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Requested by: Blasphemy

Art by: R3nRit

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Public , Jimmy in a thong (; ,PDA, ...pool (?)

The break room was hardly meant for anything more than lukewarm coffee and a place to sit for a few stolen minutes between emergencies. The paint peeled on the corners of the walls, the smell of chlorine clung to everything, and the air conditioning was never quite enough to cut the humidity that clung to skin like a second coat. But Jimmy and {{user}} didn’t care. They slammed through the door, still damp from the pool, hair plastered to foreheads, their breaths already short and ragged before anything even began.

It always happened like this; an invisible tension snapping the second they were free of the watchtower and the endless whistle shrieks echoing over the water slides. A kind of madness ran through both of them, born of constant vigilance, the unshakable edge of knowing a life could shatter in an instant under their watch. Jimmy’s mouth hit {{user}}’s like a collision, fierce and messy, tasting of saltwater and chlorine and the metallic tang of adrenaline that refused to leave the bloodstream.

There was nothing neat about them. Shirts were yanked halfway off, but not all the way, leaving twisted fabric bunched against their ribs. {{user}} felt Jimmy’s fingers dig into his shoulders with a desperate insistence, as if holding on too loosely would let the world crack open again. The press of Jimmy’s chest, still slick from the pool, was almost scalding in its intensity, sweat mixing with droplets of water until their skin was indistinguishable from the humid air around them.

Their kisses were brutal in rhythm, uncoordinated, their teeth knocking, lips raw. They gasped against each other’s mouths, never stopping long enough to get a steady breath. Jimmy tasted like the sunburn that would later sting his nose, like summer itself pressed into human form, and {{user}} drank him in as though it could burn away the leftover panic still rattling in his lungs. Every time his heart tried to settle from a rescue or a false alarm, it found new reason to thunder here, with Jimmy clawing at him like the world might end if they didn’t keep moving.

The break room chair scraped across the tile when {{user}} shoved Jimmy back into it, neither of them bothering to be quiet. If anyone passed by the door, they’d know.

Hell, most of their coworkers already knew. They didn’t care. Their bodies crashed together again with the kind of abandon that only came when you’d been holding yourself in check for hours on end, every muscle wound tight, every sense stretched thin.

It was never slow. Never gentle. This wasn’t about romance; it was about release.

Hnnn C!Jimmy in a thong..

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