Adam tilted his head back inhaling sharply. What he was doing was wrong, just downright wrong... And yet here he was, sitting in his office with his pants down, his cock trapped inside that hungry mouth again. The whole situation was ridiculous.

Pritchard just walked into his office without saying much of anything and sat down on his desk while he was working on a report he had to hand in later. He told him that now was not the time the instant he noticed that glint in his eyes, but as always, the hacker wouldn't listen. Instead, he just pressed the button that controlled the blinds and leaned into his lap, his hand teasing him that way.

Adam let out a throaty moan as the pressure around his cock increased.

He knew that he should've shoved him away then, should've thrown him out... But damn, the bastard sure knew what he was doing with that hand and it's already been a few days since they've done anything... Pritchard climbed under his desk, his hand still teasing him while the other one started working on his belt. He opened up his pants and he let him. Not only that, he actually propped himself up to give him enough room to pull them down. Pull everything down. What the hell was wrong with him?

He closed his eyes, his hand coming down to fist the hacker's hair. Only one option remained, he had to make it quick. Even if it meant making Pritchard gag on it. It wasn't like he cared anyway and spraying it all over the prick's face was something that would make it that much better... Grabbing a tighter hold of the hair, he was just about to set his plan in motion when he picked up approaching footsteps. His hand flew back up immediately. He had but a few seconds...

"Pritchard..." he rasped. "Someone's coming. Just...be quiet down there."

The mouth pulled back from him just a nanosecond before the door swung open.

"Adam!"

Shit...

"You alright there, son? You look a little tense." inquired Sarif the moment he noticed his posture.

"I'm fine, boss." replied Adam, surprising even himself with how relatively leveled his voice sounded. It was still somewhat rougher than usual, but it would have to do. "I just...my augs are acting up a bit. Think I should stop skipping breakfast like this."

A blatant lie. A really, really bad one at that, but it seemed to work as Sarif threw his hands up in the air with frustration: "Christ, Adam! I warned you about this, those augs need fuel! You can't function properly if you keep skipping your meals like this and I need you in top shape for your next assignment!"

Adam stiffened, his hands coming down to grip the arm rests of his chair. Son of a... If he could, he would kick Pritchard in the face right there and then, but Sarif was still talking to him and the motion would surely raise more questions. All he could do was lean back and pretend that nothing was happening while the prick was almost literally eating his cock alive down there, nevermind the fact that their boss just walked into the goddamned room...

"Adam, are you even listening to me?" asked Sarif, his arms now crossed.

"Of course." managed the aug, straining to sound normal. He was really thankful for those eye shields right now, thankful that Sarif couldn't see through them and notice how he closed his eyes. Pritchard's mouth was fast, relentless... He breathed out, trying to focus on what the boss was saying instead.

"...well, I'm sure you understand how important this is."

Adam gripped the chair even tighter, pretty sure that if his hands were still flesh, his knuckles would turn white by now. Pritchard was sucking him in hard, the entire length of his cock getting buried inside. He could hear Sarif talking, but the words weren't making any sense. They didn't even sound like words anymore, more like just some background noise. He forced his eyes open and almost gave himself away as he barely managed to stifle a groan. If only the boss would leave...or at least turn around for a bit so that he could knock Pritchard out... He bit down on the insides of his cheeks.

Come on, focus...

"...I'm not saying that just because I need you for that job, I'm worried about you, son. If you keep going like this, it might cause permanent damage."

His boss was concerned about him, that much he could make out and he grabbed onto that bit of information like a drowning man grabs onto driftwood.

"I'm sorry, boss..." he rumbled.

Sarif sighed: "Just head over to the LIMB clinic and get those augs something to work with, ok? You look like you're ready to pass out."

No kidding...

Adam nodded, refusing to risk opening his mouth. At this point, he was barely able to sit straight, let alone form a coherent sentence. His cock was throbbing with anticipation and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up his act without going insane. All he wanted was to arch his back, moan and spray his load all over the inside of his desk...

"Meet me in my office once you're back. I still have to fill you in on the details." said Sarif as he turned to leave. "And Adam? I don't want to see you like this again."

Adam nodded once more, the pressure in his balls reaching a level that was very close to unbearable. Just a few more seconds...

He let out a quiet moan the moment the door closed, waves of pleasure pulsing through his cock as he came straight into Pritchard's mouth. His entire body trembled with the sensation, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Finally...

He twitched as the hacker released him, a set of bony fingers digging into his knees seeking hold. Still panting, he looked up to see the image he expected: the prick was leaning above him, his face slightly red and his hair a complete mess. Must've been damn proud of himself judging by that triumphant smirk of his... Adam wasn't sure whether he wanted to start choking him or just punch him in the face.

"Pritchard?" he breathed. "One of those days...I'm going to kill you..."

The hacker didn't seem to be impressed by the threat as his smirk widened: "Just admit that you enjoyed it, Jensen. You always play it tough, but in the end, we both know what you want..."

"Not with Sarif in the room!" snapped Adam back at him.

Pritchard's smirk turned lecherous: "So you do like it when I play with you."

"You're disgusting." glowered Adam as he straightened in the chair.

"More like your best shot at having an actual sex life, deal with it." commented Pritchard as he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to get it back under control.

"Get the hell out of my office." growled Adam.