Jeremiah, engrossed in work, is startled by Michael's sudden appearance, piss dripping from his unzipped suit pants. Michael, unashamed, approaches Jeremiah, his gaze locked onto the growing wet spot on Jeremiah's crotch. "Like what you see?" Michael teases, pulling Jeremiah's chair out and forcing him to stand. They lock lips, their tongues dueling as Michael grinds against Jeremiah's bulge. Jeremiah, now fully erect, is pushed onto the desk, his pants pulled down. Michael spits on Jeremiah's asshole, rubbing it in before sliding his cock inside. Jeremiah moans, leaning back as Michael fucks him, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the empty office, their combined scents of sweat and piss filling the air.