Robert smelled her before he felt her, familiar perfume mingled with cigarette smoke, which was the only reason he didn't leap out of his desk chair when it was bumped by a warm body brushing past his legs.
"Courtney, shit." Robert hissed, jolted awake from the daze of staring at his computer screen. The lights in the mostly-repaired SDN office were dim, and there were muted sounds of the few remaining workers finishing up for the night.
Robert sighed and glanced over his shoulder at the clock. "I'm-"
"Late?" Invisigal interrupted as she materialized under his desk. He thought she was trying to look annoyed, but she had a wry smile breaking through. "You were late fifteen minutes ago, now the movie started."
"Sorry," he corrected. "I forgot it was Thursday. I just got lost in the work again." He glanced back at the screen, dozens of overlapping tabs of schematics for the Mecha Man suit flooding the display. Robert had told Royd he would take the lead on repairing the suit yet again, but it was taking up most of his evenings after work. "I'm sorry for ruining movie night."
"Eh, it would've only been our third week doing it." Invisigal whispered as she put her hands on his knees and rested her chin on them. "Not enough times to be a habit for you yet, so I won't take it personal. I would've stayed, but, no one else was there to buy me snacks. Movies just don't hit the same without 'em now."
Robert rolled his eyes and smiled down at her. "Is that all I'm good for? Do they not pay you enough to afford movies, or do you just sneak in for the thrills-" His voice caught then lowered as he felt her hands slowly moving up his legs. "Why are you whispering?" he asked suspiciously.
"Because, hero," Courtney said lowly. "If I can't tear you away from your desk, I guess I'll just have to get my fill of you right here." She started nudging for him to spread his legs.
"You can't be serious," Robert stammered, glancing over his shoulders. He could still see the glow of computer lights from a few cubicles working overtime, but no one was directly in their line of sight.
"Serious as a bullet." She said solemnly, before taking her inhaler out and shaking it in a suggestive manner.
He made himself look back at her instead of trying to count who was still in the office. "You can't keep milking that forever, y'know."
"Right now there's only one thing I wanna milk forever," She said with a waggle of her eyebrows. Robert felt himself blushing despite the juvenile flirting. "Now either tell me to stop, or be quiet and scoot in." She winked as she put the inhaler in her mouth and puffed it.
He really should tell her to stop, he knew that, but he'd always felt more reckless when she was around. Or maybe it was more free? He'd never met someone with so much internalized shame and unabashed confidence in herself. It was inspiring.
"Stop thinking so much," Courtney said softly before taking a deep breath and vanishing.
He was tugged in towards his desk by the belt buckle, and then felt it being undone.
"Jesus, Visi," He whispered as he watched his belt open and be pulled down to the floor. He felt her shoulders settle between his thighs.
Her hands were on his hips and slowly moved towards his middle. He felt her warm fingertips brush above his waistband and slip under his shirt. The anticipation of not knowing where her hands were going next raised goosebumps on his skin.
Her hands moved over his stomach, and he winced and gasped lightly when she brushed past still-healing scars. She appeared then, kneeling in between his legs with her hands up his shirt, smiling apologetically. "Sorry," she whispered, then took a breath and disappeared again.
She pulled his shirt back and he felt her head slip under. Robert's legs twitched and kicked out straight involuntarily as he felt her hot breath on his stomach and she pressed soft, warm kisses on his scars. Her kisses moved down his waist, until her tongue swiped just above his waistband, the muscles flexing under her touches. His pants were feeling tighter than they had a minute ago.
Robert was trying not to melt and slide down the desk chair, clutching the arm rests for dear life. He felt her hands go to his zipper and slowly pull it down. Then he felt her pull back suddenly and move further under his desk, patting his knee a few times quickly.
"Visi-" He started to say softly in a daze, then he was jolted by loud footsteps behind him.
"Staying late again, Robert?" Royd's voice boomed behind him. "I told ya brudda, that suit's gonna be a long time in the shop if you don't let me help more."
Robert swallowed quickly and tried to gather his composure. "Hah, yeah man," he said breathlessly before coughing quickly to cover it up. "I just, ah, wanted some more personal touches on it this time around." Invisigal's fingers started walking up his thigh. He lightly smacked her hand away.
"Nothing against your workmanship." Robert managed to finish, turning the chair to face Royd. He felt his knee knock lightly against Visi's face. She bit down on it for a second, making him jolt.
Royd slapped him on the shoulder "Don't worry about it bro, I nokea. But when you change your mind I'm keeping a space in the workshop clear just for you." Royd glanced down for a moment and quirked an eyebrow. "You been trying my urinal method? Gotta remember to zip up after."
Robert blushed. "Oh, uh, yeah, y'know, I figured I waste so much time washing hands, yeah, I thought I'd try your, ah, method." He said dryly. "Thanks for looking out." He quickly zipped his fly.
"Don't stay too much longer." Royd said as he began walking away. "Since you put Shroud behind bars, you won't need the suit for a while anyways. Gotta live a little sometimes."
"Let's hope so." Robert sighed. "See you tomorrow, Royd." He swiveled back towards his desk and scooted back in. Invisigal let out her breath and appeared, hand in front of her face to stifle her laughter.
"Oh, man," she laid her head down on his thigh. "If you could only see your face."
"You ready to stop now?" He asked.
"Not by half," She said deviously. "And it doesn't feel like you are, either. You gotta live a little, right?" She pressed her hand against his zipper and firmness pressed back against her. Robert's breath hitched and his hips shifted of their own volition. Invisigal smirked at him before disappearing.
