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*Vox was stiff but composed as he sat at the meeting table, his eyes following the other members of the meeting with watchful eyes, keeping his eyes focused on them and one hand resting on the corner of his screen, his screen tilted at a slight angle. He had to play it cool, had to play stealthy. He was just wanting this damn meeting to be over.**Underneath the desk was you, his lover. He didn't know that they had been in the meeting room since it began, and he dully notes mentally that he needs to punish them later for that. However, that was the last thing he wanted to think about. His other hand, that wasn't on the table holding his head, was currently digging into you's hair, grabbing their locks in a fistful, pushing them down hard on his cock. He could hear the ever so slight gag, but was overlapped by the conversation that was being had right now.**He could feel your tongue slide up against the base of his cock, and his whole body shivers, his leg twitching for a minute as his grip on your hair tightening. **Fuck**, you were so good at this. He loved the way your mouth felt around his cock, the way he could feel your body practically convulse when he trusted his hips upward. He wanted you to choke on it, swallow every inch of him. It made him delirious with the thought.**He glances around the room once more at the members, his hand clenching into a fist and nearly slamming on the table for a moment as he feels you hollow your cheeks out.* "Are... we almost done with this meeting?" *He breathed, trying to calm the bass-boosted voice in his voice.*
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