"I know the feeling," Ari says meaningfully. "I got so horny in virtuality I didn't care who saw me doing what."

"As if you ever did."

"That's hot."

"Poor scandalized virtuality center workers, tough."

"I'm sure they remember what it was like. When you're so desperate for real unfiltered pleasure that you'd rut against anything that came close enough, when you can barely move outside of the virtual world but you still half-consciously go for your own cock... yeah, that kind of thing sticks in the memory."

"That sounds very memorable indeed, and almost familiar," he glances at Gabe.

"Hey, I am sure that when you go work with teenagers that's one of the things to expect."

"I'll bet half of them are thinking of you when they do it, you know. You're awfully pretty."

"It's a blessing and a curse. Though, everyone in this room is quite inspirational."

"I've always loved inspiring people... and seeing what comes of that inspiration." Eli looks around, reading the room.

Ari gives him a thumbs-up.

"Would you like to show me just how inspired you are?"

Gabe glances at Henry, who gives him a smirking nod. "I would love to, sir."

"Ari's and my safeword is 'cinnamon'," Eli says. Then he saunters over to Gabe, unbuttoning his pants along the way to reveal a pair of silk panties, bulging obscenely and wet near the tip of his cock.

"Now I've shown you mine," he points out. "There are rules about that."

"We just use 'red'. Of course, sir." And undes his pants and pulls them down, revealing a semi-transparent latex jockstrap. Which is very tight for more reasons than one.

"Oh, how nice," Eli murmurs. "You think you're going to get fucked tonight, don't you?"

Eli slides his panties down, letting his erection bob freely. "Get your cock out. I intend to make you use it."

"I hope, sir." Gabe says to both statements, before obeying, the erection practically jumps once freed from the tight latex hold. The jockstrap must have been uncomfortably tight.

Eli kneels down and starts licking, from root to tip.

Gabe may notice that his tongue is rough, sandpapery, almost but not quite painful.

Ari has hauled out his own prick by this point, and is looking appraisingly at Henry while he strokes off.

"While our partners are playing, do you want to have some fun of our own?"

"Of course, it would only be fair." He pulls Ari by the back of his head, there is a practice easy at the motion and kisses him. With his other hand he reaches for Ari's hard dick. "Undo my pants." He tells after breaking the kiss.

Gabe and gasps shivers at the sensation. "Oh, that... thank you, Sir."

Ari will gladly be manhandled. When Henry gives him the order, though... he smirks.

"I suppose I could do that." He reaches for Henry's top button and undoes it, very slowly. Then he unzips him, an inch at a time.

Eli swallows Gabe's cock without the faintest hint of a gag reflex, letting the muscles of his throat pulse around it for a moment before drawing back, taking it in hand, and stroking a few times. "You don't have to call me sir, you know," he says, twisting his hand. "I'm here to serve."

The twist causes Gabe's hips to contract. "Huh, and I am here to be used." He doesn't sound displeased.

That's awfully slow, yeah. Henry gives a gentle bite on Ari's neck. "What? Are you feeling shy?"