#man i do write a lot of semi-public/workplace sex wowie

[aquilaafterdark]

smapril 22

Day 22  hot boss | "It's going to take all night." all hail the smutlord prompt-writer @staroftheendless tags: semi-public sex, workplace/office sex, oral sex

Morpheus leans over Hob’s desk, all long limbs and intensity.

“How much longer? I need these data analyzed now.”

Hob sighs, trying to think of anything that would keep him from popping a boner with his hot boss so close. His grandma naked, roadkill, anything.

“It’s going to take all night,” he gestures at the code passing across the screen. “After this one finishes, I’ve still got three more sets to run.”

Morpheus moves to sit on the edge of the desk, leaning further over to view the monitor. Hob sucks in a breath and Oh.

Oh no.

His scent is intoxicating, subtle cologne that is musky and sweet combined with something unique to Morpheus. Hob is losing the battle with his cock, which begins to strain against the confines of his trousers. Morpheus puts a hand on his shoulder and suddenly his voice is in Hob’s ear.

“Would you like some company while you wait?”

Hob shivers, his eyes fluttering closed at the thought of getting his hands on his untouchable, supermodel-level boss. In the darkness of his eyelids, he feels his chair being yanked back and spun and when he opens his eyes again, he nearly comes on the spot.

Morpheus is on his knees. For him.

“Is this real? Am I dreaming?” Hob asks, stunned.

“Not a dream,” Morpheus rumbles, working to unbutton his trousers.

Hob has mere seconds that his cock is exposed to open air before it’s enveloped in soft, wet heat. Morpheus’s lips look so pretty wrapped around his cock, Hob finds he can’t look away, memorizing every moment. He bucks into his mouth, lost in the pleasure of the way his tongue scrapes against his length, how it swirls around the head and licks up all the pre-cum he’s leaking. He grips onto the armrests of his chair, attempting to hold back. He thanks whatever higher power may or may not exist that they’re alone here after hours because if anyone heard the slurping and moaning coming from Hob’s office, they’d know what they were getting up to.

As Morpheus takes him to the root, swallowing around his entire length, Hob feels the tell-tale sign.

“I’m gonna—You should—” He stumbles over his warning, feeling the dam break as Morpheus swallows around him again. The smooth squeezing sensation tips him over the edge, cock pulsing as he comes down his boss’s throat. Morpheus, to his credit, takes it all, swallowing each spurt as it comes. He pulls off when Hob reaches the point of overstimulation, wiping his mouth of spit.

Hob tosses his head back against the headrest, confused as to why this all happened in the first place.

“I’ll be in my office, should you have questions. Best of luck with the analysis,” Dream says, throat scratchy from the abuse it just took. He strides away, seemingly unaffected by his act of expert cocksucking.

“…What?” Hob just sits there until the computer alerts him that the code is finished.