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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Jun 20, 2017 5:12 pm



It was in fact one of the few times that June could possibly have enough of the pure physical interaction, the breaking waves of sex all in itself. Normally, there was always energy left, his partners sooner satisfied, but Sniper had found a way to make it all around that, still his stamina was amazing. A strange yet nice feeling.
However, the bed was a mess, stains of semen and blood, his mouth wet from drooling yet feeling dry from so much sounds he made. It made June whine, feeling Mike retreat and being so empty all of a sudden, he could just cry because... It was over. Not knowing if he was sad or relieved about this. But the next thrust broke that thought and he whined again, gazing at Mike with wide eyes, feeling him coming all inside, it was so much it hurt a bit, a little bulge swelling with him still inside. It would mean alot knowing Sniper didnt ask for his name in that vulnerable state... However, the heavy body was also hot, keeping June warm but unable to breathe, to calm down, he winced. He came earlier, came so much he only came dry with all that semen flooding him, but... Unable to say he was too heavy for his weakened body. No way he could wiggle free, move at all or talk, so he sobbed and then bit in Snipers shoulder, weak yet leaving marks.

It would be nice seeing Armand get out of his comfort zone taking revenge or just doing what he liked, demanding recompensation after all he had done to the little cutie. He loved the french accent all around here, understanding nothing but finding it sexy knowing Armand could speak it too. And it was so adorable seeing him struggle and really needy, making Miles smile lovingly.
"Okay, I in fact dont wanna ruin your evening, come here. ", he said and grabbing the Spys hand, pulling him over and pushing him against the barrier of the balcony so he could look down, his ass lovingly presented.
Miles caressed hos hips and around, opening the man's suit pants to bare his cute cheeks. A soft stroking showed him how wet he was, kissing his neck and opening his own pants.
"But ssh,... Wouldnt wanna get thrown out because you moaned too loud.", he said and then slowly pushed in without any more preparation, knowing exactly he shoved the little bullet deeper inside, having it massage his own tip. Miles moaned and muffled it on the spys back, still going deeper until the little suckhole took it all in.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Jun 20, 2017 6:33 pm

Well it was indeed another sensation, one he never knew that he would live through it. He should go and kiss the woman, demanding him with a grin to buy it. Yeah, that was a good idea, she had given him the best evening in his whole existence. The bed was indeed a mess, as was the Spy and Mike himself too. No need to cry little one, he wasn't going to come on him, wanted to come in him, was just fast enough to get into him, what an... embarassement... It felt so good coming in him, he would cradle the little bulge in his belly with joy and pride, but right now he was tired and empty and not wanting to do something. He was just about to fall asleep, but it wasn't the weak bite, it was the sobbing, jolting him awake, rolling over and taking him with, cradling him in his arm, letting him lay on his own chest for a moment. „Sht... everything allright. I will take care of you.“, he whispered, stroking the soft, damp skin, taking the blanket and pulling it over the Spy. „Stay, don't move, no one can find or hurt you, I promise, I'm right here, just let me take care and get you into the bathtube, it won't take long.... little chair.“, he smiled, trying to remember the french word. Whyever they were calling themselves chairs... but well. Another country, another culture. He lifted his tired bones, standing on wobbly legs and rushing into the bathroom as good as he could to get some water into the tube, going back to his spy and caressing his head, his neck and smiling softly, lifting the spy with the blanket and carrying him into the bathroom. „So.... fancy soaps.. what do you want? Don't hate me please, just.. just let me take care, I will protect you.. just don't hate me for it okay...? please.“

Coming out of his comfort zone in his age? Non! Never!
He was surprised, staring at his Sniper a bit confused. „No.. punishment?“, he asked, confused, cause at least normally he would get something, a little bit, a little pain. But he snuggled into Miles, returning his smile with all the love he could muster with some toys in his ass, needy with lust. „Like this?“, he asked, trying to stiffle his moans, the cold air was... teasing, the slow and soft stroking wasn't helping too. „Mon amour... mon homme.. what... non! Take it... out!“, he tried not to yelp stiffling his yawn with his own hand, biting down, trying not to clench too hard around the soft, yet hard cock in his bottom. He shivered, tried not to moan to loudly, feeling his knees buckle. He just wanted to come...
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Jun 20, 2017 7:20 pm

