something so sentimental you make so detrimental

[spah]

When he was on-base, Engineer spent most of his off-time tinkering. Camping, music, or hanging around the others were always options, naturally, but the mercenary almost always had a personal project going on.

This time, it was technically someone else's project. Miss Pauling asked him (re: not-so-subtly suggested) to take a look at her moped a while back, and after they both schemed an effective way to liquify about 80 bodies, he figured - why not?

Turns out, liquifying people is easier.

Engie can be found in his garage, hunched over a purple moped and muttering details nonsensical to anyone but himself. Between engine grease and the desert heat, he shucked off his team-issued shirt and tied his overall straps around his waist, showing off a farmer's tan and old tattoos poking out through an undershirt.

Seriously, though. The thing in front of him was a mess. Save for a decent exterior, it was near-falling apart on the inside, a damn miracle it even held together long enough for Pauling to drive it here. It looked nice enough, sure, but holy hell if she didn't exaggerate the sort of noises it made. Finally, the merc sighs and stands from his work stool, tossing tools onto a roving cart and stepping to his workbench nearby to clean his hands.

Yep, he needs a break.

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[crabbmarche]

To be fair, Spy handling any kind of tools that aren't gadgets designed for various forms of murder is a pretty bad idea. He barely knows how to use a drill.

He exhales somewhat harshly through his nose at the reaction. Another brisk reminder of how pent-up he is. The voices on the other side of the garage door give him pause. But Engie knows the garage better than he does, and he's very much not worried, so Spy forces himself to push it out of his mind.

as long as the vents don't start rattling again

He's just going to push forward - literally now. Slowly but persistently. "Good," he mutters, partly in praise and partly just to say something.

[spah]

lbr soldier's probably busy screaming at his head collection anyway

Dell answers with a sharp sigh. One hand grasps the back of Spy's shirt, and the other slides up his neck as much as it can . His head bows the curve of the other man's neck and he shudders hard.

Position never matter much to Engie. He usually just went with the mood. Most "moods" usually put him on top, though, which didn't do him any favors now. It doesn't hurt THAT much, it's not his first time, but the feeling alone takes an adjustment. Just for a moment. He leans into Spy's neck and breathes harsh into his skin, silently urging him to keep going.

Praise is good, though. He likes praise. He didn't talk much during sex, but it was hard not to banter with Spy when things got heavy.

[crabbmarche]

Sorry, Dell, you're going to have to be a little more patient. Although it's excruciating to take it slow, Spy's not going to rush it. Think of it as a partial apology for letting Engie kneel for that long last time.

He stops to let Dell adjust, focusing on his own breathing for a moment. He's so tempted to just drop his pants and go for it. It's been a long time since he's been able to take charge like this (at least, that he can remember), and it's... well, the tent in his pants is pretty impressive.

He finally pushes forward a little more, stopping when he's knuckle-deep.

"As much as I appreciate the care you put into this," he says, panting more than a little, "I do like our positions switched."

[spah]

That's fair. It's not like Engineer gave Spy much prep the last time anyhow.

What's not fair, though, is the god-awful excruciating pace Spy already set. And they barely even started. A small sound between a moan and frustration chokes out of him, and the hand on Spy's neck grips at skin.

Damn if it didn't feel good anyway.

Spy's voice gets his attention, and Engie forces himself to open his eyes long enough to look down. Oh. That is impressive. He manages a weak chuckles, and he leans up to suck lightly at Spy's skin. It's a hell of a lot harder to spur this on - Spy's the one in control - but he can at least get back at him.

"I can goddamn tell."

[crabbmarche]

"I have my tells."

He could probably train himself to hide his boners better but where's the fun in that? Nowhere. It doesn't exist.

His own patience runs out pretty quickly, though. Eventually, he decides a that this is good enough and pulls out to wipe his fingers off on a rag hanging from a shelf of the dispenser. And the next order of business is to get these goddamn pants off. He unclips his belt and pulls both them and his briefs down in a record amount of time in one fell swoop.

He had a witty quip to say, but it dies on his lips. The anticipation won out over being clever. He pries Engie's further legs apart a little forcefully so he has room, reaches down to line himself up properly, and pushes forward with a sharp inhale.

[spah]

Damn daniel you just made the world record for whipping your dick out!!!

But yep. Yep. Engie forgot what he was going to say too. If he even had anything. Was he going to say something? Didn't matter, because he feels Spy inside him already and god damn.

Engie dips his head back into the crook of Spy's neck with a quiet gasp. It melts into a deep groan, and he finds his fingers clinging back to his shirt.

"Shit," He murmurs into skin. "Been a minute."

