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[He is well aware that he could get fired for this. But something about Dell's eagerness is... intriguing, to put it lightly.

Spy's wrong, though. It takes much less than 30 minutes for the rest of the students to finish their exams. However, that means he can use the rest of the time to make sure they'll have privacy. Shades drawn, a 'do not disturb' sign on the door - he needs the utmost privacy to grade these exams, after all.

And he does. When Engie arrives, he's seated at his desk, calmly flipping through pages.]

[BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN.

Or back in a room. That he's never been in. Engineer's gotten used to his Sanguis horns enough that he doesn't ram a door in a horny (hah) rage. He still has to force himself enough patience to carefully open and step through the door, much less not drop his pants the second he's inside.

Which is why, when his eyes flicker up to Spy, he slips his hands and his pockets and steps through the row of desks slowly, deliberately.

Casually approach fuckbuddy.]

Hey there.

[Standing in front of the desk now, the merc takes out hand to unzip his coat, showing off an extra-hairy chest under a half-unbuttoned shirt, and a really obvious bulge in his pants.

He's trying his best not to immediately jump your bones, here, Spy.]

[You're not allowed to smoke on the Academy premises, but he learned a while ago that the ventilation in these rooms is pretty damn good. And if there's a room, Spy will find a way to smoke in it. He's halfway through a light when the door clicks open, and he only looks up when Engineer starts to approach his desk.

He raises a small brow at the sight of the horns before refocusing on his papers, putting them away as quickly and efficiently as possible without trying to seem excited. Especially once he takes off his coat.]

I can't help but be a little grateful that I'm aligned with Cordis. I don't think the hair would suit me.

[Okay. The desk is cleaned up and presentable. He stands, straightening out his suit jacket before circling around to meet Engineer in front of his desk and draw a hand along the exposed part of his chest.]

Your restraint is admirable.

[Dell snorts at the remark - and almost regrets it. Being Sanguis-aligned, the sharp inhale makes nearly overwhelms him with cigarette smoke and Spy himself.

As if he doesn't like it.]

You weren't that grateful for it the first time it happened.

[The engineer does his best to let Spy clean up. It's not that effective, if the slow, harsh sigh through his nose was anything to go by. He guessed Spy was doing it on purpose, just to yank his chain. Probably not the only reason, but it's hard not to think otherwise right now. Not to take in his scent, every little move, and every damn thing about it.

He takes another slow breath as Spy steps forward and touches his chest, letting him feel the slow rise and fall underneath heated skin. He half-wonders if Spy could hear his heartbeat. Wouldn't be surprised, knowing it was practically pounding out his goddamn ears.

Which is why, after a moment, he lunges forward. Both hands shoot out to either side of Spy and grips onto the desk, pinning him. He presses to Spy chest to chest, groin to groin, and exhales harsh through a wide, toothy grin. ]

Admire it while you can, Spy. I ain't got much left.

A year is a long time to adjust.

[Honestly, it's not that bad now that he's used to it.

To his credit, he takes being pinned in stride, fully expecting it at this point. He breathes softly through his nose, drawing his still-gloved fingers against Engineer's skin. Even outside of Cordis, the contact sends a pleasant shiver through him. With their bodies pressed together like this, Spy's other hand settles on Engineer's pants, hooking his fingers under the waistband.]

Mm. I could get in trouble for this, you know.

[A gentle tease, even as he leans forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. It's a relatively chaste thing that he immediately pulls away from.]

But if you're willing to be patient... you always seem to initiate all of our little rendezvous. Perhaps I could give you a break, hm?

Mmh--

[Engineer would have come up with some sly remark to that, but the kiss threw him off. He tries to lean forward to make it a lot less chaste, but Spy had pulled back - and apparently had other plans.

He stares Spy down. That toothy grin on his face fades. Patience and restraint are not his strong suits right now, he wants to reiterate, especially as he feels his dick throb against Spy, but--

Well. He's be lying if he wasn't interested.]

Depends on what ya got in mind.

[Okay, he might be playing with fire here a little. Spy hums apologetically, pushing against Engineer's chest to get him to back up just enough to switch their positions. They'll more than likely go back to that position eventually; the thought is too enticing. But for what he has in mind...]

This will be more comfortable.

[That's all the explanation Engineer is going to get right now. In the meantime, Spy starts undoing his pants, sliding a gloved hand up his stomach as he finally leans in for a proper kiss, much less innocent in its intensity. His other hand drifts downward, working Engineer's pants a little lower.

He lowers his head to press kisses against his jaw, then his neck, and pauses just to say,]

It's been some time since I've done this.

[For a clear indicator what he has planned, he slowly kneels, his hand finally and gently stroking Engineer's dick through his underwear.]

[You're definitely playing with fire, dude. Still, Engineer complies, letting Spy moved him around. If he had anything to complain about, it goes out the window the second the other merc puts his hands on him and kisses him.

The kiss is returned with equal - if not more - intensity. A growl comes out of his throat as Spy moves down his jaw and neck, his own hands moving back to grip the desk. Even before Spy kneels down, he can guess where this is going.

God, he's too damn sensitive and desperate now. Spy's hand on his dick is exactly what he needed, and he breathes out a harsh sigh.

Despite himself, he laughs.]

If you're out of practice, Spook, I ain't gonna complain.

[Maybe he should have saved this for later. The ferocity of the kiss stuns him for a moment, his hands freezing in place against Engineer's skin.

But he committed to this. And given the intensity of the moons, he doubts it will end here, anyway. So he continues down onto his knees, settling in comfortably before hooking his fingers under the elastic and pulls down, exposing his dick to the open air. It has been a while since he's done this, but it's not rocket science. He just needs to take it slow (or as slow as he can with a massive horned and horny dude towering over him).

His gloved palm presses firmly around the base and he hums quietly.]

I assure you, you won't complain either way.

[Spy licks his lips, leaning in to kiss Engineer's hip, working his way down while his hand slowly slides up his length.]

[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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