Neither did June, well like he already thought, no one ever bothered to try and give him more instead of just taking what Spy gave all too willingly. Might he kiss that smirking sellswoman … but only for a short moment and only once. But still, it was Mike who endured hours until a certain someone had finally, finally enough, or even too mich already. There was no need to be embarassed at all, and in addition there was not much June could deal with and notice right now. Just that he could not breathe, that was a little frightening but soon also no problem anymore as the weight was lifted.
June whined again, feeling the fluids move inside and even dripping out, but he was so loosened up, he couldnt hold it inside even if he tried. Mike said something, he didnt get it but sure felt the undertone, the soft and protective voice, a little worried too maybe, making him snuggle closer under the blanket, drying up the sweat from his skin. He could smell Mike, it was … nice. But why was he saying he should stay, Spy could and would not move anymore, exhausted and trembling from it, or was it because Mike went away? He made a slightly desperate sound, blinking a little cofused. He said cher? Hm, who knew Mike learned this had never been an insult... being called mon cher or cheri. He was back soon, a lot of stuff running down June's skin as he was picked up, feeling heavy as a stone and still talking, like he did when bound, worried, but not for himself. It made him smile weakly, leaning over and giving a soft kiss on the other man's collar bone as he couldnt reach anything else. How on earth should he hate him? Well, June could, but he was scared what might happen to that feeling, swelling inside, if it would be replaced with hatred. No … no he couldnt. So he made a decision, even if it was just for tonight.
„I...trust you for once.“, he murmured, still smiling but unable to keep his eyes open, „And merci … it felt so good.“

Yeah they were too old to make any more fuzz about some stuff, laughing softly and shaking his hhead a bit.
„Not here.“, he stated, was eager to make this weekend one heaven of pleasure for his Armand but … also wanting him to enjoy his culture, to do normal people's stuff they could not do in Teufort, see something that meant important stuff and focus on them. He could torture Spy during intermission or afterwards, but not now if he really wanted to see this.
„Hmm thats fine, bend your back more.“, he said, wanting to get deeper and smirking at the attempt to be quiet, so many words, so much passion. He just loved that man, swallowing him inside, massaging him violently. Miles had been hard since the first moans Armand muffled in the taxi, so no problem to get in. His hands grabbed the Spy's hips so he wouldnt just slide down in lust, waiting only a few moments so he could get used to him. The cramping flesh around him was almost enough, but still, he had to move so his little one could come. So Miles did that, using short but hard thrusts, throwing his lover against the edge of the balcony but careful to not push him. One hand reached around, checking if the cock sleeve was too tight for him to come, which would be bad, he had to come inside that thing so his suit wont get dirty.
„Hah … I pondered if I fuck you with a condom instead of coming inside so you wont get all messy, but … you'd like a plug more, right?“, he said, his breathing heavier but still controlled while he could see that amaing, slim back in a perfectly fitting suit jacket, and down below under the seams a thick cock slinding between his perfect cheeks, hitting against them in a steadily rising rhythm.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Jun 21, 2017 5:26 pm

There was no way he would really kiss the woman, just getting beatred and mumbling some greetings and some thanks and she would know everything. Nah...not good... Better let the Snake talk with her, he would get her a proper kiss on her hands and everything and in the meantime Mike could look at all the other intersting things he would never want to use.
It was... interesting the Spy didn't complain anything about how filthy they must be, dripping with sweat and semen, it was okay to loose something, he should loose it anyway, it was okay. And it was so, so cute how the Spy was out of himself, snuggling and sighing, he had indeed asked Armand what the word meant, even if he didn't knew why chair was something like a beloved. Perhaps because of the hard wood and only men would tell it to other mens? The only possible solution.
Mike knew he was bubbling, but he stopped as he felt the Spies lips on his collar bone, smiled a bit and cuddled him closer. And... confessing something of trust. For this night? This one time? It was more than anything he ever wanted the Spy to give him. „Just this time, I promise not to let you down.“, well he would let him down, into the water but he was with him in the tube, trying not to fall but sinking down, into the warm water, not wanting the Spy to drown, letting him rest against his chest, sitting between his legs. „Hm.... just relax.... I will wash you and you will sleep in a new and comfortable bed.“ He had informed the room service... paying extra money to not be questioned to much... but it was embarassing, better stay in the tube till they were gone. „you can sleep, I'm here and I will hold you.“
After washing and bathing the slim body he would just take him back to bed, cuddle him and making him comfortable, holding him close and snuggling around him, embracing him with everything but not to hard, ot enough to let him not the option to flee whenever he wanted it. He was a light sleeper, hopefully he would wake before the Spy would kill him out of habit in a sleepy state.