The button of his pants and zipper opened. Robert's hands left the arms of the chair and found Visi's. He gently held above her elbows to try to have some sense of where she was going with her hands next.
Next was his underwear, apparently. Her hands found the slit and moved in, cupping his balls and pulling him out into the open.
They'd fooled around with her powers a fair few times by now, but Robert didn't think he'd ever get used to her handling his dick while invisible. The first time, they'd both started laughing so hard they couldn't finish.
Turns out, seeing a cock wiggling and undulating and being squished and squeezed on its own like it's an inflatable wacky tube man in a used car lot isn't the sexiest thing thing in the world, but this time laughter was the furthest thing from Robert's mind when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft and his tip brush past her lips and into her mouth.
The breath was sucked from his lungs and he bit down on his lower lip to keep from making any noise. His hands reached out slowly to cup her face, not wanting to poke her eye. He felt the soft brush of her hair, and felt her exhale from her nose on his dick.
She materialized then, breathing in through her nose, his dick in her mouth, looking up at him from under his desk. He blinked slowly and, he was sure, dumbly, at her. "God, you're beautiful." He said breathlessly.
She blushed a little at that, but opened her lips and bit down on his dick, almost painfully."Thut up."
"Yes ma'am," He said with a soft chuckle that was cut off when she went invisible and took him in her mouth, her nose pressed against the curls of hair at the base. He could hear her soft quiet noises, could see and feel warm wetness sliding over and around his dick, and had to close his eyes from the intensity of the sensation.
He managed to crane his neck around to quickly survey the office. No one was nearby from what he could tell.
"Visi-" Robert's breath hitched as she slid her tongue across the underside of his dick. "Can I please see you?"
His toes clenched as she slowly worked her mouth off of him, her hand moving over the length of him as she did.
"Fine," She said quietly as she visualized in front of him. Her lips were shiny with wetness as she smiled at him triumphantly. "But only because I love it when you ask so nicely."
"It's still weird seeing it like that." He admitted sheepishly. "Besides, seeing you doing it is like, half of the pleasure."
"Half?" She cocked an eyebrow. "I'm gonna have to work on that."
And she did. Robert's grasping hands found her hair and held tightly as she swirled her tongue around his tip and closed her lips around it, taking him in her mouth and drawing him in intensely. Her hand moved over the length of him, feeling him respond more and more to her touch.
Robert's low panting breaths were becoming less and less stifled. He bit down on his lip and closed his eyes. Her mouth and hand worked faster over him, pressing tighter against him.
"Fuck, Visi," Robert moaned. She made a little sound of questioning. "I'm gonna cum."
"Mmhmm." She hummed around him. He looked down and saw her pop him out of her mouth and start jerking him off. "Wanna make me like your favorite donuts?"
Robert smiled at that, but was far too close to the edge to laugh without it sounding like a horny hyena. "I don't have a towel," He managed to grit out.
"I do," Visi said, putting her tongue out and pressing his tip against it.
"Do whatever you want," Robert managed to gasp quietly. "Just, do it."
"So needy," Visi chided, but she obliged and took his tip into her mouth again, suckling it as she worked his shaft with her hand. Robert's hands fisted her hair and his legs clenched as she drew his orgasm out.
He breathed heavily through his nose as the pleasure washed over him, trying his hardest to stifle the noise she drew out of him as he came in her mouth. Her other hand squeezed his thigh and rubbed up and down his leg, swallowing as he writhed under her.
He let his breath out and his head fell back against his chair, staring up at the ceiling as his vision refocused. Visi's mouth moved off him, the cool office air against his dick telling it that the job is done, and there's no overtime pay.
He smiled down at Visi, who rolled her eyes at him. "I love that stupid look you get after I suck you silly." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Good news for me," Robert said, satisfied and glowing.
"Put your dick away so you can finally go home, will ya?" Courtney huffed as she sat back against the cubicle wall.
Robert obliged, zipping up and sitting up in his chair again. "Only put 'em away for someone when they're knocked out and covered in piss?"
Courtney crossed her arms and pursed her lips sourly. "I should've made you cum on your keyboard."
"Wouldn't be the first time you made a sticky mess of it," Robert chuckled. "Just give me my belt, alright?"
"Oh, I'll give you the belt next time." She promised with a wicked grin, but it softened quickly, and she handed him his belt. "Goodnight, Robert." She vanished under his desk, pushing his chair out as she crawled out from under it.
Robert felt a hand on his shoulder and another on his side as she settled onto his lap, pressing wet kisses on his neck and then cupping his face to kiss him deeply. He kissed her back, the way you kiss to say thank you, wrapping his arms around her. She pulled away from him after a moment.
"Goodnight, Visi." He said quietly. "See you tomorrow." He heard her footsteps draw away from him, towards the door. He sank back into his chair and sighed contentedly, eyes drawn back to his computer, the various schematics of components for Mecha Man laid out in a disjointed mess.
Robert rubbed his face deeply, stifling a yawn before logging out and grabbing his keys. He stood and pushed his chair in, slipping on his coat as he went for the exit. As he reached the elevator, he glanced over the office and saw the glow of one more computer at a desk.
"Oh, hey," Robert called out. "Going home soon? I was gonna lock up on my way out."
The blood drained from Robert's face as he saw a navy blue turban on the head of the man who leaned over past the computer to answer.
"I've got a bit more to finish up still." Galen said, deadpan. "Have yourself a good night, Robert."