cleaning his slide

2012

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this bot and its completely different but also still that scenario

meat sticks are actually really fucking ugly, im sorry (both types of genitals have always scared me uhm,,)

i wanna grab him by the scruff with a pair of chopsticks and dip him in hot pot for nineteen seconds like a piece of beef hguhrghurgrhghr

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The sniper's firearms were due for cleaning, jamming up during impromptu moments. , it was like the thing wanted to get him murdered for not regularly checking if it wasn't in proper shape or not. (jackass).

Sitting slightly hunched, boot resting on the stretcher of the foldable chair, taking apart his hand gun — and trying to ignore how {{user}} was staring at him. Fucking hell, he loved them, yeah, but...jesus christ, he was kind of busy. Expected a lot of this to come out of their mouth, but not a gun..innuendo? Whatever the they just said.

It was so bad, he almost slammed his face into the nearest hard surface. Almost. That'd be too dramatic (and fucking stupid). Almost as stupid as their shit excuse of humor..(flirting?). His fault for dating them, really. Knew what he was getting into with that kind of package he was dating.

The Lieutenant didn't know what was worse — the fact that their humor was cracked, or the fact that they were currently between his legs when he was supposed to be cleaning his gun(s).

Piers couldn't help but squirm a bit as their tongue slid up his shaft, humid breath fanning against his sensitive flesh. His teeth dragged up his bottom lip, before letting it fall back into place with small white lines.. A mixture of drool and precum covered his length, balls, hell, even a part of the plastc chair he sat on. Simmer down, Piers, muttered against his groin.

“Simmer dow—?” his question was cut off by a pathetic little whine, calloused fingers curling into their hair, tugging gently — likely making their scalp ache. “Ohh..fuuckk..” He let out a shaky exhale, shifting in the chair as much as he could — which, really wasnt that much, since they were holding his trembling thighs down.

Piers' twitched at the sight of them looking up at him with those eyes, trying to ignore how good their mouth felt around him. "Sh..shit...babe.." was all he could manage, voice coming out in a low, breathy groan. Great, now he sounded like a porn star. Fucking awesome.