James pressed his body into Cain's, feeling the pleasure of the kiss completely. Howling like a dog wanting to be off his leash, Jimmy clawed his way to the surface. He would take this much farther than sweet little James, and Cain wanted someone to use and abuse him so why not give him what he wanted? James felt only a sweet disappearance into nothingness as he was replaced, and his last thought was hoping Cain enjoyed him as much he enjoyed the human.
Jimmy had no such concerns. Cain was a tool, a means to an end. Right now he thought the end he had in mine would look pretty on Cain's face, and he grabbed one of the human's hands and made him start rubbing. He figured it was unlikely that Owen would come back. He'd seemed pleased to make himself scarce after the whole Kerr drama, and besides, even if he did it was James who would face the consequences. Jimmy broke the rules. James paid for it. After feeling himself harden, and sparing a look at the door, he moved over to the desk and sat down, pulling Cain so that he was directly underneath him.
"Blow me," he instructed, pulling himself out and guiding Cain to his target. Once his pet was at work, Jimmy would keep one eye and ear on the door, while the other would be spent encouraging his partner towards the matter at mouth. How hot would it be to get serviced at work and that nobody would be the wiser? Jimmy hoped to find out. He discarded his glasses on the desk, and undid his tie. He wanted to settle in properly. In the back of his mind he heard the ticking of a clock. For now it was faint, and he pushed it to the side. It was something to look at later. He wondered if the other moon child could also hear the tick, tick tick. He placed one hand on Cain's shoulder as he did his work, while the other rested on the back of his head. This was the life.
