"Asshole," Brian breathes, but can't suppress a grin of his own. Sometimes he can't believe he's this fucking lucky, that he gets this, gets Bob on his knees in the office and he gets to come home to him, too, and he gets handjobs in broom closets and coffee in the morning and shit, he gets to see Bob unguarded, turned on, so goddamn beautiful.

When Bob starts to slide down again, Brian can't keep his hands from tightening in Bob's hair. Nothing should feel this good, it's impossible. Tight hot wet mouth, perfect, perfect.