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BeitragThema: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di März 14, 2017 10:35 pm

It had been a rough day.
That damn Spy had killed him in his favorite spot, back still aching from the respawn, all in all a failure within. They had lost the battle, everyone sore and angry and he had rescued himself from the lecture Soldier would give everyone about todays performance. It would be the same like everyday they lost. Scout would be too lazy, Engineer should construct the sentry faster yada yada yada. Pyro would be depressed and mopping and the breakfast would taste like crap because of his mood... thanks a lot Soldier.
Mike grumbled a bit but shrugged the hand of the medic away who tried to convince him to let him look at the other wounds. He has gotten quite a few bruises and cuts, nothing serious but he wasn't in the mood for the crazy german and his antics. Damn Krauts, damn Soldiers, damn fucking wankers of Spies. He cursed some more with a quiet voice, no need to get the attention of any of his fellow mercenaries. At times like these he was really glad that he lived in his van, outside, starring in the night sky, remembering home. Mike sighed and walked the last few meters to his van and opened it, grabbed a blanket out of his neat little van – strangely clean for whatever the others thought of him. Whoever started the damn rumor should rott in Hell. It was this damn Spy, Sniper was sure.
With another deep sigh he climbed up the ladder of the van, leaving the door open to get a bit cold air into his bedroom and laid himself onto the blanket, his arms behind his neck an his hat on his face. No need to look at the stars, just a bit calming down and dozing off. It had been a troublesome day after all.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di März 14, 2017 11:02 pm

A perfect day, well, almost. Juneau, called June, had a pretty good run today, aside from the despicable and not very aesthetic burning marks on his flanks, thanks red Pyro. But nothing a good Medic couldnt handle after the battle was won - most of the mercenaries tired, but happy for the most part. Sniper complaining about a stolen kill, Soldier mmbling about his excellent tactics while Medic tried to stitch Tank back together. Everyone did their job, and they were good at it, at least for this day.
Those stupid redheads really had to get a little smarter. It was easy, once their sniper was down and no ranged attack able to spot June before it was too late. Having a favorite spot makes it easier, day after day, to get Sniper first. It was delightful, almost erotic to thrust the dagger in his flesh, gloved fingers gently playing with the hilt before turning it. Such a pity having to kill this guy so quickly all the time.

After his wounds were maintained, Spy was getting bored soon. Some were asleep, some training, some busy with themselves. So he decided to visit the reds, he did it before sometime and messing a little with their things, nothing bad or forbidden ... mostly. So he changed his appearance - to red Scout. Not his best performance but it should work, so he made his way all along the deserted fields until this particular van came in sight, dark but the breathing inside made clear Sniper had slipped off. June knocked on the back window, announcing himself.
"Hey, you all right?", he asked quietly, Scout's voice used like his own, just less french, "'been a cursed week, huh..."
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di März 14, 2017 11:31 pm

Hell of a day and hell of an evening, after he dozed a little bit on his van he decided to go inside... no need to sleep on his beloved home. After a bit time to think he decided to make some lunch, nothing great just a few sandwiches, slicing the bread and putting some good ol ham and cheese on it was just the right thing.
Weekends would be nice, going to Teuford perhaps, the nearest town to eat something good, not just this crap MANN.Co was sending them every week.
The BLU's would be unbearable on the battlefield tomorrow, bloody wankers always so full of themselves. He grabbed his Sandwiches, saving one for breakfest in case of Bad-Mood-Pyro's Meal and started to undress. His shoes went under the bed, vest and shirt onto the floor, no need to combine them clean they would be washed tomorrow anyway.

He would be offended by those filthy thoughts of the bloody frenchman, what a pervert would find it erotic to kill someone. The BLU really was a pain in the ass. Mike mumbled a few not so nice words about the other mercenarie as he drifted to sleep, back still aching therefore it wasn't a healthy pleasant sleep. Well and it didn't last long cause somehow... this bloody kid tried to talk with him. What the holy fucking fuck.
Mike stared at the window, wide awake after the knocking, considering to stab the damn runner but remebering that he had a rough day too. His carotid artery has been crushed from the blue Heavy and after that he had been chased the whole game from the other Pyro... not a nice death to be burned every time...
Sighing he opened the door. „I dunno about you kid, but others need to sleep. If you need someone to cuddle you than thats not the right place.“ Regardless of the harsh words he stepped aside, leaving it to the Scout to get into the van. “Hungry? I've got a sandwich, if you need something.”
Mike yawned, not bothering to put his hand onto his mouth, good manners weren't needed here. “You all right kid?”
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi März 15, 2017 5:50 pm

War was always like hell, one had to learn how to embrace, enjoy and love it or it was a certain failure every day again. June was not even hungry even after his long march, not willing to eat and break his state of concentration. A brroding cloud hung over the red's camp, metaphorically spoken, making their today's defeat obvious. However, his goal was this little van in the middle of the night. Oh how nice it would be to put the cold steel of a butterfly on this strong back again, maybe not so deep this time, just slightly cutting the flesh, watching the muscles arch in agony. However.

Yeah, poor runner had a rough day too, as Spy knew, so it was not difficult to aact like a man that caught fire a few times today. As the van door opened, he sat down on the brink swiftly, folding his legs.
"I dont wanna sleep, same shit tomorrow anyway again.", he murmured and shrugged, then nodding, "Sure, got some?"
Sandwich, why not, Australians were good in making those, right? He smiled widely at him like the naive kid he was, reaching for it and happy about getting his snack. Then he frowned.
"Not sure, Sniper ... I dont know why it always goes wrong. You're the one with the overview, do you have an idea who is to blame or what we could change? Just to win a bit more... and survive ..."
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi März 15, 2017 6:30 pm

No one could always embrace and enjoy it, everyone gets tired at some point. No need to fret, it would get better soon. It was just depressing to loose third time in a row, the BLU's were better than ever before, whatever they've done to be this good.
Not eating would be unwise, the body needs its nutrients and it would let him suffer in one way or another. Mike smiled a bit, knowing he could at least kill one or two tomorrow till the damn spy would find him. It was damn time to switch his spot but bloody spy. It was HIS spot. HIS favorite. He wouldn't want to be chased away like a frightend rabbit. Next time he would kill him with his kukuri, slow and agonizing. It let him smile as he drifted to sleep.

