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TF2 Pr0n! HOT SEX AT A COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE TIME
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cupiecake, I just edited and did the French
Written as a response to the prompt "HOT SEX AT A COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE TIME"
spy/scout nc17
Michael's sneaking into the red base when his comm flares up.
"Scout - "
"Scout here - "
"... would you like to know what I am thinking, choucroute?" Marie-René purrs over the link, sounding very amused with himself.
"Fucking - better be getting me intel on the Red base, you bastard."
"Oui, oui, ze way - she is clear, non? No, mon lapin -"
"I ain't your fuckin bunny, cockfag -"
"I am thinking," the Spy continues, as though uninterrupted, "of the noise you make before you come, Michael - très séduisant -"
"Fuck - don't pull this shit on me in battle, cockfag -"
"I am thinking how lovely it would be, to tie you down - make you make that noise for me again and again, mon cher -"
"Fuck you, you bastard - "
"Per'aps - ze Red Engineer, she 'as zese délicieux leetle toys, choucroute -"
"Fuck - fuck. Fuck you. Fuck you!"
"Zat is not how it goes, Michel - per'aps aftar ze battle - is zat what you want, mon 'tit?"
"Seriously - " his voice is almost cracking - "fuck you, cockfag."
"Hold you down and - hmm, per'aps I will suck your cock - would you like that, choucroute? And zen - "
And Michael runs into a wall, because he isn't paying attention at all.
Then there's soft chuckling over the comm: "Careful, hein - I would not like it if you were damaged, Michel -"
"Oh, fuck you - where are you fucking hiding, you bastard?"
Marie-René slips out of the shadows and Michael jumps, even though he'd KNOWN Marie-René was THERE. "Oh, very fucking funny, cockfag -"
Marie-René stubs out his cigarette and slides into Michael's space and kisses him, pressing him into the wall there -
"Or we could do zis here, mon 'tit," the Spy murmurs. "Hard and fast, hein?"
"Fuck - fuck, Marie, we're in the middle of - there's gotta be fuckin' cameras, and we'll get fuckin' slaughtered - fucking." Marie-René is just grinning, that same maniacal grin that he gets when he stabs someone, and Michael scowls at him. "'s not fucking funny, fuckface -"
"Zis room 'as not got a camera, mon lapin, and zere are zose - machines of ze engineer's all around us, hein? safe as 'ouses, as zey say -" Meanwhile the Spy's hand is sliding into the Scout's trousers. "Fast, zo, no?"
"Fuck, whatever you fucking want -"
The teeth come out again, the Spy's hand beginning to move on the Scout's erection. "Good boy."
"Oh - you fucker -" Michael moans, and the other gloved hand slips up to his mouth, inserts fingers between his lips.
"Shh, Michel -" The Scout bites down and tastes leather in his mouth, hears the Spy hiss, his cock sliding in and out of the leather-clad fist in his trousers - "When we are fineeshed here, in your bed, hein? But for now - ah, mon cher - nous n'avons pas du temps -"
The Scout groans around the fingers in his mouth, bucking into the Spy's hand; the Spy bites his ear - "Faster, mon ami - now, yes?" and Michael's back arches, cry muffled by leather and flesh and bone.
Then the fingers are removed, Michael's flipped around and pushed against the wall. Marie-René's fingers are wet with his own come, sliding around his hole. One finger - two fingers, scissoring inside him; his cock twitches against the cold concrete wall. "Fuck -" he mutters weakly; the Spy responds something low in French.
Fast, yeah, he fucking gets it, but he hisses when the Spy pushes into him.
"Michel - "
"I'm fine, fuck - you're such a fag, fucking do it already -"
The Scout puts a hand up to brace himself, and the Spy covers it with his own hand, black leather overlapping his own Irish-pale skin. The Spy murmurs in broken French and English, all "oui, Michel - good, good, like zat -"
He can't get it up again, but he's thinking he'd really LIKE to when Marie-Rene stills, and sighs softly on the back of his neck.
They're both silent for a moment, then - "fucking get offa me already, Spy -"
"Yes, yes -"
He's mumbling something about needing to clean up as he adjusts his clothes; the Spy grins again as he buttons up his trousers. "Zen you'd bettair hurry, non? Zis way -" He swears that door wasn't there last time they fought here, but they do construction sometimes to throw them off.
When he grabs the briefcase, he can see that the other exits have those fucking guns of the engineer's in front of them, alright - red ones. Michael shakes his head and turns on his comm. "I've got the fucking bag."
