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SPY ⬤ Team Fortress 2
residential district ⬤ level 2

moonblessing ⬤ Cordis (Exalted; Kitsune)

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[crabbmarche]

[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.]

[spah]

[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.

[crabbmarche]

[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.]

[spah]

[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.]