Like said - he's usually on the other end. It's been a while since he wasn't. Not like he's complaining, though. If he was, there wouldn't be a leg wrapped around Spy's hip.

[crabbmarche]

the dick can't wait!!

Spy forces himself to stop and take a deep breath, even as that sound sends a very nice shiver down his spine. "Mhm," he vaguely mumbles in agreement. But he manages to give one of those one-sided smiles as he adds, "I'll be gentle."

And to his credit, he is. He doesn't want to just jump into this, after all. So he starts to move, lowering himself to rest his forehead against Engie's shoulder as he thrusts forward, shallow but sharp. Just a warm-up for now.

[spah]

Yep, that does it. Dell sighs again, which turns into a low growl, which turns into words.

“Don’t have to.”

Rough or gentle - he doesn’t care now. Not when there’s a cock in him making him breathless when they barely started.

Between that and his own dick just barely getting friction between them, Engineer moans louder, aggravated in the best kind of way. He could barely able move his hands or hips still, so his legs do the work, slowly writhing around Spy’s hips. Spy was on his shoulder now, and Engie lifts himself up enough to breathe in his ear.

“Tu m'excites.”

check out this sick callback damn!!

[crabbmarche]

Well. That's an invitation if he's ever heard one. But he wants Engie to be able to walk tomorrow... to some degree. He does acknowledge it presently by digging his fingers into Engie's thighs with a thick groan.

He snorts quietly against Engie's skin hearing his own words echoed back at him. "Your pronunciation needs work," he chides quietly. "Ce n'est qu'un début."

With that, he decides it's time to pick up the pace just a little more. So he digs in a little harder, pushes further forward just a little faster, unable to hold back a small gasp. He forgot how much he liked being in charge. And clearly, he hasn't lost his touch, if Engie's reactions are anything to go by.

The thought makes him chuckle quietly, pressing his lips against Engie's shoulder.

[spah]

Perfect.

Engineer hisses at the nails in his skin and bites his lip to hold back a whine. It comes out anyway in choked little sounds. Still adjusting to each sensation overwhelming him, and definitely not protesting it.

Especially not when Spy goes faster, digging harder, going deeper. He gasps loud enough to embarrass himself as one leg hooks around Spy's hip and finally stays there. His fingers find purchase on the back of Spy's mask and grips onto what he can. If he's pulling hair, he doesn't bother realizing it.

His chest heaves now with every breath into Spy's ear. That white-hot heat in his groin builds faster, more and more desperate to just touch himself, and at the same time too fucked to care - literally.

"Hah," He half-laughs, half moans. "So much - so much for bein' - romantic."

Romance is when a Texan whispers bad French in your ear, okay.

[crabbmarche]

If Engineer grabs hair through his mask, it's not hard enough for Spy to protest it. Honestly, it's only fair, given that he's digging his fingers into Engineer's thighs hard enough to leave imprints. Only give as much as you can take, after all.

But Engineer's teasing forces him to pull back just a little, taking a deep breath to try and slow the pounding of his heart. Calm thyself, Spy, you've only just begun.

"I can still be romantic." See? Look, he slows down and leans in to kiss Engineer on the mouth in a much more gentle manner. He even tops it off by saying, "I appreciate the effort."

He never stops thrusting forward but moves a little gentler, just so they can actually talk. Romantic!!

[spah]

Hair pulling is one of those turn-ons that works better without a weird, smelly mask in between anyway.

Engineer groans again as Spy lets up. It's both relief and frustration, and he's not sure which one he wants more right now. Maybe he should have been more specific when he said he could go for rough or gentle.

He sighs into the kiss anyway, and laughs breathlessly as they pull away.

"I know you can, darlin'."

He looks up at Spy with a wry smile - until a thrust has him screwing his eyes shut and bowing his head again. Fuck.

"Touch me," he murmurs, trying and failing not to sound desperate for it. "Please."

yeah that's definitely not desperate dell

[crabbmarche]

God, he missed this. Being in charge, teasing someone like this. He's not usually in the business of making someone beg, but he'll consider it a perk here. He's certainly not not enjoying it - the quiet desperation in Engie's voice goes straight to his dick, and he groans in response.

"Mm - you've been good so far." Spy carefully withdraws a hand from Engineer's thigh, lowering his head to peck at his jaw. "So, since you asked so nicely..."

And he draws his fingers up, feather-light in pressure, along Engie's cock, breathing out a sigh against his neck. Just a touch for now, to see what kind of reaction he'll get.

[spah]

Definitely desperate. The feather-light touch alone has him shiver with a quiet, embarrassing gasp. He's going to be embarrassed about a lot of things later, but whatever!! There's a hand!!! On his dick!!!!!

