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[The big issue here isn't getting fired. No, Spy will be fine for now, considering all that he's saved. Losing a resource as powerful as RED and Mann Co in general is a blow indeed, but Spy can get by. Right now, he's more concerned about living and making sure none of his loose ends catch up to him.

Most of the things he's taking back with him are either essential or expensive. The weapon magazines and catalogues sent by RED are still sitting in his old quarters, along with some leisure books and even some pieces of his old uniform. The suit has always been a part of his look, so he keeps some of it; they make for some decent padding for the wine stored in the trunk of his car.

With his tie slung around his neck and his jacket over his arm, Spy makes a mental checklist of all he needs. His life is pretty much stowed away in his wallet: bank cards, multiple IDs, cash, miniature cloaking device, plane tickets... He pats his pants pocket for the only thing that doesn't fit in his wallet: his passport. Not that he'll need it for the flight, but it's good to have these things just in case.

A tiny part of his brain nags at him, urging him to feel sentimental about leaving his workplace of over four years. But to hell with that - god knows this won't be the last he's seen of them.

When Scout hobbles up to his car, a mess of stupidity and arm casts, Spy is tempted to slam the door in his face and make him eat his dust trail. But, of course, the little mongrel has to pull the mother card and all of a sudden Spy feels responsible.]

I have a jet leaving in fifty minutes. You've got twenty. Get in the car.

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[It's difficult for Spy to wrap his head around the idea that Scout is continuing this kiss even now that Spy's hands are now thoroughly occupied with not tickling him. For all his boasting, he can read Scout's hesitance about the whole same sex deal and generally he respects that, as much as a man prone to flirting and pushing buttons can.

But with Scout seeming to enjoy the contact, maybe he shouldn't be so ~~guilty~~ confused. The hands on his body draw him lower, closer to the one below, as he continues to press firm lips to Scout's. He's mindful of the remnants from their earlier fight, though he opens his mouth to lick at Scout's bottom lip.]

[ Well, the more Spy kisses him, the less he's trying to tickle Scout, right? And if you're going to do a thing, hell, you might as well go all out, right? Yeah...

Scout accepts the weight with a little inhale through his nose. He opens his mouth, shivering silently under the pass of tongue over his scabbed-over split lip, and nips Spy's upper one before kissing him harder. One hand works its fingers through the short hair on the back of the other man's neck and then up, burying in the thicker stuff and flexing at the root in some semblance of control. ]

[The hand in his hair pulls a breathy groan from his throat, a sound he regrets the moment it leaves his body. He glances at his teammate to gauge his reaction, planning to kill any intent at mocking him if any arise.

He lowers his weight onto one elbow, tilting his head to part his lips a little wider in order to press his tongue into Scout's mouth. This also frees up his other hand, which he returns to Scout's neck, his touch cool as it travels up and down.]

[ Maybe not mocking, but Scout's pretty smug about it. You like that, you sonovabitch? Yeah you do.

Spy hasn't had a cigarette since yesterday, so the fact his tongue doesn't taste like an ashtray outright helps his case for putting it in Scout's mouth right now. He lashes it with the tip of his own before he tries to take advantage of the other's shift in weight, trying to roll them over by gripping Spy's hips with his knees and twisting towards the side bearing the load. ]

[The smugness he can live with. He can also live Scout's obsession with being on top, even if he will never be able to let him do it easily. At this point, it's mostly for the sake for fighting back; if Scout decides to get up, that's fine. If Scout thinks it proves him superior, that's fine too, if not incredibly mistaken.

Spy pushes back with his hips, rolling them in hopes of providing a distraction. However, he doesn't put too much pressure in the motion, so it shouldn't be too difficult to roll them over as long as Scout continues to push.]

[ Scout does seem to have an issue with being on top, though in all fairness that's mostly with Spy. The distraction, however, works on him, forcing a small grunt out of him as the motion produces a small surge of arousal.