This should be a heaven of pleasure for both of them, also for Miles who should see and feel as much pleasurable things as he could, for this he had booked a little wellnesscenter, well the other two could join too, but it would be in another part of the center where they wouldn't disturb Miles and Armand. Every service personal was just for them, but he had insisted on privacy. With money you could afford anything... without questions.
Well he liked the opera, but it wasn't this important, he could go with his Sniper whenever they want on a weekend... He just wanted to make him happy and see him in a suit and first he had thought he wouldn't make it but then.. it was perfect.
„Just for you mon amour, my beautiful stranger.“, he smiled, moaned and tried to be quiet, not wanting anyone to hear, but well they could all hear it, he always wore two clocks with him, one for himself the second to get his lover invisible, no one would find them. It was torture, meant for him to whine and beg, and indeed hhe did, wanting the Sniper to impale him, his hips were shaking, wanting to get himself the pleasure he was denied but then.. there it was. He felt the hard and long member inside, clenching around, dripping wet, cause he was this lustful. Whining and indeed coming before Miles, just in the moment he felt those sinfull fingers on the sleeve, not feeling anything good coming, but... it felt intimate, it was such a nasty thing, whatever he should do with the semen inside... Whatever this filthy bushman had in mind... one could never knew with Aussies.
„Yeah... yeah plug, wanna feel you, inside... s'il te plaît. Just.. just do it!“, he didn't knew if he wanted to let the little bullets in him, with the plug to torture him some more, but he would love to have his come inside, to feel it when he was walking, a dark and dirty secret. No one would know, well sans Miles and him. „Je t'aime, come, come for me.“, he insisted. Leaning back and trying to get a kiss from his loved one. He was panting, whining and it wasn't enough... but right now it was good, so good.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Jun 22, 2017 1:02 am

How cute, but yes it would be a good way of dealing if one part said thanks while the other was looking for even more things to play with. It might be just a small ring, but its impact on both of them was incredible, sending June to new heights and now to a new low, making him almost completely defenseless. Oh he would have ranted about being so dirty (even if it was almost only his own seed and the blood from scratches he inflicted on Mike), being so exhausted and all, but … it didnt matter right now. He was so overflooded by feelings that he didnt really notice all the sweat and all the stains. Mike would have to burn that shirt of his, not only ruined by cocoa but much more. Maybe once they could talk about what it meant to be someone's chair … right now he was a very carrying chair.
Was it a confession or just nonsense June talked about trusting him? Who cared, he had no choice but it felt good to let go, to not try any longer and defend himself if he was clearly no longer able to do so. It was a lie, it was not just this once, he had enough trust before, enough to fall asleep in disguise in that fucking Van, it might … just be the only time he was telling Mike. And it felt so comforting to not be let down but instead held even closer saying it. He might imagine it but somehow Mike seemed … happier? Less worried?
June dozed off so soon, calmed by the warm water, the gentle touches, the arms keeping him from drowning even when laying all on Mike. The Sinper had told him what would happen, so he could just rest a bit, getting a little more awake as he was lifted out the bath again and carried over. If he wasnt so tired, he might have complained that it was too much cuddling, he was not broken or a little child or something, but too consumed by the situation and exhaustion to care, murmuring nonsense and maybe a soft goodnight. He felt good, clean and satisfied in almost every way possible, and it would be the first time in months even a lightsleeping Spy would just slip off in deep, dreamless state, not moving again for the whole long night.

