[ His adam's apple bobs in protest under the pressure as Spy adjusts himself, registering a small, choked noise. It's the slide of hips across his own that get him to tense and still, but it would be a paramount mistake to think he'd given up.
As Spy shivers and shakes his head, Scout snickers a bit, more vibration under the other's fingers than a sound. ]
Red's your color, hun.
[ He doesn't know what Spy is saying, of course, but he imagines it's something about how gross that was. ]
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As Spy shivers and shakes his head, Scout snickers a bit, more vibration under the other's fingers than a sound. ]
Red's your color, hun.
[ He doesn't know what Spy is saying, of course, but he imagines it's something about how gross that was. ]