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[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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