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Ahhh….
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The sound of an Australian man letting out a deep pleased sigh after downing the last mildly warm drops of his coffee.
Setting the empty mug down beside the crate he was sitting on, staring right through the window in the dark single building. He could see the dark starry night were slowly changing color, showing signs the sun was waking up.
The man let out another but soft sigh, relieved to see that it was almost time for him to end his midnight shift. Sniper was assigned a night watch and spent the entire time by his lonesome or so he would if it wasn’t for certain someone bugging him.
And speaking of the devil… He already hears the sound of faint footsteps gaining volume from afar, it was familiar considering it was the very same one that brought him a few hot piping cups of coffee recently halfway through his shift.
”Heya Snipes, brought ya more coffee! I know it gotta be cold here.” The friendly Boston accent striked right in his ears.
Sniper glanced at where Scout was coming up by his side after reaching top of the stairs, he could see his bandaged up hands holding up the hot mug in his face.
“Eh, plenty warm here…” Sniper would take the cup off his hands, accepting it as he felt his cold hands already warming up after exchanging the empty mug to Scout who accepted the trade happily.
“Ya not gonna ask me some other dumbass questions again to make sure I ain’t a spy?” Scout would push a smaller crate up next to Sniper’s and sit right down.
“This is like the fifth time you’ve come up here. B’side I can tell it’s you…” Sniper grumbled at the end, glancing back through the window.
“Awhaha it is because you loo~ovee me so much?” Scout had that annoying singing voice at the certain word in his sentence.
“I woulda’ve thought the same wit’ how many times ya’ve been here.” Sniper let out a soft scoff with pink cheeks possibly from the cold.
“What? Can’t I help make sure you’re not so dehydrated?” Scout was obviously lying through his teeth, nearly cracked a slight grin at the sight of his stupid buck toothed grin.
“Wouldn’t water be better?” Sniper lifted the new mug to take a whiff of the coffee, it was piping hot of his favorite black brew.
“Like you’d drink it. Never have seen those lips on anythin' but your beer and coffee. Well, maybe beside me-“ Scout would grin flirtatiously but Sniper quickly interrupted to shut him up. “You know I drink other than those.”
“Oh yeah? Like cold coffee? Speakin' of which, I'm sure it’s turning into one right now.” Scout was repeating the similar squirming in his seat earlier when he gave him a few coffee visits.
This caused Sniper to raise one of his eyebrows and immediately set the mug back down. “Okay ya little brat, spit it out.” The man didn’t trust that Scout was coming up and started fidgeting with every time he drank a new fresh cup from Scout, Sniper couldn’t help it but to feel like he was up to something.
“What?” Scout widens his eyes slightly in surprise like he genuinely thinks he wouldn’t catch on.
“You’re lookin’ mighty eager for me to drink all of this shit you made. Did ya put anythin’ in it ya bloody bugger?” Sniper glared his eyes through his sunglasses right at Scout.
“What? C'mon I ain’t that type of a guy! j-just y’know... I-I wanted to...” Scout was turning red, scratching the back of his neck then trailing back down to his dog tag when he felt the cold metal to fidget with.
Sniper would raise one of his eyebrows again, unsure if he was about to hear the word see you or have sex.
“I-I guess I sort of got lots of reasons… Can’t really bring myself to say it- I-I mean it’s nothing bad I swear!” Scout's face was turning red, getting flustered.
Sniper took a swig of his hot coffee while he listened to Scout’s nervous rambling but mumbling. He was patient and understanding, they both were still new at this.. whole dating thing. Even if it’s been months of them being together…
It's a good thing that Sniper found his rambling quite adorable, listening to his voice till he could see that it was going nowhere with how the runner kept backtracking after mistaking his sentences in the worst way possible.
Scout suddenly stopped when he felt Sniper’s hand gently hover over his own and softly holding him. Causing the younger man to turn their hand around and spread his fingers wide open for them both to share and entangle fingers further.
Scout glanced up at Sniper’s plain face, hiding behind that hat and yellow sunglasses and those dull kissable lips but he could tell by his gentle hold, he was saying to take his time.
Scout ends up leaning in as Sniper stays still, letting him intrude his personal bubble. “Wanted to see you…” Scout pressed his lips gently against Sniper’s, his voice was soft.
“Oh yeah..?” The taller man couldn’t help it but to lean right in, automatically opening his mouth slightly when he felt his beloved asking for more with his tongue.
Sniper carefully held onto his cup with one hand while another moving aside for Scout to bring himself up close which he did very happily. Feeling one of the batter’s arms slipping under to wrap around his back, pulling him in close.