Well till he was woken by that stupid little kid, always running, always talking, but Mike knew he wouldn't let it down, the runner wouldn't leave, just being more annoying. „Well you don't need the sleep but others aren't as young as you are.“, snorted Mike, getting the Sandwich and giving it to the boy who immediately lightened up. Lauging Mike shaked his head and sat beside the boy. “But I've got just beer to drink and I don't think that's something I would wanna give you.” A drunken scout would be a nonstopping chattering scout.
The question itself lets his eyebrows rise. “Well. No talking about all the others making mistakes and that you're the best and whatever?”
Perhaps he was hit on the head one time to much? Or the enemy Sniper had his way with his brain? A sticking bullet not removed by the respawn? Whatever. It was too late to think anything more about it, perhaps if he was more awake he would have smelled the smoke of those fancy cigarettes. But now he was tired and all he wanted was to sleep. “No need in blaming anyone... sometimes we win and sometimes we loose. There is no need to get angry about it. Perhaps we have a bad luck this time... If I would have a solution, I would have talked with any of you. But right now... perhaps we all need a weekend or some vacation. Don't know when we had the last ceasefire that lasted more than a weekend.”
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi März 15, 2017 7:10 pm

There was no other way to be happy with it, however it was neccessary to not lose the grip to seriousness. It was not a game, but it was still fun. It was so much fun to kill, to get a difficult kill, a good kill after a battle of wits, after being more clever than the enemy, no matter who. Tomorrow he would manage to kill Sniper before he would get any of the other members of the Red Team. It was bittersweet to always get him there, like a secret meeting spot, the overwatch. They would both return to this point, fighting for it until only one was left standing.

Yes, scouts were incredibly talkative, difficult to imitate but until now, Sniper didn't seem to suspicious. He laughed, biting in his sandwich-present, and shook his head.
"Ya not so old, are you? Dont whine about that!", he grinned and bit off a little more. Really not a bad sandwich. "Well, its not that easy being the best with a smashed neck and a burning ass."
He of course was the best but a scout was nothing more than cannon food. Kill for the tank or pyros, not worth a spy's effort. The answer was stupid as expected.
"So you say we should try the same stuff that is not working some more and just hope it will work some day?", he asked slowly, munching the last bites, "Its not bad luck getting stomped to death ... still you're right, I wanna get some free time, you know, do stuff alone and far away, maybe going on vacation, drinking rum and stuff... Hey Sniper, I'm still too tensed to sleep, you wanna fuck?"
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi März 15, 2017 8:02 pm

Well it was a game, somehow. It was quite funny how they found the mercenaries on both sides, out of the same countrys looking slightly alike on both sides. He once met the BLU Sniper and he could as well have been his brother, not that he had one. Or knew about one, maybe his parents had other kids, but whatever. The parents adopting him were his real parents and no one else, no matter what the wankers of the adminstration told him.
And that would be the difference between himself and the spy. There was a difference between a psychopath and an assassin and he wasn't a backstabbing spook.
Tomorrow he would be killed by this very Sniper, gutted with joy, just this one, the other kills would be as clean as ever.
Spy would never gain this victory of him leaving his spot.

Nope. Not suspicious. He was tired and he didn't like to talk after he was sleeping tight, he had tried to sleep and not to be woken in the middle of the night to entertain this kid.
“Nope, but old enough to be your Dad so... every right to whine about it. And you've got no ass to burn.” Mike grinned back and stretched himself out on his bed, leaning against the headbord and shaking his head. Perhaps he would get tired if he didn't answer to his questions. But somehow the little boy tried to be really interested. Sniper sighed and shaked his head. “Well you know the obvious things.... Soldier could stop running into the fire and start thinking, Pyro is distracted by whatever he sees.... trying to get rocks that look like flowers the first part of the fight. Medic is always looking after Heavy who's busy to run after Soldier and Demoman is the drunkest scot one could ever meet. What do YOU think is the reason we're loosing the last fights?” He shrugged and closed his eyes just to let them flew open. “What the fuck Scout. You nuts? No rum for a kid like you. And no fucking either. Perhaps if you're older. Now go out and get to bed like a good little child.”
He really was nuts. “Or go to the Medic... I think the BLU's have hit you harder than the last fights.”
Mike rose from his bed, grabbing Scout by the arm to throw him out of his van. “If you want someone to fooling around ask the enemy Scout. Perhaps he will find it satisfying to fuck some one in his headspace and age.”
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi März 15, 2017 8:58 pm

It was not a game, it was just acted out as one because most of the guys had fun trying to get their perfect kill. The red spy was a stupid and self-indulged asshole, nothing like June himself. And he was useless, seeing as he never managed to get to anyone before his own team went down. Normally, scout stumbled into him, died and then tank did the rest. All fine and good. There was no chance sniper would ever get him first, not in this spot where he knew every corner better than this bushman himself. This broad back was MADE for stabbing it softly and passionately ...
Naw, a weak spot, waking him up and talking to him was incredibly cute so he noted to himself to do this again, maybe tomorrow. He laughed, as he was young it was not so difficult to be his dad, starting with the age. However, the looks maybe not, neither as spy nor as scout ... a handsome guy, this one.
"Hey, what is wrong with my ass, huh?", he complained, throwing one ot hese ugly boots at Sniper's leg, then pondering a bit about the words he shared. It was right, same shit different day. They were just stuck in their roles, their behavior, only a spy flexible enough to break the habit like he did right now.
"So we're doomed.", he sighed without giving an answer, then getting on his feet violently, "Hey! My head's fine you stick-in-the-ass-mongo! Whats wrong with you!"
Really, he was a smart one denying a scout when he could have a spy. One twist of his wrist and Sniper's Hand was nailed to the Van's wall with a butterfly knife, his body pushed against it and the second hand was shattered under a scout's bat, so he couldn't grab his weapons anymore. June grinned and sat down on Sniper's lap.
"Soo tough guy ... wanna do it now?"
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi März 15, 2017 9:29 pm

