[Spy's rhythm falters as Scout's hands go over his scalp. Constantly being covered by hair pressed tightly to his skull under a balaclava in the desert sun has made the area sensitive, and he produces a strangled, weak noise in his throat, something caught between a whimper and a groan. It's so uncharacteristic of his usually composed and confident demeanor that he almost flinches.
He can't let himself get distracted, or worse, involved, and not in the way that meant wrapping his lips around his teammate's dick. While heat spikes in his stomach, he ignores it, focusing instead on speeding up his movements and applying suction. It doesn't help that Scout pushes forward, but Spy does like a challenge, fighting back by clamping his arms down on Scout's thighs to hold him in place.
The... compliment, or whatever it is, is filed away for later, though it does draw Spy's gaze back up. He isn't able to catch Scout's eyes, but he'll be waiting around, just in case.]
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He can't let himself get distracted, or worse, involved, and not in the way that meant wrapping his lips around his teammate's dick. While heat spikes in his stomach, he ignores it, focusing instead on speeding up his movements and applying suction. It doesn't help that Scout pushes forward, but Spy does like a challenge, fighting back by clamping his arms down on Scout's thighs to hold him in place.
The... compliment, or whatever it is, is filed away for later, though it does draw Spy's gaze back up. He isn't able to catch Scout's eyes, but he'll be waiting around, just in case.]