They were playing a dangerous game right now, anything could happen. Somebody could walk on them or some spook could be peeking around. Besides, Sniper wasn’t exactly off the clock yet.
Scout left his warm lips and started caressing his lips along the scruffed up jaw underneath Sniper. Feeling soft kisses being planted below his neck.
“You’re gonna make me spill it…” Sniper could notice Scout was straddling him and himself nearly tilting his arm over where he was holding the cup.
“Hurry up and drink it up then.” Scout bared his teeth against his skin, giving a teasing bite.
“A..ah.. hey- somebody might..” Before Sniper could finish, Scout would move back to give him a bit of space. “They won’t, they told me I’ll be the one who’s relieving you from ya shift.”
“No wonder you’re frisky.” It was Sniper’s turn to tease him.
“It’s perfect ain’t it? It’ll just be two of us for few more hours, listening to some birds singin’ and maybe you joinin’ the choir-”
“Except you’re suppos’ to be on watch.”
“I haven’t exactly relieved you yet have I? You can still keep watch for us.” Scout’s mouth cracked a grin on top of the sharpshooter’s skin.
“You say like that’s easy… why can’t ya do it?” Sniper’ve set the half drunk cup down the floor so he wouldn’t worry about it anymore in the middle of Scout’s fidgeting.
Sniper leaned his back against the wall when he felt Scout fidgeting with his belt. Pulling the buckle right off, loosening up while slipping one of his hands under the Australian man’s shirt. “Well it ain’t my turn yet is it?”
Sniper could feel Scout’s palm already rubbing against his erection through his undergarment with a soft moan falling out of his voice, slowly losing his pants.
Scout sucked in a breath then a shiver was out of his mouth when he felt Sniper’s cold hand slipping into Scout’s pants to return the favor, palming his already erected crotch.
“Is this the only reason you came up here?” Sniper slipped out a few soft groans under his breath.
“Nah.. there’s also somethin’ else…” Scout slipped both of their erections out of their underwear with help of Sniper. “Nothing too bad I promise.” Scout playfully nibbled onto Sniper’s throat to reassure Sniper thoughts.
“You sure? You seem so skittish 'bout it…” Sniper grumbled, trying to stay quiet when he felt Scout’s dick pressing against his own.
“Wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.” Scout lifted his palm up to his mouth and started coating it with his saliva and instantly latched his hand back onto both of their erections and started stroking both together.
“Don’t tell me it’s somethin’ embarrassin’…” Sniper couldn’t help it but to slip a stiff low moan, feeling Scout’s tip being rubbed against his own while Scout teasingly squeezed his fingers around both of their lengths. “Eh.. maybe…” He muttered.
Sniper bites his bottom lip to silence his embarrassing voice as Scout suddenly jerks his hand on their cocks, latches right on Sniper’s neck with his teeth. He always knows what spot to make him melt.
“A..ah.. hey.. I gotta..” Sniper ended up mumbling his words, letting out soft moans through his sentences, causing Scout to raise his eyes at him with hopefulness. “Hm? What’s up?” Scout slowed down his hand but his lips were still on Sniper’s throat.
“N-No.. no nothin’-, never mind.” Sniper shook his head off, peeking back at the window then around the room to make sure they were actually still alone.
Sniper could feel Scout’s teeth moving against one of his ears, “Do ya mind if we take it further?”
“Ng..ckin’ might as well, we’re already there aren’t we?” Sniper wrapped his arms around Scout’s neck. “Just.. don’t make a mess.”
“f’cours’!” Scout got right to it, already making sure to coat his two fingers with his own salivas before he went poking around Sniper’s behind.
The Aussie man bites his moans down as he ends up glancing across the window again, he couldn’t help it but to be nervous about being caught. They always played the same games but it never eased that worry afterward.
Scout’s two fingers were already inside, stretching around while his other hand left Sniper’s skin to fumble around for a small bottle of lube in his pockets.
Scout was multitasking with fidgeting the top of the bottle and poking around Sniper’s prostate, landing a deep kiss with Sniper who returned it lovingly.
The older man let out a shiver at feeling Scout slowly drew his fingers out of his ass then feeling his fat tip just prodding right at his entrance.
Scout broke the kiss to quickly take a look while he slather the cold lube around his cock, letting out a soft sigh after stroking to try to warm it up.
“You planned this didn’t ya?” Sniper bites his bottom lips when he feels Scout finally pressing inside, the stretch feeling was familiar and (which he won’t admit) good.
“Maybe just a little.” Scout leaned right into his beloved’s neck, placing gentle bites to ease him in while slowly pushing his hip forward.
Once he was balls deep inside the Aussie man, they both remained still in each other's arms. Sharing a couple of kisses or trading bites.