Might or might not be a game, it was a job, they got paid and they weren't dying. Not really. Somehow one loosened the fear of death, real death if one was sent into respawn everyday...
Well not everyday but in the last time he was distracted, somehow not within his center, not knowing why.
Yeah red Spy was an asshole, but he has his quirks, could be a bit more friendly and not as secretive but thats what makes him a spy. As long as he lets Sniper doing as he pleases he wasn't going to judge the man.
It wasn't cute it was annoying, he would drive further away to get some rest, no Scout, no Spy. Just sleep. And who knew the Scout had it in him to ask a man to fuck him. Ts. Little stupid anklebiter.
And yeah, Scout looks like he was 16 or something like that, even knowing he was 22 wasn't helping a bit with it. Sniper himself was 34, not old but old enough to be pissed off to be woken up by a stupid kid who just wants to make fun of him.

“There is no ass. Have you ever looked in the mirror?”, Mike shrugged and shaked his head, letting himself pushed by Scout. And yeah it was routine. They needed to do something other, but Sniper wouldn't want to be he one starting to change. He wasn't the one trying to be social, trying to make friends. He was a happy lonesome, he lived happily in his van. No need to change anything!
“Yeah kid. We're doomed. Now let me sleep.”
It could be won, but hell... it wasn't his problem right now. He wanted to sleep and that damn Scout tried to... well. But it wasn't his Scout, as soon as he got close enough he smelled the smoke but it was too late, growled as he felt the sharp pain running trough his hand. “Fucking piss!”, he shouted and tried to reach for his weapons only to have his other hand smashed, hot soaring pain running trough his other arm. That definitly wasn't their scout. “Bloody Spy.” Sniper tried to kick him off, but soon layed still, staring at the bloody wanker. “It's ceasefire. What are you doing in my fucking van?” It was HIS van. HIS base not the one of this stupid guy. “Now? Get the fuck out.” Well.. he wasn't the best one if it comes to curses, but if he wanted someone cursing lovingly he could go fuck the red Spy.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi März 15, 2017 10:45 pm

As soon as there was money in it, it was no game anymore, money doesn't know any friends. Not in the team and not anywhere else, money was easy, patient and loyal, used to fulfill every wish a man could have. Well, almost every wish, some things one couldn't buy. People perhaps, not even a mercenary would sell his everything, right? They were a team, and a team that was working together so well was worth pure gold. Poor Sniper definately needed to get laid for his relaxation, but he wouldn't take money for it, right?
So for now he was making him defenseless, the broad upper body exposed, drunken from sleepiness and unaware of the danger he was in. Interesting, that he was not refusing the offer because Scout was a Man, but because he was too young. Heh, good to know, he was more Sniper's age and not making fun.

And now he was there, sitting over him, like throning on his prey. Sitting up there, he looked down over his shoulders.
"You're right, he HAS no ass.", he said, softly smiling as he reached for a cigarette. He shifted back in his normal shape, the blue mask hiding most of his head, the expensive suit rustling quietly as he rearranged his tie.
"You should know better, Sniper, ceasefire is just a rule to be broken. And I'll get what I want, mon petit.", he said, taking the cigarette in his hand leaning down to kiss the resistant Australian, gently and most of all teasingly passionate. "I dont feel like leaving you like this ... maybe more like this?"
He reached down, taking the Cig between his teeth again and reaching down to unbuckle the belt of his harmless victim.
"But I am no monster, mon cheri, you could wish for me to take on every body you desire. Who would it be, hmm? One of your putains from the beach? Soldier? Maybe even red spy? I bet you're not the one taking it, right?"
He opened Sniper's pants a bit, making a pleased sound as he felt his thing on his fingertips, freeing it from his textile cage. Mon dieu, what a piece of meat, it would just be perfect to play with.


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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do März 16, 2017 4:11 pm

Spys don't know any friends, thanks a lot, everyone else could make friends, money or not. Almost every wish. That's right, those things that money can't buy are friends and loved ones, family. Nope there wasn't any need to get laid, he could as well went into some brothel or get a quick fuck from one of his collegues if he insists. No need to be ashamed of a quickie and they are all old enough to let him know if they aren't interested. Not that there was a time he asked one of his team mates but.... he knew he could.
Well Scout WAS young, and there wasn't much on him just a bony ass and a loud mouth. Perhaps if he wouldn't want some fucking sleep and was horny enough.... nope. Not happening.

It hurt like a bitch, but he was bitten and carved often enough to let the other not know how much the pain in his hand woke him up. “Well... there's no much ass on you either...”, he smiled lovingly back and tried not to blink as the smoke radiating from the man revealed his true body. As always he was wearing the stupid mask both spys so loved. And they were taunting him for his hat...
“Aaaaaaand you wanna be screwed in the body of a Scout from the enemy. Poor thing.” The kiss was nice but he wasn't making Any efforts to encourage the man. He just wanted to... but who should he tell this. No one wants to hear how much he desired peace and sleep.
“Well then don't loose your fucking knive in my hand.”, he was angry, a lil bit, it was his van, his home and the Spy was invading it as if he belonged in here. He was somehow handsome, but he was the enemy and Mike was really pissed off from the stab a few hours ago. And he wasn't harmless, there was a health kit next to him, hidden for other one who didn't knew the quirks and corners of his van. But he was somehow curious. What game was the Spy playing now.
“My my... First of all I don't like my partners to smoke like a broken chimney. And then... hm. Well Red Spy has some taste.... and he's got the nicest ass around here... aaaaaand he doesn't smell like some flowerish woman.” He tried to keep his calm, watching the Spy as he was inspecting him. “Seeing something you want?”, he asked teasingly, well two could play this game. Mike was lying still and relaxed, the pain in his hands just something he could ignore. “Pity you destroyed my hands, I could help you some much love, poor desperate thing. Is there no one that wants to screw you? Naw... could be your foul character.”
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do März 16, 2017 6:45 pm