It was heaven alone to be with his cute Spy, who had turned from someone sceptic to even be around Miles to someone caring so much, doing so much just for the sake that Miles might like it. Wellness was an awesome idea … for both of them. A perfect distraction from their everyday trouble, the pain and horrors of death and respawn, the aches, the worries.
Armand was beautiful in every way, that back, his voice, the way he moved muffling his moans and shaking in expectation. Miles liked to feel wanted, to feel needed. No need to beg, he'd give it to Armand right away. He had been harsh, torturing him for so long he came fater a few thrusts, being touched but probably not being so satisfied. Maybe another time before the light was going off and the opera was starting. Miles nodded even if Armand couldnt see, smiling and nuzzling against his head, then catching his lover's lips and greeting him with an intimate kiss. Miles had to slow down a bit while their tongues were entwined, then backing away a little and stabilizing his standing point.
„Je t'aim aussie.“, he did his best to repeat what he had learned, gripping his hips firmly and then just taking what he needed, what it needed to fulfill Armand's wish and just cum inside. Miles was on edge anyway, the tight ass massaging him like crazy and every thrust feeling like he could release himself every moment. It felt so good to finally do so, biting the suit neck of Spy to muffle his groans while violently adding a few thrusts, pumping more and more stuff inside. Hell, it was amazing, knowing that it was forbidden here but still somehow safe for his lover. He panted, still deep inside, but hurrying to get the plug. The lights were slowly dimmed down.
„Stay like this... just the plug.“, he whispered as everyone else was quiet now, shoving it in with a bit relentlessness and then pulling Spy back to the seats so he could sit down.
!What are we watching anyway?“, he asked and gently massaged his lover's lap with his hands, checking if he wanted or needed more, maybe didnt come and wanting to be released before seeing the opera, „I don't understand whats written on the tickets...“

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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    So Jun 25, 2017 10:21 pm

It wasn't cute but he was the silvertongue, Snipes was just the awkward anxious Sniper from another little world, nothing new and nothing to talk to such a fine lady to.
It wasn't that he was dirty... he was soaking in sweat, yeah, but it was intoxicating, he would want more and much more sex from him in the morning, smelling like that. And the little blood was okay too,  the semen coating his inner walls... but yeah, he needed the Spy to cool down, to be cleaned, to be content. The shirt was soaking wet, it didn't matter if there was cocoa or  something else on it, he could burn it and get another one, this one looking for it and just give it clean but smelling of Mike himself to his little croc and prove himself a worthy chair!
Right now Spy was trusting, he slept in Mikes arms, something another one would never allow himself, but he had fucked the light body into oblivion, smiled and cuddled closer, spooning him and closing his own eyes, his nose buried deep in the Spies hair. One day or another he would ask for a name he could call him.. not just Spook or Spy or Snake. „Goodnight my little proud one.“
It was a deep sleep for Sniper too, just awake enough to protect him from anything, wide awake as he heard the service woman knocking on the door, bringing their breakfast. „Sht... Just sleep.“, he murmured, retreating and opening the door, getting the cart in, not letting the people in, the Spy trusted him and he would be furious to know that there were people in there, when he was sleeping. With a short smile he closed the door, a little shield outside to be not disturbed and went back to bed, sneaking up to the Spy with a short yawn, cuddling close and laying on arm around him. Champagne and strawberries... those french were downright crazy.

