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Heart racing.
Breath hightening.
He slowed his breathing, slowly sliding his hand down to his clit.
This would be the 3rd time today, yet he couldn’t care any less.
Hissing by each cold touch, slowly inserting each finger one by one. Swirling around inside of himself with the slick, sticky fluid. Just like a glass of pure wine, to satisfy the mouth.
Moaning, as he rubbed his fingers against the sensitive wall. Enjoying each second more and more.
Eight shoved another finger inside of himself. Clenching around the digits each time he moved them around. Soaked. Just thinking about the older agent whilst smelling the intoxicating scent of said’s shirt.
Eight didn’t know how he ended up here, but he wasn’t about to stop.
A few hours prior,
Three and Eight were both sat on the couch.
Both enjoying some food and watching tv. Three had gone on a long mission earlier and was using his spare time to spend with his housemate before he had to leave again.
Both agents didn’t want this precious time to end, so they tried to make it last as much as they could.
Eight knew that he could feel tensions of some sort, although he wasn’t quite too sure about the other agent…
But, he didn’t mind that. He hadn’t known the other for too long, he sure wished that he did.
Three would have to set off yet again for another mission. It was a deep dive back into the metro and he wouldn’t be back for two days.
He wished they could be closer. Closer than ever.
Closer than close.
But now here he is, fingers enveloped deep inside of himself, and sniffing Three’s poor shirt that the agent had worn prior.
The stifled moans seeping through the thin fabric, escaping into the room. Eight felt bad doing this but it also felt so right.
His toes curled and he knew exactly what was bundling inside of him. His grip on the couch almost tore the poor fabric,
The younger agent was too caught up with his activity to even notice,
He couldn’t last much longer.
Not a moment later and the front door opened wide. “Eight? Are you oka-”
Three stopped in his tracks, gazing at a flushed Eight. Half naked and now fumbling with a blanket to cover himself with.
“Oh my god,“ Eight felt so embarrassed that he had seen him like that. He covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. The younger agent regretted doing his prior action but there's no going back.
Three reached out toward the other
But quickly the younger agent got up, ran straight into his room, and slammed the door. “Eight, i love you.”
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