Not exactly an easy task, making friends or such things when all the life war made from warfare and mending one's wounds, barely a few days off a year. However, Sniper was really sick if there was no urge fo get laid at least sometimes, not for a man like this, maybe he really was too old and needed his sleep more than a good fuck? Crazy, but fun to tease him a bit, it would however be too complicated for June making out with his own team. No feelings, no lovey-dovey that was sure to destroy a good team, caring about others and stuff. No, it was perfect like this, getting off to someone who clearly was despised by him.
It was still an offense, keeping in mind that - no matter how stupid and boring his red counterpart was - the other spy was physically exactly the same, no way he had more of an ass than June. Might be worth checking out, was it?
"Mh ... I can take every body I want, so it's barely important to me.", he replied, licking his lips after the unanswered but delightful kiss. Sniper should wear a mask too so it wouldnt be so embarassing wearing also this stupid hat and those ugly shoes... It really was not important for Spy, what body, what voice, it was blurring more and more who he was and when. More confusing for the enemy.

No health kits now for a smashed hand or two, still he was much faster than sniper and also in the upper position right now. No one would come for him out to his van ... no one would save a lone wolf.
"Hmm so I am like a burning meadow of flowers for you? That is an interesting metaphore, hm.", he pondered and with the next breth from his cigarette, he turned red, "Like this? Much better."
If he wanted red spy, alright, he'd get it. June grinned and nodded, he just said he would get what he wanted, and this was more than expected.
"I don't need your help, lone wolf who lives alone in a van, calling his parents to get just a little affection after all, I can do better alone. Just relax, mon cheri, we're two with a foul character so its fine, right?"
He stroked softly with his gloved fingers over the tip of his playmate's soft shaft, massaged it a bit as if he was carefully trying to wake it up. Maybe he liked it more roughly, but first he would start off like this was just a pleasant meeting.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do März 16, 2017 9:34 pm

He wasn't trying hard enough. For Sniper himself it was an easy task to stay alone, was used to lonely nights in his van in the dessert or camping in Australia. It was a quiet and lonely life, but it was his life and it was a good life. And nope he wasn't to old to get laid or to fuck someone, he was just frustrated over the last failures himself, questioning himself if there was another thing he could do, perhapst quitting the job, there would be other Snipers taking his place.
Well right here there wasn't any place for love-dovey or feelings either. And he was despised because of him beeing a huge stick in the ass, there wouldn't be a need to despise him. Sniper could go to town and stay in the same tavern like his counterpart, without killing or disrespecting the other. Sometimes they would exchange a few words about the new model of sniper rifles, tipping their hats and going their ways like some grown up men.

He just told him something like that do tease him, he knew of the feud between the spys, and they weren't the same. All in all he liked the BLU better but he wouldn't ever tell anyone about it. Least the spy himself.
And they had their differences, for one the Blu was sleeker, sometime it seemed he danced over the war field like some stupid princess, the red was usual cold and hard, unbending. Their smell was different also their way to hold cigarettes and so on. No need to think about it, least he will think there was some interest. And nope. No interest.
“So you're just a whore trying desperate to get laid... pitiful.”, well it was pitiful and there was no way he could deny it, poor spook searching for some warmth.
And it seemed to be confusing him as well, who was he and what would he want to be? He could chose anything... but was running away from himself.

He was faster but Sniper knew his van better, knowing the battlefield was one point, but he wasn't in the mood to smash the spy to death. No killing off the battlefield, it was a job and he was no psychopath. He looked unmoving at the spy till he shakes his head. “Afraid I wouldn't want you in your body? Pity. I prefer the real thing and no duplicate.”, Mike growled a bit and tried to move a little bit, getting him a few inches deeper. It was uncomfortible like this, a few inches and it would be good.
Well.... it was good till he brought the topic to Mikes parents.
“If you ever and I tell you. Ever bring my parents in this game... I will end you. And respawn wouldn't help you, in case it would make everything worse.” Mike grabbed his tie with his own smashed hand, ignoring the pain, the aching, the broken little bones and pulled the spy down, smashing their mouthes together and biting hard on the other ones lip. He felt the fingers on his tip, on his cock, but he tried to ignore it, growling low at the man on top of him. “And now. If you want to fuck then as the blu spy or neither at all.”
If anything now he was angry, hand still on the tie, it would hurt to much to let loose, but he needed to prove his point. He had much worse, one time he broke his leg compound fracture and walked on it a mile to his van, delirious but he had survived it. This. This was just a scratch.
"Now... show me if you're worth the trouble. Put your mouth to a good use."
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No one of them was trying hard to stay in a relationship because they all know it was stupid and a waste of time. Well, red Scout was said to try getting it up with this Miss Polly sometimes, but that didn't count. It was a good and easy life, yes, but missing some of the best parts. And it was amazing to feel Sniper's best part under his fingers, worth all the trouble he got in for it and would get in later. No lovey dovey and no hard feelings, just this little bite off a forbidden fruit, a bloodstained and bittersweet fruit. He was not giving a shit about what his red spy lookalike did or what inventions they had new, nothing they had in common was worth loosing a word about. This useless brat was a disgrace for spies, and he wouldn't even be surprised to see Sniper agree with him … would be nice to hear though. June laughed.
„I am not a whore, as you won't pay me with anything, just blood, and I am not to be pitied, as I am the one wanting and getting it. I am not trying, cheri, I am getting it. This body or another, it is meaningless.“