It wasn't as if Armand was ever sceptic, well sometimes but he had been hurt to much, to many were just wanting him dead or tortured, it had been hard to just... trust. And Miles had been working on it for months, years. They had danced around, himself ever striking and fleeing but Miles had just be too patient, it had made himself curious and well, curiousity kills the Spy. Well his dignity and his would be virginity, he could be a virgin for his Sniper, sometimes he just surprised him with it.
Right now would be a good time, but he wanted Miles to love him like this, slutty and used from just this one man. No one other had caught his eye, he felt so much love, so much need he could die.
It felt good to just be pounded and now he was filled with white hot semen, feeling it inside flooding him and his hot tongue... oh it felt so good. Armand couldn't hold back enough, whining just at the moment the others were clapping and the lights went out. Damn... that was close, his breath hitched and he tried to be angry at his sharpshooter but there was no way he could be. He had just done what armand wanted.
His neck hurt, but it was a good pain, shivering and cuddling to Miles, panting trying not to wriggle too much, he toys were inside also the plug, he was full with semen and he just knew there was something leaking out and staining the inside of his suit! It would be ruined! How could he explain this to Raphael?
He panted some more, trying not to whine to get more of it, spreading his legs a bit, looking at his darkhaired lover with obvious need. „Armide... Tragédie en musique, you will like it. Je suis sure!“, he laied his hands on Miles, massaging his own cock with him. „Mon homme... you make me happy... Je crave you.“ His head fell behind, looking at Miles with halflidded eyes, trying not to moan to loud. „But I think you need to gag me... my master.“, he purred the last word, wanting to obey him and needing the thrill to just feel more, much more than this. It shouldn't be possible, but it would be. „I know le opera... I could warm your cock my love.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mo Jun 26, 2017 9:41 pm

Yeah yeah, as if he was anxious, just not that good with people but that wasnt a crime. Not everyone could be as sophisticated as a Spy. Well, normally, right now there was nothing even close to resembling anything aside from a slut being well cared for and exhausted by every meaning of the word. No way he would cool down so close to another warm body, cradled in under a blanket, just as clean and protective. Normally June couldnt sleep like this, but it was now the second time he just gave up, falling asleep closest to the enemy. Was he proud or just broken? Who knew, in fact he didnt wake again until the disturbance. Not because he heard the knocking, not even a gunshot would really have woken him, but the fact that something left, something warm.
June made a displeased sound, gripping the Pillow sheets tightly but not that eager to move, letting himself get comforted by the soft voice. It was enough to overhear the little scene at the door, still he flinched a little as suddenly someone was returning, sneaking up behind.
„Nh...“, he made, slowly blinking and starting to return to his senses. What … huh. He remembered what happened, but was too snuggled up to even react to the situation, only tensing a little as he realized the foreign arm laying posessively over him. And why the hell did he feel like someone pierced his Ass with sandpaper all night long?! He hissed some curses, moaning softly as he felt his strained muscles, moving a bit. It smelled like sex and strawberries...

Well, those hurt the worst often became the best in what they did, as long as it was related to war and conflict. It was so nice to see there was more to Armand than he had ever imagined, and how happy he was to share it with Miles. His shape shifter, his everything no matter if a virgin or a slut, bleeding or just dripping wet for him. His and only his, loving and being loved, being filled with everything he needed.
They were lucky that the curtain rose up justas his cute Spy lost it, moaning so cute he could almost cum again. Miles licked softly over the bite marks, almost like saying Sorry. And why the hell should he show Raphael the insides of his pants?! Nothing against a tailor but he'd have to shoot the old man for commenting or even looking at his Spy that way. So he brought his plugged little one to a seat, sitting down next to him and massaging his cock under the sleeve, the Spy's cum delicately collected on the tip.
„Armide … I don't know this.“, he admitted and it was not a lie this time, never heard of that story before. And he probably wouldnt manage to focus on the stage with such a tease right next to him … their hands caressing the Spy together, softly and caring. Miles smiled.
„I need nothing more than seeing you happy.“, he said, looking deeply in those needy eyes, having lost all their fierce hatred just for that one Sniper. „Get on your knees … I have an idea on how to gag you properly, come on.“
He smirked, opening his pants more than they were before, sitting down comfortably. He should bind his lover's hands but wouldnt want to restrain him too much in public.
„Come to me, I wanna touch your face. when you keep me warm.“
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Di Jun 27, 2017 12:24 pm

