My posts have been getting shorter and shorter and I don't like that. Here have another one to make up for it. Sniper winced at the first touch of Medic’s hand, the digits directing him to look at Scout. “I’m sorry mate,†he said, prompting Scout to wonder what on Earth was going to happen before Sniper was suddenly on top of him. Medic watched, impassive, from the side lines as Scout was assaulted by nipping kisses, Sniper’s hands roaming all over his body, into every crease in his flesh until Scout was bucking into them, gasping and groaning and making all sorts of debauched sounding noises. However, the last time he was taken was firmly embedded into his mind and every so often, when the hands drifted too close to his lower half, he would squeak in fear. Roughly around the third time he recoiled from Sniper’s hands, Medic slid closer and put his own bare hand on Scout’s shoulder. This simple, comforting touch stopped Scout’s fearful noises almost completely and once Medic retracted his hand, Scout reached up and put his arms around Sniper’s shoulders. Medic wanted him to do this, so he could do this, it didn’t matter about before to Scout, so long as Medic praised him, wanted him, it would all be okay. He closed his eyes, ignoring the slick press of fingers against his ass and the odd sensation of being stretched out again. It hurt less than the first time thankfully, Sniper seemed to know what he was doing and eventually it stopped hurting completely, leaving Scout on an odd precipice between pleasure and pain. His fingers twisted and stroked, Scout didn’t know how many of them there were, just that it wasn’t unpleasant. Uncomfortable, yes, but it was bearable. Medic made a noise from where he was seated next to him, urging them to hurry up, and Sniper slid back up to Scout’s eye level. He looked at him once, a flash of pity across his eyes before he was pushing inside, causing Scout to cry out, just a little. But he was certain he was okay, Medic was there, of course he was okay.