So he was succeeding, and still surprised about the stubbornness of this disabled man. A soft sigh left Spy's lips, as Sniper was ruining his super expensive silken Tie with his blood after moving them both a bit. A high price for a quick fuck, and hopefully worth it. Before he could answer their lips collided and a sharp pain run through his face. He licked his own blood and gave Sniper a soft smooch on his spiky cheek, then turning back into his blue, own self, masked as always.
„It's so typical of you making your weak spots so obvious to me … I'll put my knowledge to good use, alors. Dont make me smash your hand again, mon amour.“
And with elegant and swift moves, June sled down, making his way between Sniper's legs and efficiently taking him inside his mouth immediately, smearing his cock with blood from the bite and his own wet tongue. There was absolutely no way anyone could resist a Spy's sharp tongue.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa März 18, 2017 2:02 am

Red Scout wouldn't get anything from this woman, she was kinda cute if one cared for breasts, but she was classy enough to only think for her job and not anything romantic. And one could get the fun parts without the flowers and dates and so on, was much calmer and not as time consuming.
And its embarassing to be compared to a fruit, especially if one is descripted as bloodstained and bittersweet. And yeah, it was forbidden, friendship, relationship, everything. Well but there weren't any things about some sexual excursion in the contract wasn't there?
As amazing it was for him, it was quite an experience to feel those long delicate fingers on his member seems like the Spy was skilled in seducing men. The red Spy was something... difficult. Sniper didn't interact much with him. Sometimes he seemed to be a nice time, but no one ever knew what he was up to and if he could be trusted. Well.... never trust a spy.

“Well I will think about it, perhaps if you're good enough you can have money. But.... I don't think so.”, Mike shaked his head, the man really was amazed by himself, so he laughed as he heard the next words. “Well if the body is meaningless, why  won't you try soldier? Am sure he will give you a hell of a night.”
Perhaps he would be gutted... the Soldier wasn't gay, thats for sure. “Keep yourself telling that mate.”
Poor Spy... “But, as you're here and I'm awake now thanks to you, you can do as you please.”
Mike smirked and never let his eyes on the spy drift, he wanted to see him, wasn't good to let him out of view. Each inch had moved him closer to the health kit, the Spy doing nothing against it so he had planed it or didn't have a clue.

Spy could have a pity party afterwards for his poor tie, this was a battlefield not some fancy french fashion event, he couldn't understand why he needed his tie and his suit. Seemed to be unconfortable to fight in it. Well... he wasn't fighting just stabbing people cowardly just for fun. The kiss was nice also the smooch, which was unsuspected, smirking some more. “Well you already know them. I'm an easy man. There isn't much to know about me. So little frog... you only talking or is there something happening tonight? One doesn't get any younger by waiting, neh?”
But the spy was already going down, Mike sighed a bit, felt good to have his cock in the warm, wet hole, was okay for the spook to taste his own blood and the warm flesh of a good ol aussie. It wouldn't take long to loose himself so he acted quickly, grabbing at the health kit with his smashed hand, feeling the healing immediately and smiled. The other hand had still the knife in it so he took it out and hissed quietly. “Damn spook... don't take sharp things into bed, you might get hurt.”, growled a bit but threw the knife at the next wall. “No complaining, if you want it there's no nice vanilla way like you french like it.”
His hand wandered to lay himself on the head of the Spy, just stroking it slowly, only to stop as he layed his hand on the half covered cheek, caressing the soft flesh careful. “Go on lad.”, he murmured encouraging. “You've got a nice, wet mouth, like your lips on my cock, perhaps if you're good enough I will have to root you.” Aussie slang he knew, but perhaps the man was good enough to understand it, Mike himself just got a few words, but nonethless understand shit of whatever the frenchman said in his native language. But that wasn't something he wanted to think about, right now he needed those sinfull lips, his other hand still bleeding but putting it on the mans head too, out of spite. There. Bloodstaines. Buhuu... poor guy. But he really was tempted to see if the man would let himself be fucked.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa März 18, 2017 2:30 pm

As if it was the least bit important what those amateurs were trying to accomplish in the matter of romance and stuff, hmph. No real passion or desire, nothing forbidden or even interesting, like breaking in the enemy's van during ceasefire to somehow rape him … his little forbidden fruit. Of course it was an experience, these fingers were made to bring both pleasure and pain and Sniper was getting both. No money needed … it was just for the fun.
„Mine is meaningless... but I'm picky with my mates. And some basic intelligence makes attractive, right?“, he purred, not even thinking about that stupid individuum Soldier. Sniper would be totally sufficient for a hellish night …

It was important to be well dressed, especially on the battlefield – it was an honor to die fabulously but someone who wore a hat and boots like this would never understand this. Soldier would probably have forgotten health kits existed, but spy was surprised Sniper was not attempting to grab a weapon … not even breaking his neck. Interesting, maybe because it was too risky with frenh teeth around his cock? Wouldn't wanna keep him waiting, right, and then he had his mouth too full to answer.
It was nice to hear his sigh, feel the warm flesh and tasting it intensely, even after the quick move and the sound of an activated healing device. Nothing happened, just a big hand placed on his head. A soft chuckle escaped him, watching his knife getting thrown aside. Vanilla, as if, he never had a french partner, had he? Wit a soft purr, he licked the whole length of this tender meat and gazed at the outback cowboy.
„Is this a threat or an invitation?“, he replied, ignoring the wet feeling, blood seeping through his mask and through his hair, all hidden under the cloth. With a gentle move, he took it all in, swallowed Sniper's thing whole, deepthroating it. It was delicious, how would it taste if he'd cum already?
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa März 18, 2017 4:41 pm

He really was a bitter companion, poor thing, wasn't he scared of people, hn? Perhaps he was ugly under this suit and his mask and nobody ever tried to give him something like romance or cuddling? Snipes himself liked to cuddle, the warmth of a body beside him, he didn't need it but it was something he enjoyed. But he was right, it was exciting this forbidden fruit, well he was dripping but he wasn't filled with sugar and fluids, thanks no. No biting please.
Mike smirked a white toothy grin. Nice. “Naw... you complimenting my wite snake? Thats quite nice of you.”, he didn't say anything about the alarming ring in the back of his head about the spys selfawarness. It seemed... not right. But it wasn't his place to point it out, wouldn't want to make the spy angry and departing if there was a much better option. And spy with soldier would be really nice, Spy tied down, whimpering and pleading, dripping with Soldier pounding relentlessly into him. As a Sniper he liked also to just watch falling another one apart.