In response he puts both hands into Spy's hair, behind his ears, and cards his fingers through. He lays his head back a moment to watch the other man's face and catch his breath as he does it, though his hips cant to grind them together a little more firmly. ]

[Now that his mouth isn't occupied with Scout's, any sound that his mutinous body produces comes out freely. It's a full whimper, and Spy clicks his mouth shut as soon as it tumbles from his lips. Spy knows Scout is attacking that spot on purpose, especially since they're face to face and Scout is watching him, and his face starts to flush. It clashes with the nose splint, his balaclava tan, and he knows he probably looks ridiculous.

He can't help it, though, and that's the worst part. The hands in his hair urge him to press their hips together more tightly, and Scout's grinding is an encouragement as well.]

[ He's already quite flushed himself, his nose and ears taking the brunt of the redness; closer to Christmas you could probably make a Rudolph crack about it. But either Scout's not bothered by it or he finds Spy's responses a lot more interesting, because his expression goes absolutely impish seeing and hearing what he's provoked. Like any rooster ( and cock-related analogies ), he's got to crow a little bit about it. ]

Hot enough fer ya yet, froglegs?

[ He digs his heels into the bed and rocks up against Spy, puffing softly as it sends a spike of pleasure up his spine. ]

You look like you're 'bout to sweat.

[ He does it again, this time scraping blunt nails over the crown of Spy's head and down the back of his neck. Whether or not Spy responds ( probably interrupting him in the middle ), Scout tries to pull him down for another kiss. ]

[Talking to hear their own voice is something they have in common, but Spy's brain is starting to short circuit. His brow furrows as he swallows.]

Pour toutes les métaphores à propos des serpents... If it's getting 'ot, per'aps I ought to strip.

[He shudders thanks to those nails as a moan rattles through his throat, coaxed out fully by the contact of their hips. The tail end of the sound is hidden by Scout's lips over his and he's grateful for the distraction. As he tries to rebuke Scout with his tongue, he reaches for one of Scout's legs to hook it over his back.]

[ It's probably one of the better, if not the best scoldings he's ever gotten, and he deserves it. He's not sure about where his leg is being put, but he's also kind of got more important things to be concerned about at the moment, namely fighting back with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He decides to give Spy's hair a break for the moment, hands sliding down the long expanse of his back until he grabs the man's ass and uses it for leverage to buck up against the man again. Mostly to see what the hell happens. ]

[Lifting his leg will also raise his hips, which gives Spy a better angle to grind down. The hands on his ass take his attention next, but he doesn't have much time to think about it thanks to the contact wiping out his train of thought. Spy rolls his hips again, panting into Scout's mouth.

It's been a while, sure, but as much fun as he's having dry humping his teammate, Spy isn't terribly inclined to go at it until one or both of them makes a mess of their clothes. He lets go of Scout's leg, not caring much anymore if it stays or not, to slide a hand up his thigh, over the ridge of his hip, and to the zipper of his jumpsuit. He reaches out to give it a tug.]

[ At this point, Scout's more concerned with getting off than how he does it, bless you libido. Considering what Spy's done for his cock before, Scout's decidedly ok with him handling it and most of the rest of his body. He'll help with the zipper, all but sparking with how fast it goes down his body. He also goes for Spy's, albeit less enthusiastically in case the other man has any objections. ]

[Spy won't interrupt Scout's hand, instead going for Scout's cock. Having perpetually cold hands always proves interesting for his lovers, and his touch is cool against the heat of Scout's erection. He gives it a few pumps, thumbing the head.

He pulls back from Scout's mouth to gauge his expression and also to catch his breath a bit. While their actions have been pretty straightforward so far, this is where it might get tricky if Scout has any lingering doubt about how far he's willing to go.]

[ Ok, the coolness might get a little wriggle of protest, but Scout's willing to be convinced by what the hand is actually going to be doing. He groans at the more direct touch, the sound making itself more apparent as their mouths part. It's his turn to be under the spotlight, and he's even more flushed than he was before, his eyes somewhere around the bare collarbones he can see now that he's unzipping Spy's jumpsuit.

His touches are a bit of a better rubric to judge by, as his fingers move hesitant but curiously down the other's torso. When he reaches down between them to try and take Spy's cock in hand, it's almost as if he thinks it's going to bite him, but he's giving it a shot nonetheless. ]

[As Scout's hand makes contact, he hums deep in his chest. For all his snake analogies, he tends to sound more like a cat in situations like these, the vibration in his throat akin to a purr.

