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"Hello James, Nina, how are you doing? Hope it's not too late for you there," Liam waved to them through his computer screen.
"We're great don't worry too much. It's not too late here," James replied on behalf of Nina too.
"Okay great! Let's get this discussion over with as soon as possible. So any updates from your side?"
Night calls are always a hassle. But sometimes they need to have discussions after the standard working hours. It's 9pm here in London and it is the only suitable time to get a round of updates from his teammates in the USA. Luckily it's only once a week. He can't imagine having it every day.
After a round of updates, they begin discussing the team's annual strategic planning. It's now 9:30pm, and suddenly Liam heard the door to his work room creaked. He ignored the sound and continued the conversation.
A pair of quiet legs shuffled nearer to him and Liam had started to get distracted. He glanced to his right to see Damon standing close to him but not close enough to be seen in the computer's camera. He just stood and stared at Liam for a while until Liam had had enough of it.
"Sorry, can you give me a minute?" Liam asked them and turned off his camera and microphone. He turned towards Damon and frowned.
"Babe, what are you doing here? You know that I have a call right now, right?"
Damon smiled and replied, "Just ignore me and get on with your call. Pretend that I'm not here."
Liam was a bit confused with his mannerisms. He always respected his work time and never bothered him. What changed today? Did he do something wrong over dinner? Is he forgetting an important date? Did he forget to buy some groceries? He can't think of it right now. Only 25 minutes left in this call.
He then turned back to his computer and opened up the camera and mic again. "Sorry, let's continue."
After a while, Liam successfully ignored Damon's presence and got caught up in the discussion. It was great until Damon suddenly crouched and crawled under his desk. Liam's pulse is rapidly increasing, wondering what Damon is doing in the small space. He took a quick peek underneath the table and Damon was already staring at him. He has this wicked smile plastered on his face.
Liam's face is getting hotter each time he meets his gaze. Damon's hands start to creep onto Liam's bare thighs, giving them gentle squeezes. Cold chills run down Liam's body, making his body shudder. His focus on this meeting is falling off. Fingers gripping the desk mouse tighter, trying to take control of his concentration.
The pair of cold hands is now grabbing onto the waist of his shorts, tugging them slightly. Liam gave him a stern glare. Damon's smile was getting wider and his eyes drooped even more heavily. He placed a finger on his lips, signalling Liam to be quiet. Despite Liam's face telling him to stop, his cock says the opposite. Heat spread down his abdomen, making it hard instantly. Liam adjusted his seat, allowing Damon to pull down his shorts swiftly. With no hesitation, Damon grabbed onto his shaft and pulled his face nearer. His breath warmed the already hard prick making Liam yelp.
"You okay Liam? You seem a bit red," Nina asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright. Stubbed me toes. Ha ha," he smiled and quickly turned off his microphone to avoid more noise leaking to his colleagues.
He can't risk looking at Damon right now. He knows that if he did, he would melt into his chair and let out noises that are meant to be heard between lovers only.
Damon licked his lips and proceeded to take his cock into his mouth. Liam let out a low grunt but could barely stop his face from furrowing. He grabbed onto Damon's hair and started dipping his head slowly, trying to take control of Damon as he was losing it in this meeting. Damon picks up the speed and lets out lusty moans. Liam's head is spinning and the voices of his colleagues are mushed up into incoherent noise. He can't take it anymore, it's driving him mad.
"The internet is breaking up, so I will have to turn the camera off, sorry." With lightning speed, he turned off the camera and microphone.
Liam slumped into the chair and began panting. With his cock still in his mouth, Damon grabbed onto Liam's waist and pushed the chair further back to make more room for him to move. Now that he has more space, he can get more of Liam into his mouth. He bobs his head vigorously, causing the cock to become so wet and sloppy.
"Fuck you Dame, you fucking bitch! I'm in a meeting!" Liam shouted with lust. "Couldn't pick another time to do this because you're so fucking desperate for my dick."
Damon loves being berated by him. Makes him look more desperate to have a taste of Liam. The harsher the words the whinier he gets. Liam's words get more jumbled, a sign of reaching his climax. With a few more pumps, he will surely bust. Damon gets tighter and faster and Liam finally screams his name, cumming into his mouth. Damon swallowed as much as he could, but it was too much, and it spilled onto the chair. Damon slowly popped his mouth out and caught his breath.
"Fuck, I thought you were mad at me. Apparently, you are mad for me, you naughty boy." Damon smiles at the praise given by Liam. He just couldn't help but get turned on whenever Liam is focused on his work. He's been trying to do this for the longest time, and tonight he can't take it anymore.
"You didn't say anything for a while, Liam, so we assumed you're okay with this?" a voice from the computer pops. Liam had forgotten about what he was doing minutes ago. He quickly turned his microphone and replied, "Yeah sure let's proceed."
After saying goodbye to each other, Liam turned off his computer and slouched into his chair. Damon is still on the floor, staring at him, waiting to talk. Then both of them burst into loud laughter.
"Do you even know what you were agreeing to?" Damon asked with tears from the laughter.
"Who cares anyway? You busted me so bad I can't think!"
It is truly a night to remember.