Yeah... that's.... very important to look good while dying. Take a Spy to make a stupid decision, but nonethless looking fabulous. The red Spy was gay too for sure, just looking after his appearance, both man really amusing.
Nope, why grab a weapon if theres something else he could stab the Spy with, slowly hardening under the soft touch. The warm lips were soft, not like the sometimes chapped lips Sniper has himself, sure the young man was treating his body worshippingly, despite not acknowledging his own self. And Sniper wasn't scared of the teeth, would kill the Spy if he dared to bite him hard enough to make a wound.
The blu seemed content down there, tasting his cock and licking it like he hadn't done anything other his whole life. Little frog was chuckling, achieving a raised eyebrow from Sniper. “What? You can retrieve it later.”, confused but he really hadn't had a french man in his bed. Like ever... till now.
“Take it as you want. But just imagine this hard flesh deep inside your cute lil hole.”, he started to talk but got interrupted, drawing in the air sharply trying to calm his breath. “Shit spook... you really are something.”
It felt amazing, hot and wet and it was so good, his fingers tightened on Spys head, amazed that he felt... hair through the mask. Well... Wasn't that a thing? He wanted to see it but there was no way ever one of the Spys would part with their masks, perhaps there was an accident with some superglue?
Not that it was now the place and time to think about something like that, moaning without holding back, pleased with the skilled french. It was amazing. “Good... You're doing great.”
Slowly he stroked the masked head, trying not to claw into it, driving him to a faster speed, gasping and trying to hold his still. Well, he really was good, good enough to get the same treatment if he would allow it.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa März 18, 2017 5:58 pm

No one should be scared of his fellow humans, and they were all human after all, mortal, yet so easily overturned, fixed, manipulated, taunted and beaten. And satisfied. Some were happy having someone to cuddle, some needed to hurt them to form some sort of bond at all. Pathetic, letting all the defenses fall so easily, not even now with a huge thing in his muth he wasnt even thinking about some romantic banter. Might be Soldier would be nice for a brainless fuck...but well brainless things were his speciality. Nothing for a man who actually had his standards. Even for fashionable deaths.
No need to bite this lovely rod, would be a total waste of this piece of flesh not only a gay person would find impressive, he'd do a lot to find out what Sniper was able to do with that thing. He was not even forcing June down, only havng his hands there. Sure blu Spy was happy, getting what he wanted. Time for Sniper's first taste of french kisses and more.
„I do, Sniper … I'm just making sure it will be clean before you're allowed to put it there.“, he replied before putting more effort into his mouth and tongue, and he was rewarded with an almost tortured-like sounding hiss from his Sniper. Hid fingers had enough strength to even massage his scalp a little, felt good and June's purr added a little vibration to his deepthroating. It was amazing to hear him moan and gasp in pleasure, knowing who was responsible for this.
Looking up for a moment, he followed the faster pace the Aussie demanded, going down faster on him, more passionate, also eager to taste his semen and he wouldn't stop before getting it. Sucking every single drop of it, and licking his lips in satisfaction, he got up and shared another deep kiss with his unwilling mate. In this moment, the alarm siren kicked of, sending a loud howling noise over the area. And out of reflex, he vanished, becoming invisible, not knowing how and why the systems detected him or maybe even something else, but it was time to disappear, leving just some bloody traces on Sniper's face.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa März 18, 2017 6:55 pm

But it seemed like he was scared, well scared of being hurt perhaps? Spies were strange and not people he would choose as companions. It wasn't like he was opposed to blood, one could try out everything and choose what one likes. There wasn't anyone trying bloodplay with him so its something new, nice. Also somehow even Spy could let his defenses fall, it just needed someone letting him feel safe.
Well.... sucking dick wasn't romantic, set your priorities right Spook.
It would be a pleasure to see him falling apart, gasping and writhing, crying and not able to form words. Somehow Sniper could imagine the man naked, just wearing his mask, rubbing his cheek on Mikes tights, begging to suck him off. Hm nice. He could also have his tie, loving it so much.

This wasn't his first one, but it was the first a french did it and damn those one invented it, vibrating around it, causing Sniper to gulp and sighing happy. As annoying the man was, his mouth was good, more than good, laughing a bit at his statement. He had showered after the fight, but if he really wanted to clean it he would give it to him the next time they met on the field.
Mike locked eyes with the Spy, almost purring as he felt him moving faster, with more fun and enthusiasm, couldn't stop his hips bucking up, shouting a little warning before coming right into the warm hole. „Damn... you... you swallowed it?!“, Mike gasped and helped him up, kissing him hungry, tasting himself and only groaning happy. Just as his hands went up to hold onto the Spy, switching their positions the alarm starts, he was a moment dazed, a moment Spy used to vanish...
„Damn Spy, stay here. No way you can disappear like this!“, Mike gasped and whined a bit, grasping the air and staring at the butterfly knife in the wall, standing up and retrieving it. „Damn Spook.“ Really wasn't fair... No sleep, just a bit teasing and one lousy coming after a heavenly, eh crapp Blowjob. It really wasn't his evening. Hurrying he clothed into his uniform, taking the knife, his kukri and his riffle with him, running to the base just to find Soldier and Heavy fighting over the last sandwich, causing him to shoot them both into their knees, leaving the scene grawling and pissed. Damn kids. Damn. At least he would sleep good... the blood and salvia of the spy on his cock, smiling at the little traces and shaking his head. Bloody night.

