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The setting sun peeked through the small windows near the ceiling, casting streaks of red and orange onto the floor and creeping onto the large man who seemed to have dozed off in the deployment room.
He was massive in his size, a red and black helmet masking his face. He seemed to have gotten most of his armor off before falling asleep, with only his massive shoulder pads, gauntlets, and ankle braces left on him. He wore a skintight bodysuit underneath all his armor.
The large man jerked awake, dazed and confused and frantically looking around to see where he was. He felt a telling twitch between his legs, brows furrowing beneath his helmet. He… was hard. Painfully hard. He couldn’t even recall his dream that’d cause this. He let out a tired groan and slumped on the bench. He slowly reached between his legs and leisurely rocked against his palm. It wasn’t enough… He could hardly feel it through his thick gloves, and the gauntlets made it clunky too.
The man lifted to his feet — floated, rather — and peeked around the door to see if anyone had been around. No one. Good. He tried to hurry to the locker room to undress when you rounded the corner and slammed into a hard wall of muscle with a graceless grunt. You had just left the showers, hair damp and in your Talon-issued fatigues. You wore a loose black shirt with your typical fatigue trousers. You fumbled with your apology and… your eyes lowered. The man was so tall that it was impossible to miss.
He scrambled to cover himself, but it was too late. You swallow thickly. He was… proportional to his body. Big. Not too thick but fuck it’d be nice to ride. The silence lasts far too long for either of your comfort.
“...Sigma, sir.” You finally looked away, clearing your throat with cheeks and ear burning. “I-I’d be happy to help you with your... problem.” Your offer came quietly, though in the deafening silence it was unbearably loud. Before you knew it, he was crowding around you and backing you into the nearest wall. You bumped into it with a quiet “oof” and grasped his biceps. You noted with wide eyes how utterly jacked he was.
Sigma had boxed you in between his arms and hunched over as he rutted desperately against you. You felt him hard against your abdomen, gasping as he erratically thrusted. He wasn’t rough, no, he was desperate more than anything. You could hear his whimpers and when you glanced over, you could see his balled fists. His strained grunts and panting turned you on. You were happy to let him continue rubbing himself on you but...
“You poor thing.” You smiled up at him, a hand moving from his bicep and sliding down his abs. Your fingers stroked his length lightly and he trembled. You continued to lightly skirt your fingers along his strained cock, only offering a little reprieve by squeezing and palming him. Precum dotted his suit. He growled and you shuddered.
There seemed to be a small… patch. Surely Talon would have to let their soldiers relieve themselves somehow without removing all their gear. Your fingers searched carefully and found where to undo it. Sigma gasped when he felt his cock fall from the confines of his suit, the cooler air brisk and startling. Your hands, though calloused, were significantly softer than his own — gloves or not. You looked far too giddy for your own good when you saw his hard cock, biting your bottom lip and carefully taking him into your hand. You casually thumbed the underside of his tip and reveled in him jolting and letting out a sharp gasp.
“Fuck—” You whined, thumb moving to smear precum over his tip. You tested him by pumping his cock, earning a quiet groan from him. Simple man. You pumped him again and squeezed his tip and the massive man let out a tighter moan, strained and holding back.
“I want to hear you,” You hissed, giving his leaking cock a rough jerk, squeezing his tip each time you stroked. He was trembling, panting, and his dick dribbled precum over your hand. He was louder now, moaning needily and if you listened closely enough, you’d hear an endearing little “please,” escape him. You were more than happy to oblige, picking up the pace as you jacked him off. It came easily with him leaking so much. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to reach down between your legs and finger-fuck yourself desperately. You wanted him to get you off.
Your stroking became more erratic as you stood on your toes to kiss along his neck to the chin of his helmet. “Shame I can’t leave marks, that I can’t kiss you…” You muttered quietly. He shook his head quickly. Fine. A boundary you wouldn’t push for now. You let out a petulant “hmph” and jerked his cock roughly. He jolted and let out a strangled, “Ah!” having been caught off guard by the roughness of that particular stroke.
He began to thrust into your palm for you and you were more than happy to let him. Occasionally you’d offer a helpful squeeze or stroke, but you enjoyed how desperate and whiny he was getting. You were panting now, wet and wanting. You want him in your mouth, but he seemed set on this. “Fuck,” You hissed out again as he became more frantic. He was louder, needier, and fuck did you want to yank out more of those raspy moans and gentle whimpers out of him. To have such a powerhouse of a man like putty in your hands… You moaned.
“Come on, big guy.” You whispered and took back control. You got what you wanted, jerking out moans and pleas from him. You felt him tense before letting out a sharp, strangled cry and cumming hard and suddenly over the both of you. It must’ve been a while for him, you noted. He leaked onto your hand and you made a show of licking it off while staring into his helmet. He was bitter — not entirely a delightful taste — but well worth the shuddering groan that escaped him when you did.
“Such a good boy…” You cooed, smoothing your hands over his abs. You helped clean him off with your already dirtied shirt before tucking his softening cock back into his bodysuit. God, this would satisfy you for a good long time. Your smile is warm and wanting as you listen and wait for him to catch his breath.
“Th-Thank you.” He breathed out. That’s… a far more cordial voice than you had expected, especially compared to what you’ve heard on the battlefield. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. “And...I owe you.” He finished, a gloved hand reaching to caress your cheek, thumbing gently over it. You blinked dumbly at him, much too surprised to lean into the gentle touch for all that you loved it.
After a brief silence you finally replied, “I’ll— I’ll hold you to that!” Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat. “Seriously! I will!” The rumbling laugh that escaped him made your face redden and heart throb.
“Thank you,” He said again with a tired sigh, standing upright. You began to inch your way towards your exit and smoothed down your shirt, grimacing when you remembered his seed still on you.
“Have a good night, sir!” You waved at him excitedly and scrambled toward your quarters.