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A dummy
He melted into the kiss, not trying to think of anything else other than this moment. He fumbled with Spy's tie, his usually dextrous hands trembling slightly at the anticipation and nerves. The other man released his grip from his hair and posed his gloved hand upon Sniper's, tugging his tie's knot himself.
"What do you want from me today?" The frenchman asks, low enough for only his ears.
there's something hidden in every sensation
"huh?" Sniper looked at the other man dumbfounded, until he quickly realized what he was talking about the sex. They were really doing this. "Ah, just..." he trailed off, what the hell was he supposed to do now? He barely had experience with women, much less with men. He figured he should be honest for now. "I've never been with, uh, another guy." The slightest hint of worry crossed Spy's eyes and he tried to quickly snuff it out. "But i want to do this, just giving you a heads up."
Spy nodded while taking off his tie, they'd experiment another time.
Was there going to be another time?
He seems to suspect, he seems to discover in me
"Very well, i'll take it easy." He said, the confidence from before returning. Then, he looked at Sniper straight in the eyes and said "Let me make you feel good."
Weakness.
Spy unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and Sniper felt his eyes wander and his mouth growing wet. "Sure mate." And with that they were all over eachother again. The smell of cigarette smoke and the egregious quantity of cologne Spy used to cover it up drowned him and he almost gagged, but he settled on a small cough and a laugh, of course he would smell like that.
The embers of a fire
He shyly rested his hand on the other man's chest as Spy let go from the kiss on his mouth and started softly pressing his lips on his collarbone. He was growing redder by the minute and a he took in a sharp breath, feeling the damn spook laugh against his neck.
O my heart becomes a telltale sign
betraying me
Spy took his time to feel up every inch of Sniper's body, he didn't want to admit it, but it was better than what he had imagined. Although he looked like a lightpost, he surprisingly had quite a bit of muscle on his arms and back. He squeezed his arm, testing the waters, and got a lovely shaky breath in response. Head still nestled in the other man's neck, he closed his eyes and drew in some air through his nose, feeling his cock harden and his heart quickening its pace.
What a man, he thought to himself. His mind wandered to the memory of last night, with him almost taking his mask off and Sniper stopping him. Would they have ended up the same way? He thought of tasting the other man softly, the moonlight in their hotel room reflecting off his body and he stopped himself. He tried to compose himself and keep control but the thumping in his chest betrayed his intentions.
"Good to know you're excited." The bushman quipped, a small smirk on his face. Spy just scoffed and bit him in the neck, drawing out a small hiss from Sniper.
Because of slip-ups.
He drew away from his neck and put his hands on the first button of Sniper's red shirt, looking him in the eyes to ask permission. Sniper nodded and Spy took that as his signal to get to work, revealing the other man's white tanktop underneath, a few stains on it. Spy made a face, he almost couldn't believe he really found this man hot. Although now that he thinks about it, the stark contrast is what got him off in the first place.
Sniper's cock was painfully hard, he couldn't even think of a snarky response to Spy's face, he needed the other man to touch him, in any way. "Please." He said surprisingly direct, his voice a whisper. "I want you to suck me off." He whimpered, and Spy made a small noise as well at the wording, but it was quickly overtaken by a mischevious smile.
"As you wish." He slid down the couch and lined his face with the other man's crotch, wasting no time in undoing Sniper's belt and unbuttoning his pants, he felt a hand softly pose itself on his head, mindful of its strength, and he looked up.
I was victim of everything once ago.
He was truly a sight, the dimmed sunlight coming through the curtains of the van were illuminating the back of the aussie's head, his lips were swollen and red and his breaths were coming out in short pants. A bead of sweat fell down his temple to his neck, the sweltering heat of the summer and the sheer need combined. Spy quickly took the other man's hard dick from his boxers and took a good look at it.
He seems to perceive it,
He was long, uncut, slightly thicker than the average, with a mass of thick dark curls at the base, the smell of sweat clinging to it. "Sorry bout' that mate" he said apologetic, but the only thing on Spy's mind was the pressure starting to bother him in his pants.
He unbuttoned his slacks and took the other's dick in his hand, sliding down his foreskin in the process. Sniper shuddered at the feeling of Spy's leather gloves against his member, and he let out a sigh as he felt the other man's breathing on his tip. Spy gave it a small lick, and Sniper's hand immediately flew to cover his mouth, he felt his body tremble in both anticipation and the sheer amount of horniness he was feeling.
now nothing can impede in me
Spy simply looked up at him and slowly took his head in his mouth, making circular motions with his tongue. A muffled "Fuck." came from behind his hand and his right hand gripped the couch with all his might, not wanting to press the one on Spy's head. The frenchman lowered himself until his roman nose was pressed up against Sniper's pubes and he kept himself there for a bit, taking in the feeling. Sniper's hips snapped up involuntarily, and a flurry of small apologies escaped his mouth, but his rambling was cut short by Spy moving his head up and down at a snail's pace, gripping the base of his cock with one of his hands, the other one slowly massaging his thigh.
fragility
He picked up the pace, and Sniper's panting was intermittently interrupted by small grunts, the hand on Spy's head was slowly losing control of itself, tightening the grip in his balaclava. Sniper fantasized of seeing the gorgeous man behind the mask giving him head just like this and his hips started thrusting into Spy's mouth, earning a hum of approval from him. The soft, curly white hair gripped in between his fingers, his long eyelashes fluttering up at him, the mischevious grey eyes smiling.
it's the way things are.
