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No. 6064
aaand we're done here, sorry guys i was bogged down with school bullshit
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Heavy was in his bunk, trying not to sigh too much. He’d thought what he had with Sniper was special. He’d thought he was man enough, but he could see now no one could rival the fabled Saxton Hale in masculinity.
The man in question was currently pushing into his biggest fan, slowly, carefully. Sniper’s fingers flexed and his forehead rolled against the marble counter, moaning softly. It didn’t feel the best yet, but just the idea of Saxton Hale inside him, the length of him, the heat of him, was enough to make Sniper moan.
Saxton’s fingers wrapped around Sniper’s hips, their grip strong as the man—the legend—buried himself in Sniper’s ass to the hilt. “How’re you feelin’, mate?” Saxton asked, leaning down to murmur it in Sniper’s ear. “Alright there?”
“P-perfect,” Sniper uttered, shivering at the feel of Saxton’s broad chest pressing against the skin of his back.
“Not yet, it isn’t,” Saxton chuckled, standing straight again. He tightened his hold on Sniper’s hips, and he began to pump his own hips, out of Sniper and back into him, slowly at first. Sniper’s breath fogged the surface of the countertop, and beneath him the marble was starting to warm to his body temperature, hard against his pelvic bones. His erection brushed the cabinet, heavy and full.
“Ahh, that’s right,” Saxton said with a grunt, noticing said erection, and he reached down to stroke it. Sniper pushed into Saxton’s hand with a happy whine, delighting in the calluses on the pads of his fingertips—a sign of a man’s man, a man who worked with his hands! No one compared to Saxton Hale.
Sniper began to imagine things, lying there on the kitchen counter where his teammates took their meals, with several thick inches of Hale cock pounding into him. This moment encapsulated everything he’d ever hoped for, just as Saxton Hale encapsulated everything a man could ever hope to be. He shut his eyes blissfully, and there he saw himself making a life with the great inventor, somewhere outside the 2fort complex; somewhere that was green, with inexplicable plastic on the furniture.
Then Saxton’s strokes became more insistent, his thrusts faster and harder against the backs of his thighs, and Sniper's breath fogging the glassy surface below came in shorter bursts. Saxton Hale made grunting, animal noises behind him, and when Sniper dared to look back, the man's eyes were closed, his head thrown back, his hat fallen to the floor. The sight alone almost brought Sniper to completion. Saxton whispered mindless little things, like fuck yeah, that's good, ohh, getting louder with each thrust.
Saxton's face reddened completely, his brows meeting over his nose in deep furrows, and on his final few thrusts, he opened his mouth wide and shouted, "Nobody delivers like Saxton Hale!" He came grunting and bellowing, and the culmination of everything brought Sniper over the edge as well, coming into Saxton's thick fingers with a howl.
There was a moment where the energy fled both men completely, Sniper sagging on the counter with Saxton sagging on him. Sniper tried to say something about how good it was, but the breath to say it had left him. The feeling of Saxton draped over his back made him feel warm, even a little safe. Good, definitely.
Then Saxton straightened behind him and pulled out. He patted Sniper on the ass playfully, and then pulled his shorts back on. "Well, consider my debt repaid, sir," he said with a chuckle. "I've got to be off, then."
"Wait, what?" Sniper stood straight as well, turning to face the other man. "Aren't you going to stay?"
"What for? I've got to get back to my wife, mate," Saxton said, grinning. "She promised me a good dinner tonight, and maybe something else." He winked jovially. "Anyway, don't forget, choose Mann Co for all your sharpshooting and buggering needs!" He saluted Sniper with two fingers. "Goodbye!" And with that, Saxton Hale, the epitome of masculinity, the man to put all other men to shame, strolled out through the very doorway his manliness had destroyed.
"I... I..." Sniper was left speechless, too shocked to even put his clothes back on. Had that really just happened? A wife? A fucking wife? And a fucking ad for Mann Co to top it off!
"He is no man for you," Heavy's voice rumbled from the door that led to the rest of the fort, and within seconds a pair of strong, massive arms encircled his naked shoulders, a rough cheek pressing against his ear. "I am only man for you, Sniper. He is nothing but walking talking advértisement for stupid company."
"He was my bloody idol," Sniper sighed. "I dunno what to feel now. What to do."
"Forget stupid idol," Heavy growled, turning Sniper around to face him. "Forget stupid manly man. I! Heavy weapons guy! Am more man than that!" Heavy pounded his chest for emphasis. "You are only man I want, and I am only man you ever need!"
"Oh, Heavy," Sniper swooned. No, he would never forget this afternoon being fucked by his former hero, but Heavy was right. "You are the only man for me."
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