Unknown for the two sleepyheads their counterparts were right now Armand would trade their places right now, he knew how it felt to melt under a sniper, well not any Sniper but this Sniper. And he would have slapped him for just thinking that there wasn't more. Of course there was more! He wasn't a simple man. But he could be everything for his sniper, to make him proud, to love him and not leave him. One of his greatest fears... And one he just hated himself for it, no way he should be bounded to a person, no way one should play with him, his feelings, his body like this. But there he was and he was demanding but loving and he didn't seem to let him down. It was indeed heaven.
Hopefully he was coming a lot more than this one time, filling him up and his insides and giving him something to feel inwards.
Morron! There would be stains that couldn't be washed away, he just knew it, this was delicate fabric... It could be ruined! But that was okay, he would sacrifice his underwear to make Miles proud.
The Sleeve was.... distracting, he didn't like it and it made him somehow cranky. „Ah... forsaken love.. a womans scorn. I will tell you about it.. after the play... perhaps in a quiet minute... right now you should just enjoy it.“, he answered, not wanting to tell him anything about this play, just want his... cock. How desperate he was to come, and to the the cum of his beloved... a real slut.
And he wanted to be treated like a real slut, therefore sneaking his hands around Miles neck and taking his tie. „Please, bind me master, show me to whom I belong... Or else I need to find my pleasure in the cabin beside us...“, he was teasing, wanted Miles to be harder, forceful, there was no way he would went to the other seats to search for another willing lover.
His lips were pouted and he got down onto his knees, biting in the soft fabric and the flesh underneath, not enough to hurt, but enough to get punished. He would like to know how much toys his loved one has with him and what he would do. Teasingly he licked over the exposed tip, smirking to himself and sucking a bit. Not enough, just only the tip, purred a bit, wanting to moan and swallowing the mans hardening flesh but no... No way.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Mi Jun 28, 2017 3:01 pm

Hey no need to go to bed already, they were in Paris, the opera no less! The thought was obvious, that this hissing, stabbing, beautiful rattlesnake had not more to him than this empty shell. And Armand was pretty well in hiding his soft sides. It was no game anymore, this phase was long since passed. Miles would never just play with him, well, in a friendly way maybe but not with something so vulnerable like his feelings. Their feelings no less, he had confessed what he wanted to say and Armand was still here with him. So it was okay.
Yeah sure there would be stains but he wont for real show it to his tailor, would he? Miles would doubt some parts of Armand's sanity if he did, but still be unimpressed by that desaster and still fucking him, no need for discussions here.
„You'll have to tell me … I dont really understand the singers anyway.“, he replied, being interested in the opera but more in his little slut, his and his alone.

However, going to the neighbor cabin would not be fine, so Miles took the tie and made a nooze he swiftly placed around the Spy's wrists, pulling tight.
„You're going nowhere except for down for me.“, he growled, understanding what Armand wanted and needed, willing to give it to him. He sighed softly, feeling the hot breath, the not so gentle touches and the bite, earning the Spy a scolding slap against the temple, reminding him to be careful. Still, not too careful as Armand acted almost shy, not really sucking but more playing around. It earned him a strong hand, gripping the silky hair and forcing his head down all the way without remorse. That little slut, looking at him with those eyes begging to be fucked... he could choke a bit before being released to breathe for a moment. With his other hand, Miles put the bullet's vibration inside with one swift move to highest mode, playing with the remote.
„Don't act up, if you do well I might fuck you again afterwards.“, he sid, still having a firm grip on the other man's hair not letting him go.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Do Jun 29, 2017 11:35 am

Hm...Perhaps the opera was a bad idea, right now he was horny and needy and he loved to be played by his Sniper, it was good they were in public, somehow the rush, the adrenaline was speeding trough his veins. The danger and risk to be seen like this... intoxicating. It was a good thing the game has changed, it was honest now something a spy wasn't always cabable of but craved it with every inch of his skin.
And of course he wouldn't show his tailor the stains, but please little stupid, what a shitty tailor would he be and not recognice and smirk about them? When he was younger he had this obvious crush for his tailor, in the time a goodlooking man, of course old but stylish and proud, with the finest suits ever made. Well, he shouldn't tell Miles about it, there was no way to make him jealous... but it would be nice to take him to Raphael to show him off, somehow the man was a bit fatherfigure in the old days and it would be nice to have his blessings. Well perhaps not his blessings of ruining good suits but... of his choice of a partner.
„But of course. I will tell you everything... tomorrow.“, he smirked, knowing that he wouldn't speak this much this lovely evening and least about Armide or another scorned lover.