“Go.. go ahead n’ hurry up, I'm freezin’ my arse off here.” Sniper grinded his hip against Scout, “Well you had the chance to warm up with that coffee I gave ya.” Scout slowly withdrew his hip back which caused Sniper to let out a soft moan.
“Y-Yer still on tha- ah! ” Sniper suddenly let out a sudden sharp moan when the brat suddenly thrust his hip back in, ramming against Sniper’s insides. “Wanker.”
Scout couldn’t help it but to snort with a wide grin, he started off at a steady pace. Hearing the man under him struggling to stay quiet, Scout admired his body very closely.
Soon his thoughts slowly clouded him when his eyes slowly traveled lowered down Sniper’s body, slipping his hand underneath the sniper’s shirt and lifted it up high to one of his pecs and started fiddling with it.
Sniper finally started to loosen his voice up, letting his moans fall when it wants to. His back arched slightly when he felt the tickle under Scout’s fingers grazing across his skins gently.
Scout soon glanced down to a… certain spot at the Aussie’s lower abdomen, his hand followed where his eyes were looking at. Trying to remember back where Medic showed it to him, feeling around before starting pressing his fingers against the area.
At first Sniper was confused on what he was trying to do but then suddenly jolted when he felt his fingers move on to different areas that end up sending some sort of odd tingly knot.
“Ah.. ah- a-h-hey hey, whaya’ doin’?” Sniper went to hold onto Scout’s wrist that was hovering over his stomach.
“Sorry, does it hurt?” Scout nibbled on his beloved’s collarbone while pressing it again gently, earning a strained whimper from the older man. “N..N-no- no it just- feels weird.. don’t do that.”
“How weird..?” Scout was getting in too deep, placing his fingers onto the abdomen once again but this time it had more pressure. He could feel Sniper suddenly tightening around his cock when he did that, feeling his legs slowly trembling as well.
“L-Like- lik-, stop that!” Sniper was interrupted rather quickly when he realized the familiar knot feeling was nearly built up in his lower stomach, his bladder. His grips tighten onto the batter’s wrist which caused Scout to lighten up the pressure. “W-What yer tryin’ to do?”
There was a bit of silence from Scout like he was thinking the right way to word this while his fingers turned into one just gently twirling on top of Sniper’s skin, still remaining the same area he pressed so he wouldn’t forget where it is.
“Do you… remember that weekend where we railed all night till you…” Scout lowered himself right into where Sniper ears were to speak softly, even pressing himself closer to make sure Sniper wouldn’t try to hide or run away. “Well… pissed yourself?”
“w-wwh...” Sniper’s face would completely go red when he remembered that night, embarrassed that he even brought it up in the middle of this- wait a minute .
“It was really hot and I wanted to see you do it again, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it.” Keep in mind, Scout have not once stopped moving. He even started increasing the speed with his hip movement.
“Y-You-! Ngh -hats why y-you brought thos-” Sniper connected the dots. He couldn’t control his voice, he had one of his hands covering his face to hide it while another one was still on Scout’s to get him to stop touching the area.
“I-I knew it y-you sneaky moth-AH!” Sniper yelped when he felt Scout suddenly slam balls deep inside him.
“Well what else was I supposed to do?” Scout grinded against him, pausing for a bit to have a chat with him. “Talk to me ‘bout it ya wanker!” Sniper complained.
“I tried but every time I bring it up, you just hightail it!” Scout pouted.
“Y-Y-You’re askin’ me-, to- to wet myself! You perverted bastard!” Sniper stuttered with a red face, his eyes couldn’t stop weeping. He could feel Scout starting to move again with his hand gently began stroking Sniper’s dick which caused a whine from him. “I-I can’t- I can’t do it.”
“Why not? You said it felt good didn’t you?” Scout planted soft kisses onto Sniper’s face to try settle him down, he didn’t mean to get him all anxious.
“One.. we’re in a-a god damn building- a-and sec-second, I-I don’t want to make a mess-” Sniper rambles but Scout quickly interrupts him. “But ya gotta go, don't ya?”
“Well whose fault is that?!” Sniper threw a punch right at the brat’s arm which just made him winced with a cracked smile.
“I’ll take full responsibility, I promise! Here, let me make it easier on you.” Scout reignited his hip movement as he adjusted his beloved under him on his side instead.
Sniper immediately reached his mouth to silence himself when he felt Scout suddenly ramming his fat cock back deep inside at a steady pace, even to go as far to lift one of his legs over the brat’s shoulder.
Scout’s hand reached across the sharpshooter’s lower stomach, pressing his open palm against a certain spot that caused Sniper to squirm. Even biting back a whine in the back of his throat.