It was the next day they would fighting the Blu again, this time he was prepared, was wearing a respirator and waiting, listening to the sounds in the hut. There was salt on the floor, not enough to be discovered but enough to be heard if one was listening closely... with the chloroformspray he had gotten from the medic after a huge lecture about injuring team mates he was covered.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa März 18, 2017 8:04 pm

Oh please, scared? Disgusted perhaps, feeling superior confronted with humans with minor, basic or low intelligence, finesse, style … almost everyone in fact. They were good models to use when disguising oneself, takng on the form of another, no matter how dumb. A smart man could imitate a dumb man, but not the other way around. And there was no way, a Sniper unable to guard his own back would be able to make Spy feel safe … never ever. Though a nice little evening with only mask and tie sounded interesting.
So he got his french mate, a french kiss, a french blowjob and a french goodbye, as Spy was sadly forced to leave. It was such an awesome feeling, hearing him moan, groaning and cumming inside so much. It was tasty, maybe a little bitter but amazingly creamy. Of course he drank it, not willing to share his achievement and only giving Sniper a hint of the taste kissing him deeply. It was good, really good and an awful pity having to leave so suddenly, slipping through strong fingers and not even retrieving his butterfly. No idea what caused the alarm but he would run, well, walk away invisibly looking back at thenow empty van. A soundless chuckle escaped his licks, he licked over them again and shifted into blu Scout – it would be faster to get home like this, wash his clothes and go to bed. Might be he didnt get off this evening, but he was still satisfied in a different way.

Another day, another fight, another suit, same team, strengthened by an exquisite co-op-cooked crème brulée, after spy had made the effort to give pyro some work, keeping him busy and happy. Best way to make him ready for battle, June drank a little scotch and then left for battle. A little too late, fashionably late, and chasing over the field as blu Scout, turning invisible after being out of sight, covered by Heavy's ammo party.
Same spot, different day. Whatever was the meaning behind this salt on the floor, sparkling in the incoming rays of light from sun and gunfire, so he avoided it, well, ostly, it was so damn lout no one would even care. The knife was already in his gloved hands, ready to strike in a sudden lash forward. Sniper must be waiting for him, his shadow hushing over the walls, but it was only in the moment of his attack, when June turned visible again, striking for Sniper's neck with all force.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Sa März 18, 2017 10:35 pm

It was a lovely evening with some serious problems from spy but who knew whats happening in his hard dumb head. He was good in protecting people, there was no way he would let something happen to the Spy if he wanted to let himself fall. It was another thing, focusing on his riffle or having sex with a demanding sub. But he was good, demanding, amazing, he knew what he wanted and wasn't to shy to take it. But Mike knew he needed to prove a point.
And the damn spook was away without waiting and without giving him the opportunity to give something back, he hadn't come... It wasn't something Sniper was going to stand for.

Shame he didn't take the same suit, perhaps there were stains of white droplets inside, but it didn't matter, he wouldn't have it long enough. It was nice of Spy to make the Pyro happy, who knew, they were both nice but insane, the Pyros. But Sniper hadn't suspected Spy to be a nice comrade to his teammates.
And he was right, it was damn loud outside, but he has his eyes closed, concentrating just on the soft crunching, smiling as he heard it, knowing the Spy would strike, he waited a few seconds, then turning, the dispenser in his hand and spraying the strong medicin in Spys face. With the other hand he repelled the knife, opening his arms to catch the lean man, closing them around the warm body, softly kissing his forehead. „It's okay.. I've got ya.“ he murmured into the Spys ear, not knowing if he was awake or deep in sleep. The medic insisted he would only sleep not dying. Quickly he checked his pulse, smiling to himself as he found it safe and sound. „There you go...“

He carefully closed the door and the two windows, barricading everything, the team knew not to disturb him and they normally let him do whatever he pleases. Mike smiled, preparing the blankets, first wiping away some of the salt, then he gently layed the Spy onto the blanket, removing first his jacket and his weapons, the clock and the cigarette case. Everything neatly on another box, next to them, but out of reach. After that he bound the Spys Hands together, raised them above his head and smiled. What a nice view... but he wouldn't undress him complete, just taking his shoes and laying him down comfortable, loosened his tie and retrieved a smelling salt, carefully not spraying it onto the poor thing. Guarded and soft he stroked the Spys sides, trying to wake him softly and without disturbing him to much. „Wakey wakey sleeping beauty.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So März 19, 2017 12:09 am

Of course it was lovely, in a matter of speaking, nothing too romantic but it was an interesting feeling, slipping through Sniper's fingers, feeling him trying to grasp anything before it was gone – but it was too late. And now they would meet again, in daylight and under other circumstances, in their little war repeating itself over and over again. Only the details changed sometimes, and this time it would be even more erotic to thrust the knife in Sniper's flesh, once again taking what he wanted, all of him and laying his body to rest. Sniper gave enough without even knowing.

Who would wear a dirty suit to battle, really, this guy had no sense of fashion whatsoever. It was just logic sense to at least keep the ones who were responsible for the fights in a good mood, in addition the food was much better with the little resources they had to stay nutritioned. Such a waste spilling salt on the floor, only a few chrystals breaking under these highly expensive shoes, carrying him forwards to bring on a lethal blow.
What he didnt expect was breathing in some chemical smelling spray dust, couching immediately to get rid of it but already losing control over his muscles. June stumbled, feeling himself fall and barely awake hearing the soft voice without understanding what was said. An unidentified sound escaped his lips, a soft sigh before his body lost all tension and he drifted into blackness, not knowing what ever happened.
He didn't hear this little fortress being barricated, didn't feel his undressing, his hands being tied, his equipment removed while the storm of bullets was raging outside. Then, the sharp stench of something unidentified cut in his nose, bringing back his senses all in a sudden, his body alerted and in fighting mode. His first thought? Medic doing strange stuff again. Second thought? Medic would never wear such a stupid hat. His body felt strange, somehow defenseless, and his first instinct was to kick violently against this thing he couldn't identify in his dazed state of mind. It was painful, somehow he couldn't move too much. Why were his hands...?
„Nh … quoi?“, he murmured, tryng to free himself, still not aware of the situation completely.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So März 19, 2017 12:26 am

Yeah, yeah, allright mate. It was nice and he loved to have the upper hand, but things never go like one expected and Sniper wasn't someone who could give his freedom and his back to this little sneaky bastard every time. It was time for revenge, time to make him squirm. Not in the bad way, no Mike was confident, it was nice to have the Spy at his mercy.
Poor thing, he should eat a bit more, he was tiny, slim and salt was something one shouldn't eat to much from. It was okay to spill a little bit, just for this.
Spy was quite and unmoving almost nice, perhaps next time he would sedate the man too, just snuggling against the warm body to get a good nights sleep. It was nice hearing him sigh, seeing him sleeping so peaceful. Mike was tempted to just let him sleep, get enough of it to last a bit, to give his body time to regenerate, but it would be quite boring if he did so. Well he could help his team win this time, but it was good enough to distract the spy and the others would be happy about it too.