It was breathtaking to see Miles this skilled with his hands, his pupils dilated and he would just moan at the sheer sight of Miles tying him or someone or something up, the feeling or the reminder of fabric cutting into skin, delicate wrapped around and tight enough to not let him escape. And how he didn't want to escape, their first encounters he had wriggled like a snake, not wanting not allowing to let go, how much he had run from this feeling, from his love. He was so stupid.
It was good that Miles knew just right when to hurt him and when to reward, right now he needed a little pain, a little reminder who he belonged to and who would look out for him. It felt good to be taken this way. He purred a bit at the slap, would have laughed and teased his Sniper but right now he had a rewarding dick in front of his nose, had just enough time to open his mouth, whine at the harsh tug on his hairs and felt the strong, hardening member pushing inside, feeling himself gag and chock, he loved that he indeed was having a gagreflex if he wanted it, could go without, but right now loved how he took his breath away, he blinked his tears away, looking at Miles with a devoted, almost loving expression and moand around him, shivering as he felt the bullets moving, a whine, his eyes opened wide, that... that was the highest mode? That was torture... how could he get some bullets this strong? If it wasn't for the sleeve he would have ruined his suit by now, tried to wriggle and get away, to touch himself or... something else but there was the grounding hand in his hair and his hands were bound, all he could do was closing his eyes and starting to suck and stroke him with his tongue, trying not to whine and moan too loud.
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BeitragThema: Re: Tales of Snipers and Spys    Fr Jun 30, 2017 4:40 pm

No no, not a bad idea, it was so nice to do some normal people stuff like going out in the evening, wearing suits, but they were more happy to be together than being in the opera as it seems. Miles could not let his little horny spy down, right? And it was exciting to know they were out here, no longer in the battlefield, no longer intheir own world. He'd love this little slut everywhere they went. After all these months of chasing him, Sniper had learned to see what Armand wanted and needed, no matter what his mouth was speaking.
Well, Armand could wear another suit without some lovely droplet stains inside to not show? A good suit for a good man, it was surely made to just get fucked while wearing it. Still, Miles would only find it cute and/or funny to know he admired his tailor so much to even crave him, but would not care if the man gave his blessing or not. Even if the whole world was against them, Sniper would not let down what they fought so hard for to get - not caring what an outsider judged. But well, if Armand wanted they could go there and say hello.
"Hmhm... Tomorrow.", Miles agreed, smiling at this sinful face, knowing that Soy was now at his mercy.

He was bound in mere moments, would give Miles the option to not allow him to touch anything or direct him what to touch. It was obvious how much Armand craved this, not having to think, just obey. At first he didnt know that, always trying to escape, but once Miles caught him it was easy to show that nothing bad would happen. It was all fine.

Nah the slap was nothing too harsh, barely a reminder, Miles craved more to the other thing he was about to make Armand take. And he took it well, took it deep so to say. It was so erotic, hearing him whine, then see him choke, feeling all of it and groaning. Almost no need to hold back, the singers were quite loud and much more powerful in voice, no one aside from Sniper should be able to hear the sweet sounds caused by a thick piece muffling someones noises. Oh how he loved the way Spy looked at him with those beautiful eyes, teary and so expressive, begging for more because he knew Miles wouldnt stop. Neither would the bullet starting to mess up his slippery insides, the moaning tremble around his cock was reason enough to lean back and sigh in pleasure. Miles had not much of a sadistic side, but... he loved to know that this spy tolerated him doing it to him. Or had just no choice, trying to do something against the bullet but not allowed to.
"Thats good, dont get distracted just because something teases your cute ass.", he said, leading the man's movement with a firm grip, encouraging him to keep going, "Come on, you can take it deeper than that."
And even if not, he liked to see his face, in tears but also pure bliss, desperate for more inside than just this... Tease.
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