His hips draw forward thanks to Scout's movements. He shuffles closer, using a knee to nudge at Scout's thighs to part them further. Then he settles in between them, bringing their pelvises together. If Scout can't connect the dots yet, Spy won't say anything, content to provide him with long, even, rhythmic strokes as he watches that expressive face of his.]

You're much easier on t'e eyes when you're flushed and under me.

[ The vibrations are sensual, as strange as the bass is to him. He parts his thighs enough to let Spy fit against him, and finds he can't regret it too much with the way the other's hand moves against him, despite what the other says. ]

Yeah? [ He tries not to whine it, but it does sound a little stretched. ] I think you look and sound the best when you got ya mouth full-a my cock...fff... But this ain't too bad either, I guess.

[ He splays his fingers, joining them both together in one hand ~~dicks touching, no going back from this shit~~ and trying to match Spy's rhythm. ]

F..fuck...

[ He presses his forehead against the other's shoulder, watching what they're both doing below. His hips jerk much without permission into the proceedings, but he can't necessarily be sorry either since it feels so damn good. ]

If you continue to share t'e fun, you'll find I can provide you wit' even better t'ings.

[His voice is steady thanks to years of practice. If there's one thing about his body that he takes pride in, it would be his voice and his ability to manipulate it.

So he doesn't have to guide Scout after all. He opens his hand as well, catching them both by the head to keep the contact stable. Then he rolls his hips, providing a long, steady stroke that draws a hiss out of his lungs between his teeth. It's better than Scout's twitchiness, and if Scout will cooperate and use his hands to help keep them together, then he can use that to his advantage.]

Tell me, is it better now? Tell me what you want.

[His voice is low, thick, and he leans closer to murmur into Scout's ear. Then he dips his head to press his lips to Scout's neck, just below his jaw.]

[ Scout, who prides himself on a lot of things, one of which are snappy comebacks ( even if others don't necessarily see them as such ), has nothing to say to that except. ]

Yee-ahh... Just keep.. doin' that.

[ His hand is shaking a bit, but he manages to just grasp them together and let his hips do the work for him, tilting his head just so to let Spy have a little more access to that throat he seems so taken with. It isn't going to take him much longer; he can feel heat in his belly coiling up, colors beginning to flicker just behind his eyelids when he blinks. The rhythm of his hips becomes all the more desperate. His free hand wanders up Spy's ribs, over his shoulder and into his hair again, worrying the scalp with his fingers as another moan is wracked out of him. ]

[Spy will take what's offered to him, dragging his lips across Scout's heated skin. His tongue and teeth follow soon after, then he's sucking hard, hard enough to leave a mark after.

He thrusts a steadily increasing rhythm until Scout touches his hair again. Moaning, he pushes his head into those fingers, then into Scout's neck, unsure of where he'd rather be. There's a moment where he bucks, unbidden, but then he's gathering his composure again, breathing heavily.]

Tu es bon, c'est bon, jouis pour moi, c'est ça...

[His words rumble across Scout's skin as he presses his face closer. The hand in his hair adds more to the experience than he'd like to admit, but at least it means he shouldn't be too behind his partner. His hips continue quick snaps, dragging their skin together, and it takes effort to maintain it, but it'll be so worth it. To stop himself from getting too vocal, he digs his teeth into Scout's throat again.]

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[ Scout doesn't really know what all Spy's doing to his neck or if it'll last but it feels fan-frickin-tastic. He doesn't understand what the other man is saying either ( it could be a recipe for dip for all he knows ) but he thinks he gets the gist of it from the tone and the way his hips are snapping against Scout's at a delirious pace. His Bostonian reply is about as coarse as the French is smooth. ]

Fuck yeah, Spy, c'mon c'mon--!

[ Scout can barely keep under a damn shout, and when the other man bites into his neck, pulling at the cords of muscle underneath, he has to push his face into Spy's shoulder to muffle the scream of his orgasm. His fingers tense in the other's hair as he makes a goddamn mess of them both, shuddering his way through every pulse of his cock. It feels like he just gave up five years of his life and, Jesus Christ, he's ok with it. ]

[Loud partners have always tickled Spy's fancy (aside from times they need to be quiet, which can be a hit or miss) and he prefers Scout's voice in his ear at a tone like this rather than, well, most of the ways Scout's voice comes out of his mouth.