It was almost cute seeing him awaken, let him time to adjust but not enough to get free. “Sht, just ol' Sniper repaying his debts.”, smirked the older man, well he guessed he was older, Spy seemed to be younger while asleep. He was shaking, trying to do something with his legs but it was funny to watch it not happening. “Lazy, Mate. You need to calm down, there's nothing there. Just a bit of a revenge but a nice one.”, he purred into his guests neck and licked the exposed flesh, nibbling a bit.
“Hmm... do you want me to remove your clothes? Is there something you need to let on besides your stupid mask?”
He was slowly stroking down Spys body, caressing the chest and his stomach, just to return to the mans nipples, slowly twisting one with his fingers. “I am in a good mood, you can choose something but... don't test your luck.”
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So März 19, 2017 1:22 am

Still not right, it was fun to DECIDE who had the upper hand, seeing he left control to the Sniper for a bit during treatment, allowing him to predict the pace. Manipulation, nothing else. A spy was living from making others think they would know something which was not true. It would not be so much fun having to give up both control and … everything else. But in fact, he did not die yet. Sniper could have gotten an easy kill, he would understand that later … or at least realize.
Right now he tried to regain control over his numb body, it was too cold to still have his jacket on … and moving was quite impossible as well, at least now as his body was not back to his normal state yet. Interesting, it was not possible to do something, but he was feeling all that was happening, the rough fingers on the expensive shirt …

June now had noticed it was in fact sniper, still unaware how this bastard managed to get a hold on him. He was surprisingly right, Spy was much younger than he seemed, always taking on the body of an elder himself to be taken seriously, and most of all, to not look like a young man in a suit when he wanted to be a respected man in a suit. But like that, unconscious, his disguise broke. June hissed in displease, feeling the poky beard on his neck, this bastard must have loosened tie and the upper shirt buttons.
„Set me free, you fou!“, was his sole answer to this banter, but this was not like in the van, this was … not good. For Spy. Once more, he tried to get rid of the bondage, moving his slender hands to maybe get it off his wrists. As if he would choose over that, pah!
„Well, I highly doubt you would manage to resist if I wished to stay fully clothed, pas vrai?“, he replied, but his voice was less soft this time, without he sassy cheerfulness it had before. Then, he bit down, refusing to give in to the touches which would really made him calmer in ANY other situation, but not now, even if his nipples really welcomed the rough fingers.
„So this is your payback? Such an egoistic bâtard, are you...“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So März 19, 2017 1:35 pm

Yeah he was a bastard who wanted to decide everything, a little puppet master only trying to get everything he wanted. He should just let go and enjoy what was offered, perhaps Sniper would let himself killed cause the poor thing really looked unconfortable. Or not. Depends.
Mike didn't want a quick and easy kill, he wanted to resume what the spy has started, wanted to give the pleasure back, it was a nice distraction after all and he wouldn't say no to even go further.
Nah, the jacket was in the way, Mike had noticed the cold air, especially as the soft bumps of Spys nipples were signed off against his shirt. It wouldn't take long to gain controll over his body again, he made sure to get something just knocking him out for a good time, just to get him in position. Mike was waiting with everything else, he knew how scaring it was to be asleep and let someone do something to him, just wanted to let the man feel good.

Poor thing, he really seemed unconfortable, for a moment he regretted making him this uneasy but then he remembered they were enemies and Spy invaded his home, his van. Wasn't quite nice either.
Sniper smiled a bit as he felt the soft fabric under his fingers, he never knew why the Spies were working with them, both more delicate and with more style than everyone of the others. Perhaps he just seemed to be younger, Sniper hadn't had a clue, but it didn't matter, he was observing the Spy, kissing his neck a little bit and rubbing his cheek on the soft flesh. „Sht... You know... thats pretty hypocrite of you.“, he answered calm, noticing not only the discomfort, Spy seemed like a wounded caged animal, difficult to care for. „You broke into my room, my safe house. You injured me and tried to rape me in my own bed. But I'm a bastard cause I just bound you and wait till you wake to ask you what you want? Yeah. I'm such a bastard.“ his tone was sarcastic but he didn't want to fight with the Spy right now.
Mike smiled predatory and crawled onto the younger one, catching his cheeks and stroking the cheekbones there. „You want to stay dressed? Than thats okay, little one, let me give you something nice, will you?“, purred the Sniper, kissing the lips softly and grinding his hips onto the Spy. „I will rebound you when you come, not earlier... I hope you don't mind coming in your suit.“

Mike laughed quietly, kissing the strong jaw, admiring the beautiful blue eyes, letting his hands wander. He liked to watch, also liked to watch his partner falling apart but this one would be quite a challenge and damn. He was interested.
Careful not to hurt him he crawled back, sat on his heels and admired the view, the Spy with half slightly open shirt, also loosened tie, the strained jaw. It was quite a sight and he would love to take small noises from the resisting man. His hands were stroking over the lean chest, somehow the suit didn't seem quite fitting as before, just a few centimeters, nothing serious, but he could see it, he would like to see the man naked but if he didn't wish to loose his clothes well... He could choose and this was his wish. Gently kissing the soft fabric he searched for the little hard nipples, liking over the left, sucking softly. He would drive the french crazy.
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