Sam doesn't know quite how he ended up in this position. On his knees in Alan's office, Alan's tie tight around his wrists, holding his arms behind his back and the knot too tight to wriggle free even if he were particularly inclined to. He's been on his knees in front of Alan before - hell, Sam knows that he's good with his lips and his teeth and his tongue, and he likes things that he's good at, so sucking Alan off is one of his particular favorite activities when they're together - but this is different because he can feel the other pair of eyes on him.

Dillinger had come to them earlier, told them that he knew, and Alan had panicked but Sam had seen the way Dillinger's cheeks had flushed as he spoke, the way he licked his lips and swallowed as he glanced between them. He'd closed the gap between them and pressed their lips together, pulled back from the stunned Dillinger and hummed out, "C'mon, Junior, you could have just asked to join in from the start."

Which is, he supposes, pretty much how he'd ended up here, but it doesn't explain how they'd ended up like this, Sam sucking desperately at Alan's cock because it's not like he can do much else with his hands tied and Dillinger stood alongside with a hand jerking up and down over his erection. Sam's own erection is straining between his legs and he whines around the heated flesh in his mouth, tries to pull back and growls low in his throat when Alan's hand catches his head, fisting in his hair and holding him in tight. When the growl doesn't stop after a few moments Alan finally releases him and Sam jerks back, sucking in a harsh breath.

"Fuck me," he demands, frowns at Alan's brief head shake.

"We wouldn't want Junior here to get jealous," Alan tells him, "And it's not as if I'm going to let him do that to you." There's an unspoken not yet, anyway in that which Dillinger doesn't seem to pick up, but Sam certainly does and it makes him shudder.

"I think you should look at him, properly," Alan adds after a moment, something dark and almost devilish in his tone, which Sam understands when he turns his head just as Dillinger comes with a low gasp, just in time to catch a faceful of it. He gasps himself, because he hadn't expected it - certainly hadn't expected Alan of all people to be the one to enable it - turns back to Alan with his mouth hanging open and semen dripping down his face, running onto his lips so that when he flicks his tongue out he catches the taste of it on his tongue.

He knows what to expect when Alan reaches down to stroke himself with long fingers though, at least, lets his eyelids flutter shut because much as he doesn't mind a faceful of it, Sam doesn't want semen in his eyes, opens his mouth a little wider. Having his eyes shut means that when he actually feels the splash against his face it's still a shock, though, and Sam jerks forward, the movement making his cock brush against his thigh and he groans low in his throat even as he runs his tongue across his lips, putting on the best show he can and trying to catch as much of it as possible on his tongue. Once he's sure that no more is coming, that it's safe, Sam leans back a little on his haunches and half-opens his eyes, watching Dillinger and Alan. Dillinger's just sort of staring, wide-eyed behind his glasses, Alan looking much more sure of himself - though his glasses are fogged up, and Sam doesn't even know why but it turns him on so much that he can get Alan hot enough to fog up his glasses.

"Well," he starts after a moment, pauses to lick at another drop of cum that's trailed down onto his lips and then continues, "If the pair of you don't get down here and give me some sorta relief I think I'm gonna have to fire you both."

Despite the respective wide eyes and fogged up glasses, neither of them hesitates to oblige.