. I suppose. I meant food on a person. To eat off them. Fruits and stuff creams and chocolates, that sort of thing.

Mmm...

[The hum is a dubious one. That sounds unsanitary. You'd need to be washed thoroughly before putting food on you. And even then, he'd seen that at some of the parties this place has and it just looks uncomfortable for the ones being eaten off of. Of course, if it were Chris and Jon eating off of him... Prestidigitation could do a lot to make something clean.

But what on earth would Chris be getting out of that? Someone chewing over you can't be sexy. Can it? God, people are weird sometimes.

Jon lifts his free hand to squeeze and rub the back of Chris' calf. Perhaps not the most erotic place, but there was only so much he could reach without being seen under a desk. He's engaged enough that he doesn't hear the door open as another person steps into the building. This one, Chris will recognize as the owner of All Stitched Up, Ms. Darla Rosewood, the corsetiere on the second floor.]

Ah, Chris, isn't it? I'm going to be having a client come in around one today. Are you going to be on duty?

[That hum does things to him that have his fingers twitching a little tighter before Chris can think enough to loosen up again. Gods, Jon must think him the most easy fool in the entire city for how quick he's affected by his Archivist. At least the hand on his leg is grounding and honestly just nice.

He's startled, then, when the doors open and he's slow to pull his hand up from Jon's hair so it didn't look more like he was doing something he ought not in a public desk. As it is, he moves his phone face-down too quickly on purpose with his other hand to make it seem more like that was the culprit.

He turns an honest enough smile onto Ms. Rosewood. He liked her, she seemed a more reasonable sort, new her stuff, and didn't really take too much shit from people. Chris could respect all of that.]

Yes, ma'am...likely ought to be. If not, Wolfe will be around. Is there a name you'd like me to take down? And...are you going to want them directed anywhere but your- ah...your office?

[Yes. Definitely distracted because of his phone and not because of Jon's gods-blessed mouth and tongue on him. He....he was not going to last a respectable amount of time like this. Which...maybe he would get lucky and they'd finish before Wolfe came back?
If some God was watching him and willing to take pity...they would be.]

[She gives him a knowing and amused look, along with a nod.]

Up to the office, yes, dear. It should be Mrs. Mindy Cottar, a Submissive.

[Ms. Rosewood gives him a wink as she leans in a moment.]

You and your Dom really should stop into my office sometime, yourself. I'd give you a discount.

[Beneath the desk, Jon tenses, hyper aware of how close she is. His lips clamp tight around Chris' cock with just the edges of his teeth beginning to dig in is as anxiety courses through him. This is it. This is where he gets caught and can never look at this woman again. Ever.]

[She winks and he can feel heat crawling up the back of his neck. This was fine. He could manage this...
A discount. A discount for what? What did she offer? Oh...right corsets...gods save him.
Jon's lips clamp tight and the edge of his teeth pressing in nearly undoes Chris right there, were it not for the woman he was locked eyes with and desperately trying to focus on.]

Yes! Yes...we ah..we should. I...very much like a well-fit corset.

[What in Bane's name was he even saying? Were those words? He hoped so. Anything to get her to move on. To his credit, he does manage to pull his pad of paper and pencil over to himself to write down the name he'd been given.]

I'll have Mrs. Cottar go up as soon as she's in.

Thank you, dear. Enjoy your afternoon, now.

[Chris thanks her and offers a small wave as she heads for the elevator with that presuming smile of hers. As soon as the door closes and hides him from her, his hand shoots down again to dig his nails into Jon's scalp.]

Oh- teeth! Fuck. If you don't want cum down your throat, ease off, love...gods. Biting really? Now I've got to go in with you for some corset fitting or something.

[Jon can't help the muffled sound of disgust that rumbles from his throat before he loosens his jaw and pulls off.]

Sorry. She- Why were you going along with it? I listened to that.

[Chris hadn't tried to dissuade her in the slightest. They are still on a timetable, which is why Jon starts pumping Chris' cock with his hand, instead. If the cleric is close, then maybe he can end this... as long as Chris is 'satisfied.']

Mm-! I...I don't know I had teeth and more than a bit of a distraction, it just came out!

[The sound of the door to the stairs opens at the other end of the floor and Chris' air chokes in his throat as his hand shoots down to touch Jon's shoulder.]

I...gods... [He's so close, but if he doesn't want Jon about that sound, he feels like he'll never stop hearing about it.]

Wolfe's coming back. He'll head past this way, then likely go into the camera room.

Shit.

[The swear is soft, but emphatic as Jon stares at the cock in his hand, then pulls a face to himself.]

Can you get off before he-?

[Should he try to just suck Chris off quickly, however gross the sensation of having cum shot in his mouth is? Jon lowers his head, ready to start sucking more enthusiastically than he ever has.]

[ Chris is right in his educated guess of Wolfe's intended route, at least. Unless he's dealing with something specific, he has a routine in his patrol of the building. What he failed to remember is just how damned observant his other boyfriend is and Wolfe catches sight of the creep of flush up the back of Chris's neck like he would the first ripe apple on a tree. Not to mention Chris' hands set under the desk as they are...

Wolfe gives a grin as sharp as his namesake and starts heading for the desk. ]

Having some trouble this morning, Love?

[He probably could have gotten off pretty quickly if he hadn't suddenly felt rushed to do so and horribly aware of the sound of Wolfe's gait. As it is, Jon's mouth is back on him and he barely manages to school his expression into something likely closer to a grimace than a smile by the time his boyfriend comes into sight.

He's fine. This is fine. His fingers curl tighter into Jon's hair, but it's...fine.
Until Wolfe opens his damned mouth. Chris' color fills his face even as he forces more of a smile.]

Not't all... [His other hand covers his phone still flipped face-down like maybe he can put the blame there as he had a moment ago.]

Jus-just...enjoying the calm of the day...heading to the camera room, are you?

[Jon has his mouth on Chris, and now it's not even someone he only vaguely knows, it's Adalwolfe fucking Hawke. The thought that he could just die now and save himself and Chris the lifetime of embarrassment crosses his mind. They'd come back. Given the situation before, he's mindful of his teeth as he stills and doesn't move an inch.

One wrong move and Wolfe would know. He would never let Jon live it down. Maybe not Chris, either, but this sort of thing is expected from the cleric, not the Archivist. It's different. He holds his breath and waits, willing Hawke to move along. Now.]

I was. You could always join me, if there's, ah... Not much going on to occupy yourself.

[ His eyebrows lift as he comes to a stop in front of the desk, resting one hand on top to lean in conspiratorially to where Chris is sitting. ]

I'm sure you're due for a break, if you need help taking care of things.

[ Unable to help himself, Wolfe leans in for a quick kiss, still entirely unaware of what's going on just out of his sight. ]

[Wolfe leans in and it takes everything in Chris' power not to lean back. He can't. Not only would Wolfe be worried or take offense, he'd very likely see what Chris was doing his best to lean forward and hide.

Instead, he stays where he is and even leans in just that little bit more as he likely would anyway, and flashes a rakish smile.]

I'm sure you're right...give me a few more minutes...I'll black out the camera out here to give a heads up, just in case something arises on your end.

[That was not the word he'd been intending to use, but it's out there now and the color is only rising higher in Chris' face. Raven Queen take him now, if this didn't work, he might as well die. It would be kinder.]

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