There's satisfaction to be had from hearing the howl from Scout's lips and Spy answers with a groan of his own, his voice rolling off into slurred French swears, rough and quaking. Once Scout comes, he shudders, still thrusting, seeking release with his hips. The additional warmth and slickness help as he tightens his hold around their cocks.

It doesn't take him long to follow after Scout. He's pumping with one hand and barely holding up his weight with the other, trembling as he pushes past his peak. In comparison to his teammate, he's quieter as he comes. His moans are caught in his throat and against Scout's skin, trailing off into heavy, shaky breathing as he rides out his climax.]

[ What starts as drawing out his orgasm rather swiftly turns to overstimulation, sharp peaks of pleasure that make Scout writhe against the other man, choking out what almost sounds like a sob against Spy's shoulder. Fortunately it seems like the older man has finished too, as he feels twitching under his fingers and registers what he figures must be some sort of dirty French.

When all's said and done, he's a shuddering mess under Spy, unable to do anything other than focus on his breathing for a while. He just woke up and he already feels exhausted. His fingers stroke listlessly through part of Spy's hair as he draws his hand out from between them, wiping remnants of cum off on the other man's bare chest before wrapping the arm around the other's hips. If Spy has to rest on him for a moment, it'll be ok, but soon enough he'll be trying to roll the man off to the side just so he can have his space to recover. And so, you know, they don't start sticking together. He's learned the hard way about that one before. ]

[If Spy had the capacity to care at that moment, he would not have been happy with the state of this mess. However, he really doesn't, not right then, so he takes a moment to watch Scout with vague interest as he wipes his hand on his skin. His voice is a quiet purr as Scout draws fingers through his hair.

He is still mindful of what's soon going to be gross and terrible, so he rolls onto the side where Scout's arm is around him, trying not to settle all of his weight on it at once. Idly, he wipes his dirty hand on whatever sheet he can reach, using his other hand to rub at his eyes. Damn. It has certainly been a while.

What would be really good right now is a cigarette to top it all off, but Spy is feeling gracious, so he refrains. As he gropes around for the sheet to wipe them off, he throws Scout a sideways glance, a small, wry smile on his lips.]

[ Scout wouldn't mind if Spy had to smoke right now if only because Scout's not in any position to mind much at all at the moment. Sweet, post-orgasmic bliss. He catches Spy's glance and puffs at him, rolls his eyes, and starts a crooked smile before he puts a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes and forehead. ]

They ain't gonna wash that til tomorrow at the earliest.

[ He warns Spy, peeking out from between his fingers. His tone suggests he doesn't give a shit, however. Scout's disgusting and will be just fine flipping that part of the sheet down towards the foot of the bed. The best thing to do would to be get up and go wash off in the sink but meh. ]

I'd rat'er t'is on t'e sheet t'an my body, t'anks.

[Getting up? Nah. Spy tries to be thorough with the wiping, but there's only so much you can do before the stuff gets worse and worse.

He rolls over to do the same for Scout, propping his head up on his arm.]

So?

making my way downtown

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I have no good icon for making out

me neither. if i had icon space i would fix that but alas

15 is not enough

a true struggle

I've seen people just cheat and post an extra in the comments as an image

yeah me too but personally i don't think it looks good

nope. might as well pay up or make due.

these options arent much fun ):

lol I remember a time when I thought I only needed one or didn't use any

playing characters with masks is the worst for icons because what is an expression

I think you mean the best because one expression is all expressions

it's bad when you play against a character who also has a mask but has more icons :')

that's also true for anyone playing a character and then seeing someone else with better icons

steal them and avoid contac with the player :")))) jk jk

kjhljdsf I've done it, but credited, I think

lbr i'm pretty sure most people have done it

I don't doubt it hgh

google translate doesn't do jouir justice

one of those lost in translation things?

like one of those google doesn't want to give inappropriate slang things

not so naughty google

lmao but wordreference just does not give a fuck

wordreference u dirty slut

pffffft

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