Sniper could feel his full bladder starting to ache, feeling a sharp pain but yet pleasurable shooting in his lower abdomen.
He could feel the discomfort of him trying to hold his piss in all while Scout repeatedly slamming his cock ball deep as he could go with his teeth biting down an empty lovely skin on Sniper till he started adjusting Sniper’s legs and his waist.
Causing some confusion from the Aussie man, afraid what stupid shit Scout might pull next during this already overwhelmingly embarrassing sex.
Sniper ends up flipping Sniper onto his elbows on top of the crate with his hip lifted up high and one of his legs still dangling in Scout’s hand.
“I think-hah, I think I can hit it from here inside.” Scout was ravishing Sniper’s pitiful moans and whimpers when he started moving his dick at different angles deep inside.
Before Sniper could even say a word, he could feel him suddenly hitting a different spot which caused some questionable sparks against his bladder. It didn’t help that one of the other Scout’s hands was pressing down roughly on top above Sniper's v-line.
The Australian man’s cock never stopped leaking but it was starting to dribble more out, slowly reaching the breaking point. Scout leaned right behind Sniper’s neck and placed a harsh bite which made Sniper arched closer.
“S-Scou-! Sco- ah !” Sniper struggled to call out, his face flushed with hot tears and a mouthful of drool leaking down his chin. “I-I can’t- h- hng -!”
Sniper could barely finish the sentence before he suddenly felt his bladder burst open, pissing himself finally. He could feel two different strong sensations ripping through his body.
Scout watched the scene very closely. His staring eyes caught the sight of Sniper’s cock suddenly bursting out a stream and his ass wouldn’t stop squeezing, twitching violently even, around the batter’s dick.
The younger man couldn’t stop thrusting his hip in roughly, changing position from different angles to his prostate. The hand on the stomach quickly moved over to where Sniper’s mouth was and stuck two fingers inside, exploring his mouth and even squeezing his tongue.
Hearing more of his loud shameful moans, his cracked loud voice always got Scout going and soon Sniper could finally feel Scout’s thrusting were getting sloppy and rushed, his fingers nearly fell off his knuckles from holding onto the crate so tightly close.
Every hit grew irregular against the blabbing man’s g-spot, every sparks grew sharper till not long until his explosive orgasm burst open right after he finally dried his bladder out.
The speedster bastard didn’t stop thrusting even after cumming inside him. Sniper’s eyes rolled so far back he’s practically blacking out when he felt Scout finally hit his final deep push, worn out.
The older man underneath couldn’t stop shaking, his eyes seeing stars scattering around as his body finally laid to rest on top of the.. er.. soaked crates.
Scout kept his chest against Sniper’s back, holding him gently in a hug. Both of them were lingering in their own shared blissed out space till the stuffy air finally started to clear up, giving both men a chance to finally regulate their breathing.
Scout was growing nervous in the lower out of his stomach when it finally settled, he hoped that Sniper enjoyed this. He’d lift himself off to take a glance at Sniper, he was a mess. Red face with glasses that have been lost somewhere on the floor, tears running out when his eyes started to blink rapidly. His hat was barely holding on and his jacket was missing, his underwear garment barely clinging on one of Sniper’s ankles.
“You okay?” Scout asked with a touch of worry in his tone.
Sniper let out a rough grunted in response, it wasn’t a good answer for Scout because now he’s trying to make eye contact with him which Sniper refuses to engage.
“Snipes?”
Sniper slightly tilted his head to glance behind and he could see Scout was staring at him with those stupid eyes. “Fuck’s stake Scout, what do ya want me to say?” Sniper immediately grabbed onto his hat to hide his red face.
That just perked Scout right up. “Does this mean it was good?”
“…. yea.. s’good…” Sniper would force a fake frown with deep red on his face which just made Scout break a grin. “Really? Are you sure? I-I wasn’t sure if you were into it but you seemed really in it-“ there it is, his infamous nervous rambling afterglow.
“Ppfh. You dummy… if ay really didnnt like it, I woulda’ve say it.” Snipers lifted his arm around Scout’s neck and pulled him right in a hug, shifting on his back. He was so shy about this. Scout relaxed in his arms, wrapping his own around as well in return.
“Augh, next time let’s do it in my van instead.” Sniper mumbled, feeling the grime underneath him and the mess that’s starting to soak up his clothes.
Sniper would glance up to notice that Scout went suddenly quiet with wide eyes. Sniper's eyes were next to wide, suddenly he tried to retrace his sentences, wondering what he said that caused Scout’s eyes to shine stars.
“Next time? We’re doing it next time?! Aw fuck you’re so good to me Snipes!” Scout smashed his lips against Sniper’s lovingly.