That said: fuck you, buddy, because it's definitely not enough. He growls in frustration, then tries thrusting his hips up, just to get more.

It doesn't work much. He can barely move to begin with, but he tried.

[crabbmarche]

Aw. He can't decide if he's tickled by the reaction or emboldened by the frustration. Somewhere in-between.

Spy digs his fingers into Engie's thigh a little tighter, just to keep him from accidentally falling off or slipping. He can't give much in terms of wit this time, though, because as he presses harder against Engie's dick, he also thrusts forward as deep as he can go.

So the only thing he has to say is a strained groan as he momentarily loses his composure, sighing against Engie's shoulder before he starts moving again. His pace is hard but slow, alternating with the rise and fall of his palm. He's teased long enough, he thinks.

[spah]

Engie groans with him, no complaints about the pace anymore. This was good. Perfect.

He wraps his legs around Spy's hips tighten and dips his head into Spy's shoulder again. It's a slow and thankful enough pace, but Engie might be thinking of blueprints, schematics, the firing rate of tripod-mounted machine guns just to keep from shooting off too quickly.

Not that he'd really mind if he did.

[crabbmarche]

The nice thing about this pace is that it lets Spy play. He plays with angles, adjusting to hit that sweet spot and see what kind of noises it draws out. Drawing his hands along Engie's thighs, pulling back and kissing at his shoulders and neck, and all while being able to take his time.

Well, to an extent. His stamina isn't what it used to be, and he slows down just a little so he can compose himself.

"Do let me know when you're close, mon amoreux," he says breathlessly. Like he's not ready to pop off any minute.

[spah]

It takes a second for the question to register. Working out phong equations in his head isn't working, and his stamina isn't what it used to be either.

He moans again - mostly because he's close, partly because he doesn't want to admit that. He hasn't said much in a while beyond pants and groans, so it takes him another second to find his voice again.

"Close."

[crabbmarche]

Just what he wanted to hear. Spy squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on breathing so that he doesn't come just yet. Not before Engie does. He presses his hips forward, driving himself into the hilt, and draws his hand up Engie's cock in a long, firm stroke, slowly and intently jerking him off.

His intent is pretty obvious as he mutters quietly, "I've got you. Go ahead."

[spah]

Yep. It doesn't take long. Engineer gasps as he feels Spy hit him just right, his hand pull him just right, the murmur perfect, and he's already coming undone.

He squeezes his eyes shut and buries his head into Spy's shoulder, letting teeth graze against skin and clothing before his mouth opens in as quiet of a shout as he can muster. He almost wishes they were somewhere he could be much, much louder, but he'd be lying if the thrill of sneaking around didn't get him off as much as the sex did.

He comes hard between Spy's stomach and his own and long, almost painful spurts. Gripping the back of Spy's mask, it hits him white hot behind squeezed-shut eyes as he's gasping between each wave of incredible pleasure. He tries to thrust up again, despite multiple tries that proved moving fruitless.

Not that it mattered. It took a good while for him to finally come down, still gasping for air and moaning as he prepares to let Spy finish too.

Yep. Garage sex good.

[crabbmarche]

Maybe this close, Dell can feel how tense Spy is, desperately trying to hold back as he drives him to the limit, then past it. All through his orgasm, Spy never lets go, although he does go still as he waits for Dell to ride it out. It's so hard not to let loose, feeling him muffle himself on Spy's shoulder and the graze of teeth against his neck.

Only once Dell seems to be coming down does Spy let go, digging his fingers into his hips before thrusting up into him once, twice - and it tilts him over the edge, hissing and letting his head all forward to press their foreheads together as he finally comes.

He rides it out lazily, letting go of Dell's hips to curl his hands around his shoulders. Once Spy's finished, he surprises himself by kissing Dell gently before he pulls away and asks, "Good break, chéri?"

[spah]

Though he was ready for Spy to finish, Engie's post-orgasmic haze is quickly interrupted as he feels fingers in his hips and Spy's cock twitch inside him. Still, he moans sharply through the last few thrusts and the resulting warmth, and his hand drifts from the vicegrip on Spy's mask to a gentler hold on his shoulder as they both ride it out.

He doesn't expect the kiss. Between the haze and everything else, though, he doesn't protest, his only response a mild hum in surprise.

"Yeah... yeah," he grunts as Spy pulls away and, despite the discomfort, laughs weakly. "Could ask you the same thing, though."

Seriously, it was easier to feel how much the other merc held back after he came first. He brings his arms back up over Spy's neck and holds his bound hands out.

"Little help?"