Fuck off, you bastard! Just-just stop it!’ He moved even slower than before, relishing every twitch and
#Biting the bullet hard tips skin#
Then he repeated the action again, this timeįlattening his tongue against the Sniper’s skin to lick a wide swathe Even the Spy’s revoltingĪttempts to kiss him on the lips were better than thisįelt a huff of breath against the base of his throat as the Spy gaveĪ little laugh. God’s sake, don’t!’ Sniper pleaded, his voice coming out at a hoarse Moment the contact ended, Sniper let out a shuddering breath he Up and up and up until it reached the edge of his jaw. Sound that rose in pitch and desperation as the damp heat travelled The Spy licked a slow stripe up his throat. Tensed the moment he felt the Spy’s hot breath against his neck. Was proved right when fingers curled under his chin, forcing his headīack against the wooden wall with a dull thud. Stinging pain in his scalp was gone at last, but nothing good couldįollow. A strange mixture of relief and dread swamped the marksman. The Spy narrowed his eyes and let go of Sniper’s It was a harsh bark of a noise that ripped its way Sniper was sure he would have felt the evidence pressing up Or better yet, die.Ī moment, the Spy made an irritated noise and pulled away again.Ĭlearly he wasn’t getting as much out of this situation as he’d Wounds were clotting, or he’d lost too much blood. Sticking his shirt to his back didn’t feel warm anymore. Apart from the odd stabs of pain as the Spy shiftedĪgainst him, he couldn’t feel his hands. So cold despite the heat of the Spy’s mouthĪnd his skin. He felt as much as heard the little humming moan that escaped the BLU Tension in his stomach twisted tighter as the Spy pressed in again. The marksman opened his mouth to snarlĪn insult, only for the Spy to take it as in invitation. The Spy hissed, twisting his grip on Sniper’s hair and digging his Stale cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Sniper took the opportunity to gulp in fresh air, his breath rasping
They refused to part for him, the Spy pulled back with a glare. A shudder ran down his spine as the BLU forced his tongueīetween his lips and swept it across his teeth. His own made his skin crawl and the hairs on the back of his neck Spy pressed his lips against him again, unpleasantly damp this time. The heat radiating off from the Spy made him want toĬurl up in a ball by himself and never have contact with another damn Spy lean in towards him again and something embarrassingly close to a Wished he’d bitten the damn snake’s tongue clean off. The Spy yanked on Sniper’s hair hard, his face twisted in a snarl. On the Spy’s waist reflexively as the motion tugged at his palms. Spy jerked away with an undignified yelp.
#Biting the bullet hard tips free#
Himself free of the contact, but the grip on his hair kept him firmly Split his lips apart, pressing into his mouth. Sniper cut off as thin, dry lips were sealed to his own. Hair and dragged his head down, knocking his hat askew. The hell is- ah, shit! Get off me!’ The Spy had hitched him closer to But it seemed the Spy was more than happyĪbout it himself, is his smirk was anything to go by.Īre we Sniper?’ he asked, his voice low and smooth and Had his legs around the enemy Spy’s waist. Bothįrom his close call, and his new predicament. To the only available anchor, wrapping his legs tight around the Without thinking about it, he instinctively latched on Panicked, legs flexing, desperately trying to find a way to make them He gave a gasp that would have been a scream if it For a horrible, sickening moment all his weight was takenīy the knives. But the effects of being on the losing teamĭuring the humiliation round left him feeling sluggish and weak. When it was accompanied by him reaching down and tugging at Sniper’s
Intending, it was clear Sniper had unwittingly done exactly what he That they too could be trained to raise a leg on command if you He reminded himself oddly of a well behaved horse, in Had no idea what his enemy was trying to do but he was bloody sure heĭidn’t like it. Spy hitched his leg up further, pulling it level with his waist. Would happen if the two knives pinning his palms to the wall became Knee connected with the BLU’s hip but before he had chance to call itĪ success, the Spy grabbed hold of his leg again, hooking his forearm Sniper flinched, teeth gritted, and kicked out. When the Frenchman reached down and ran one hand along the back of It was hard to forget the pain from his hands though, He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on Gasped in a breath, the air feeling coarse as it swept down hisĬrushed windpipe. This image should hopefully give you all the placing you need.)
(Note that while this is kind of an alternative ending to chapter 29 of Foe Yay, you don’t need to have read the fic. SFW ish, but like, you wouldn’t show it to your granny. Warnings for violence and non-consensual kissing/contact.
Late submission for day one and two of SniperSpy appreciation week.