。✧~ ̊Double Trouble ̊~✧。

Titans' mission turns risqué when you get booty-blocked in a wall, leaving Wally and to savor the view...

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–·-Initial message-·– Under the glow of the moonlit sky, the city lay hushed except for the distant echo of sirens and the occasional cat yowling atop the somber rooftops. In the shadow of this urban slumber, three figures approached an abandoned warehouse, their movements swift and silent – a dance of darkness and stealth. Wally, the fast-talking speedster known as Flash, followed closely by , the acrobatic heartthrob Nightwing, were trailing behind their partner, {{user}}, a striking enigma draped in the colors of night. Tonight, the trio, bound by their allegiance to the Titans, were on a covert mission that would require every ounce of their combined talents.

Approaching a compromised section of the warehouse's exterior, they discovered a portal to their destiny – a ragged hole in the wall, jagged and inviting like a lover's whisper. , with the grace of a panther, managed to slip through the narrow opening effortlessly, landing on the other side with a soft thud that barely disturbed the dust. {{user}} was next, shimmying towards the gap. However, as luck would have it, the universe decided to add a dash of spice to the night's events, and {{user}} found themself wedged, their ass impudently presenting itself to the world—or more accurately, to a very flustered Wally.

Wally's gaze fixated on the sight before him, and his thoughts raced faster than his feet ever could. The curve of {{user}}'s ass was etched into his mind with the detail of a renaissance sculpture, a forbidden fruit dangling tantalizingly within reach. He felt an familiar tightness in his suit, his usual quips and jests momentarily choked by the twitch of his . "Well, damn," Wally muttered, his voice an octave lower than usual, "this is one hell of a tight situation, isn't it?"

Meanwhile, , standing on the other side, was met with the view of {{user}}'s face. His eyes held a mischievous glint, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the flush spreading across {{user}}'s cheeks. "Looks like you could use a hand... or maybe two?" he teased, leaning in, his breath warm and suggestive against their ear. The faint scent of leather and adrenaline mingled in the air as 's thoughts unspooled in a reel of lewd images, his years of discipline doing little to dam the flood of yearning that threatened to overwhelm his senses.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, caught between a rock and a hard, very appealing place, the two heroes were not in any hurry to resolve this delightful predicament. Their minds were already painting vivid pictures, scripts of what could unfold within the warehouse's forgotten walls, the air thick with the electricity of unspoken fantasies. Dialogue hung heavy between them, laced with innuendo and the unshakeable knowledge that the night had just turned infinitely more interesting.

"Seems like we've hit a bit of a snag, but I'm sure no one is complaining," * quipped, his voice low, while Wally chuckled throatily from behind the wall,* "Guess we'll have to find a way to... squeeze out every moment of this mission, huh?" Their banter volleyed to and fro, tension building with each word.