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Written as a response to the prompt "HOT SEX AT A COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE TIME"
spy/scout nc17
Michael's sneaking into the red base when his comm flares up.
"Scout - "
"Scout here - "
"... would you like to know what I am thinking, choucroute?" Marie-René purrs over the link, sounding very amused with himself.
"Fucking - better be getting me intel on the Red base, you bastard."
"Oui, oui, ze way - she is clear, non? No, mon lapin -"
"I ain't your fuckin bunny, cockfag -"
"I am thinking," the Spy continues, as though uninterrupted, "of the noise you make before you come, Michael - très séduisant -"
"Fuck - don't pull this shit on me in battle, cockfag -"
"I am thinking how lovely it would be, to tie you down - make you make that noise for me again and again, mon cher -"
"Fuck you, you bastard - "
"Per'aps - ze Red Engineer, she 'as zese délicieux leetle toys, choucroute -"
"Fuck - fuck. Fuck you. Fuck you!"
"Zat is not how it goes, Michel - per'aps aftar ze battle - is zat what you want, mon 'tit?"
"Seriously - " his voice is almost cracking - "fuck you, cockfag."
"Hold you down and - hmm, per'aps I will suck your cock - would you like that, choucroute? And zen - "
And Michael runs into a wall, because he isn't paying attention at all.
Then there's soft chuckling over the comm: "Careful, hein - I would not like it if you were damaged, Michel -"
"Oh, fuck you - where are you fucking hiding, you bastard?"
Marie-René slips out of the shadows and Michael jumps, even though he'd KNOWN Marie-René was THERE. "Oh, very fucking funny, cockfag -"
Marie-René stubs out his cigarette and slides into Michael's space and kisses him, pressing him into the wall there -
"Or we could do zis here, mon 'tit," the Spy murmurs. "Hard and fast, hein?"
"Fuck - fuck, Marie, we're in the middle of - there's gotta be fuckin' cameras, and we'll get fuckin' slaughtered - fucking." Marie-René is just grinning, that same maniacal grin that he gets when he stabs someone, and Michael scowls at him. "'s not fucking funny, fuckface -"
"Zis room 'as not got a camera, mon lapin, and zere are zose - machines of ze engineer's all around us, hein? safe as 'ouses, as zey say -" Meanwhile the Spy's hand is sliding into the Scout's trousers. "Fast, zo, no?"
"Fuck, whatever you fucking want -"
The teeth come out again, the Spy's hand beginning to move on the Scout's erection. "Good boy."
"Oh - you fucker -" Michael moans, and the other gloved hand slips up to his mouth, inserts fingers between his lips.
"Shh, Michel -" The Scout bites down and tastes leather in his mouth, hears the Spy hiss, his cock sliding in and out of the leather-clad fist in his trousers - "When we are fineeshed here, in your bed, hein? But for now - ah, mon cher - nous n'avons pas du temps -"
The Scout groans around the fingers in his mouth, bucking into the Spy's hand; the Spy bites his ear - "Faster, mon ami - now, yes?" and Michael's back arches, cry muffled by leather and flesh and bone.
Then the fingers are removed, Michael's flipped around and pushed against the wall. Marie-René's fingers are wet with his own come, sliding around his hole. One finger - two fingers, scissoring inside him; his cock twitches against the cold concrete wall. "Fuck -" he mutters weakly; the Spy responds something low in French.
Fast, yeah, he fucking gets it, but he hisses when the Spy pushes into him.
"Michel - "
"I'm fine, fuck - you're such a fag, fucking do it already -"
The Scout puts a hand up to brace himself, and the Spy covers it with his own hand, black leather overlapping his own Irish-pale skin. The Spy murmurs in broken French and English, all "oui, Michel - good, good, like zat -"
He can't get it up again, but he's thinking he'd really LIKE to when Marie-Rene stills, and sighs softly on the back of his neck.
They're both silent for a moment, then - "fucking get offa me already, Spy -"
"Yes, yes -"
He's mumbling something about needing to clean up as he adjusts his clothes; the Spy grins again as he buttons up his trousers. "Zen you'd bettair hurry, non? Zis way -" He swears that door wasn't there last time they fought here, but they do construction sometimes to throw them off.
When he grabs the briefcase, he can see that the other exits have those fucking guns of the engineer's in front of them, alright - red ones. Michael shakes his head and turns on his comm. "I've got the fucking bag."