That might have been the signal. But what came next was more than obvious, when Morgan leaned forward just a little bit, and locked his chair in place before he laid his cock against Kit's face.
He swallowed a gasp, daring not to even inhale too loudly in fear of being heard. He inclined his head in the direction of Morgan's cock, kissing and licking along it gently.
He continued to talk, unaffected. Like even with this, Kit wasn't even there. Kit could feel everything so much more, Morgan's scent was so strong, and Kit was loving every second.
He really was. He just told himself he was earning a higher form of attention by doing this. So he continued to worship his cock before being bold and taking him into his mouth.
Morgan gripped his hair tight and forced him back to the tip, barely managing to control himself. But, with the ease of a practiced liar, he controlled himself, and forced his cock out of Kit's mouth to rest against his face again. Too bold.
After what seemed to Kit like an eternity of worshipping his shaft, Morgan moved back a bit and pet his hair again as he pressed his cock to his lips gently.
It felt like it was going on forever. Soon enough, however, morgan pulled his cock from Kit's mouth, zipping his pants slowly and quietly, and moved to stand to shake the men's hands before they left.