[Sorry, Spy. Sanguis gets Engineer... needier than usual. And hornier, but that's obvious.
A sharp breath rasps out of him as his dick springs free, still desperately hard and throbbing at the sudden sensation of open air (he really is needy, christ), but thankful to have it out of its denim constraints. The merc stares down at Spy and that peak of tongue with a hazy grin. His cock already twitches in the other's hand, and the kiss sends as much of a shiver up him as the hand up his length does. The merc sighs even harsher - breath eventually dissolving into a low, gravely moan.
One hand stays gripped on the desk while another settles on top of Spy's head. Probably a bad idea. Knowing himself when he's like this, he's vaguely aware through the haze settling in his mind that he could pull at Spy's mask by mistake.
So for now, despite the burst of ferocity a moment ago, he leans back against the desk, spreads his legs a little farther and forces himself to relax. Thoughts of bending Spy against the desk and railing him in front of rows of empty desks had played through his head over and over again for the past hour, but he still knew better than to go too rough... assuming he had any impulse control left after this.
Spy's right, though. He's definitely not complaining.]
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A sharp breath rasps out of him as his dick springs free, still desperately hard and throbbing at the sudden sensation of open air (he really is needy, christ), but thankful to have it out of its denim constraints. The merc stares down at Spy and that peak of tongue with a hazy grin. His cock already twitches in the other's hand, and the kiss sends as much of a shiver up him as the hand up his length does. The merc sighs even harsher - breath eventually dissolving into a low, gravely moan.
One hand stays gripped on the desk while another settles on top of Spy's head. Probably a bad idea. Knowing himself when he's like this, he's vaguely aware through the haze settling in his mind that he could pull at Spy's mask by mistake.
So for now, despite the burst of ferocity a moment ago, he leans back against the desk, spreads his legs a little farther and forces himself to relax. Thoughts of bending Spy against the desk and railing him in front of rows of empty desks had played through his head over and over again for the past hour, but he still knew better than to go too rough... assuming he had any impulse control left after this.
Spy's right, though. He's definitely not complaining.]