Fisher did not even notice when the room snapped into silence, because there was not enough blood in his body to fuel both his dick and his brain. Currently, the lower appendage was being sourced. All he could focus on was James- his scent, his taste, everything. This was better than drugs. Less damaging to the nose, lungs, kidneys, liver and heart, too. Well, the actual heart. The proverbial heart was another matter entirely, one that (as mentioned) could not be considered right now. There is only so much blood in the human body.
Fisher was used to performing with an audience, because anyone paying for a service was going to see their money was going to good use. But this was far different than any of those times. Under James' normally piercing eyes, Fisher found it really hard to concentrate. He's watching me, Fisher thought. Which means he's not laying there, thinking I'm someone else, he's fully aware that it's me and him and oh, God I think I'm gonna throw up. Luckily he did not, but instead began working his mouth with more desperation.
He felt fingers running through his hair, then tugging gently. "Mm," he groaned, which was actually supposed to be 'ow', but his mouth was full at the time. It was a good hurt, though, the kind that ignited every inch of skin, the kind that pulled you from savoring your senses to strangling yourself with them. He managed to fit all of James' member inside his throat, his tongue whorling circles around it vigorously. He didn't mind when James' hips started thrusting. That just meant he was doing a good job.
And then it happened. It was a small noise, and more a grunt than anything, but the effect was astronomical. James said his name.
It felt like a million tiny fibers burst within him, letting loose the flood of need. Fisher grabbed James hard, his fingers digging into the smooth flesh of his lower back. He took all of James into his mouth, sucking it as though somehow it could provide him with all ths sustenance he would ever need. His tongue worked itself into a frenzy around the hot flesh, coaxing James to climax. He could feel James' body tensing as the moment came near. His own erection was adamantine, threatening to explode any second.
The last thought he had before he swallowed every drop of what James had to offer was, He said my name.