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Terrence looked up at him and for a moment, Cam was incredibly aware of the fact that he could easily lose his job as well as his reputation for doing such a thing. Then, when his tongue moved gracefully against the underside of his cock, Cam no longer seemed to be hesitant. Instead, he pulled his hips back only to jerk them forwards. His head lowered as fingers curled tighter into Terrence’s hair, soft moan tumbling out.

“Damn…they t- teach you this where you work?” He asked, smirking at his own statement. Feeling the other relax significantly, he shuddered, then jerked his hips faster, setting a pace that had to be a bit rough. He was sure Terrence wouldn’t mind, though. He seemed like the kind of guy to like it rough.

   Feeling Cam’s cock hit the back of his throat leaves him gagging around it, though not pulling back. A soft huff leaves through his nose and Terrence drops his hands down. One sits on his thigh and the other palms at the outline of a growing hardness in his pants, groaning again in response to the question. Hard to really answer with a dick in his mouth.

“No, no-” There was a shocked gasp as Terrence’s fingers curled into the flesh of his ass and he buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck, desperately trying to decide on whether to move backwards into the hands or forwards to grind into him further. “I want to ride you this time, please, can’t wait,” he murmured against Terrence’s neck.

Small fingers frantically pulled at the other’s pants in an attempt to get them off. He knew there was always a chance of being seen, but it only made his jeans tighter at the thought. “Want you to shove your cock up my ass so hard I can’t think straight,” he said to mostly himself, hopping off of Terrence’s lap to yank his pants off and toss them aside. He was far to impatient for his shirt to come off and it may have been a bit too long but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “…We don’t have all day, Terrence.”

   A gentle laugh leaves the pyro at how lewd Cam’s words are, looking down to watch his futile attempts in removing his pants. There are a few seconds of considering to make comment on how impossible it’ll be with him still in his lap but the problem remedies itself quickly when Cam slides off of him. There is a certain degree of hilarity that comes too with how the pants are thrown haphazardly to the ground, though he doesn’t sit still through it all, fingers working at the belt around his waist.

“Mm, maybe I did.” A coy smile crossed his lips and he moved away from Terrence’s neck to kiss him again. During the kisses he peppered onto Terrence’s face, he groaned as the other’s fingers dug into his ass. Cam was not one to be quiet in the moment, and this would be no different. His smile morphed into a smirk as he leaned in towards the other’s ear.

“I fingered myself to the thought of you, you know? I used every toy I had just so I could take you right now. Do you know how agonizing it is to have to wait for hours with a plug in you? …I do. And I need it out now. Want you to fuck me right here, where anyone could see us.”

   “You are fucking ridiculous,” he replies back, tone carrying all the mirth he could offer. Really Terrence cannot even be surprised at the fact that Cam would plan something like this- he really is one to do something like this. Eyes roll and his hands move, sliding down the back of the other’s pants, gripping his ass without fabric hindering him. 

Cam knew he shouldn’t have been giving this man the satisfaction of getting off with a warning simply for sucking him off. He would likely get in trouble for it, but who said anyone had to know? Besides, it gave him another chance to let him off with another ‘warning’ if he was caught again. It was a win-win situation!

As Terrence took his head into his mouth, he let out a soft gasp. It wasn’t often that Cam got his dick sucked by a criminal (or at all, really), and it would likely show. His crimson face darkened, if possible, and he let his eyes drift closed as his hand tightened in Terrence’s hair, hips rolling forwards a bit once he hardened under the feeling of the other’s tongue and hands.

   Terrence wouldn’t say anything about the incident to anyone (save his friends maybe) so if someone did find out it would have to be by Cam’s own voice. His hands move down to fondle at his balls when he jerks forward, mouth opening more to allow him deeper. It would probably be a bit easier with more time but clearly that isn’t something either of them have.

   He rolls his eye at being called sweetheart, settling back on his heels to watch Cam go about his business. Something about giving a person of power this sort of treatment is thrilling, especially if he can get away with it. Half the time he tried it ended up with him getting roughed up or left in a cell for a little longer than necessary.