Sniper let out a small whine and Spy immediately detached himself from the other's dick, earning himself another, more annoyed noise. "I want you to touch yourself." He commanded, and Sniper's gloveless hand immediately flew to his cock, pumping it fast. Spy took out his own dick out of his pants and gave it a few pumps, coming back up again and sitting in between Sniper's thighs.
O my heart becomes a telltale sign.
My shackles open up.
He stared as Spy bit the end of his glove and slid his hand out, leaving it bare. It was covered in small scars from various sources, he did a double take as the frenchman presented his hand to him. "Spit." Sniper nearly moaned at the command and did as asked. With his hand slick, Spy started to slowly move his hand along his cock, closing his eyes and letting out a soft hum.
a soft whipping, a premonition
The sight was delightful and Sniper picked up the pace on his own dick, but Spy bluntly remedied that. "Follow my pace." He usually would be more annoyed at the spook barking out commands left and right, but the need had melted his resistance, only leaving the eagerness. He slowed down as told, each stroke testing his patience.
Luckily, he was no stranger to waiting.
They draw wounds out of my hands
With his eyes half lidded, he observed every single move done by the other man, picking up the pace or slowing down as needed, Spy was slowly thrusting into his hand, peering at him through his eyelashes. "Do you like watching me?" He asked, slightly strained, but with an unmistakeably amused tone. Sniper nodded fiercely, the blush on his cheeks spreading to every other part of his body. "Figures, all day cooped up in that post of yours, watching people like a creep." He said, a smirk posing itself on his face. Sniper just grunted and nodded again.
a sweet fluttering,
"You like it? When i talk down to you?" This time he got a whimper in response, and his smirk widened. "What a dirty man, you probably touch yourself thinking of when i beat you up two years ago." Sniper covered his mouth again, he had, once. His mind had drifted of to the feeling of Spy's grip on his hair and the blood dripping down his nose, the exhilarating, primal feeling of getting a man as prim and proper as Spy to leave all inhibitions behind and fight with him like an animal. Another whimper escaped him and he felt a slight shame wash over him.
an intimate password.
come spilling out of my lip.
"Y-You mongrel." He cursed, glaring at the other man, he wasn't exactly sure of what exactly he was annoyed about, but his hips picked up the pace his hand wasn't giving him, and his free hand flew to grip at Spy's waist.
The masked man watched as the other's head lost all concept of gravity and fell to rest on the couch, his body slumping backwards as well. A groan escaped Sniper's lips and Spy posed his still gloved hand on the other's shoulder, shimmying himself closer to the other man until their dicks were almost touching.
come spilling out of my lips
Almost pleading, Sniper's eyes snapped down as he watched Spy's hand meticulously move his cock closer and closer to his, until they finally touched. Sniper was reduced to a panting, sweating mess, the slightest bit of drool collecting itself in the corner of his lip, as Spy started to move back and forth.
The friction felt delicious, it was everything he was looking for. As Spy let out his own groan, he reached towards the other's sunglasses and moved them to rest on top of his head, his hat falling out in the process. "Mnhh. You are so gorgeous." Sniper said, his voice dripping with need. Spy felt his face grow warm and moved his face forward to kiss the other man, still frotting their dicks together. Both of Sniper's hands flew up to hold his face, deepening the kiss.
like a mantra
As they separated, a string of saliva connected their mouths. It seemed to awake something in Sniper, who put his hand on top of Spy's head, harshly moved it to the side, and bit down his neck. Spy let out a noise in between a moan and a yelp, and he tugged at the marksman's hair, separating him with a glare. Sniper simply gave him a lopsided smile, and picked up the pace of their grinding.
"Ah, careful, the suit is expensive." Spy said, clenching his teeth, but his façade was broken by a groan as Sniper took his dick in his hand and started stroking. He returned the favour with the other's dick and the van was filled with only the slick, wet sounds of their pleasure.
from my lips
"Ah mon coeur. You look so beautiful like this." Spy stroked the aussie's face with his gloved hand, moving to pet his hair. "So obedient, so needy. Why don't you show me how good i'm making you feel?" Without warning and with a loud grunt, Sniper painted his tanktop with cum, shaking as he came. Shortly after, albeit more quietly, Spy also came, careful to point it away from his suit.
from my lips
Spy immediately slinked off of Sniper's thighs, sitting next to him on the couch, and put his head on the other man's broader shoulders. They recomposed like that, until a groan broke the silence.
"Really? You couldn't bear to stain your little suit so i had to bear the weight?" Sniper said annoyed, his tanktop was covered in both his and Spy's cum, and the frenchman simply shrugged, lighting himself a cigarette.
"That thing has more stains than fabric at this point." He said, offering Sniper a drag. The other grumpily took it and quickly shucked off his shirt, throwing it in the ground. Spy couldn't stop his eyes from raking in the other's bare form.
"Take a picture will ya?" Sniper deadpanned, earning a snort from the other. They shared the smoke in silence, knowing that their relationship was about to change forever.
Of course, they'd rather not talk about it like grown men.