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"Snipes," Scout whined, kicking his legs against the covers. "Snipes," he repeated again in a more annoying tone, shifting uncomfortably, making the loft creak. Sniper sighed but didn't look up from his rifle.
"Sniper!"
A pillow smacked Sniper full force in the head, making him almost drop his gun as he scrambled to keep it in his hands. He turned in the booth, giving Scout a glare. "What? What the hell could ya possibly want, you little bugger?"
Scout lounged back with a groan. "My stomach hurts."
"Ya, I would bloody think so with the way you stuffed your damn piehole earlier." He put the grease-stained rag down on the table. "What the hell do you expect me to do? Rub your tum like I'm your mum?"
Scout was silent for a moment before nodding. "Ya."
"Rub it yourself."
"But Sniper!" he whined before lobbing another pillow at the man. "You're my boyfriend, ain't ya?"
Sniper caught the pillow before throwing it back up at Scout. "Ya, doesn't mean I'm required to wait on ya." He turned back around to focus on the gun, trying to ignore the pillow once again being thrown back down at him. "Now if ya don't mind, mate, I'm busy. Shut it."
"Oh, I see," Scout rolled his eyes, laying back in the bed. "When I need help, it ain't no big damn deal, but when you needed your dick sucked yesterday—"
"Okay! Okay!" Sniper grunted out. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly placed the gun on the table before standing up. The smirk that immediately came on Scout's face already made him want to reconsider. He climbed up the ladder, ducking into the small space with Scout. He planted himself between the man's legs, leaning over him until he was flat on the bed. "So, you want me to make your belly feel all better, hm?"
"Yup." Scout nodded, already reaching a hand down to pull up his shirt. His lean stomach revealed, skin a little damp with sweat, the flat surface disturbed by a swollen little pouch. He held the shirt up shakily, giving the other man pleading eyes. A hissed groan immediately left his mouth as Sniper's hand pressed down on his skin, fingers fanning out to caress the tight skin. "Y-Ya," he let out in a deep breath. "Like that."
"Mm." Sniper shook his head, a slight smirk coming to his face. He was starting to get the feeling this wasn't just about the man's stomach. He dug his fingers in harder, eliciting a groan from Scout. "You like that, don't you, Roo?" He watched the man nod and arch up to press his stomach closer against his hand. Sniper pushed him back down on the bed. "Needa stay still, mate. Don't wanna upset this little tummy anymore, would we?"
Scout whined but didn't voice a complaint, just letting out small gasps as Sniper massaged his aching belly. "Snipes," he practically moaned, his face getting redder by the second.
Sniper snorted. "Mate, I'm just rubbin' your belly. Your face is gettin' redder than Spook's when he ripped his fancy pants down the ass last week," he chuckled, stopping the massaging to pat at his stomach. "Gettin' worked up to easy."
He took his hand away, much to the disappointment of the other man. "Hey! My stomach still hurts," he let out in a whine, the noise being cut off in a groan as Sniper leaned down to press a kiss to the spot he was just massaging. "S-Shit," he cursed out, his fingers digging into the blankets as Sniper pressed a mess of sloppy kisses against him. His hips arching to rub himself against the man's leg, already hard from all the massaging. "Snipes, please don't stop." He groaned as he felt the rumble of a laugh against his skin.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said against the man's stomach before leaving a wet kiss just above Scout's belt. He leaned up again, leaving yet another one below his belly button, staying there for a moment to stick his tongue out and lap at the sweat pooling there.
Scout let out a moan, his hands releasing his shirt just to grab at Sniper's hair, pulling his tongue away from his stomach. He pushed at the man's head, trying to get him to go lower.
"Mm, I think ya want a little more than help with your stomach, mate." He allowed his head to be lowered, shifting down to let Scout practically shove his face in his crotch. He mouthed at that fabric, feeling how hard Scout was in his pants. "Dirty man you are, gettin' off on me rubbin' your tum."
Scout just tugged at his hair harder. "C'mon jus' shut up and suck it already, man." He let out a moan as soon as Sniper started to suck at his bulge through the fabric. His tongue swiping out, soaking the fabric more. "Nah, not like that!" he huffed, grinding himself against Sniper's face. "Fuck."
Sniper grabbed at Scout's hips, letting him rut against his face as he laved his tongue all over his bulge.
"Ngh, Snipes, c'mon do it properly!" He tugged hard at the man's hair.
Sniper pulled his lips away just for a moment. "Why? You're already about to bust just from this." Reached up, squeezing Scout's shaft through the wet fabric, making him whine and press himself closer. "Not workin' harder than I need to." He pinched Scout's cock again before suckling on the head just to hear him moan.
"Ain't not," he moaned, his hands pulling hard at Sniper's hair as he rocked his hips against him, small gasps slipping out from behind his lips. Sniper could feel his muscles start to tense, his thrusts starting to pick up as he bit his lip trying to pretend he wasn't enjoying it.
"C'mon mate, I know ya want to," he chuckled against Scout before tracing his tongue over his bulge.
Scout gasped. "F-Fuck," he cursed, pulling harder on Sniper. He let out a loud whine as he squirmed against the bed. Scout shook hard, humping roughly against the man's face a couple more times before falling back limp on the bed.
Sniper let out a whistle as he watched the wet patch on Scout's pants grow. "Well, would you look at that?" he chuckled, running his hand across the spot, causing Scout to flinch away from the touch, the area still sensitive. He patted the spot gently before pulling his hands away. "Next time just say ya want me to touch your Johnson."
Scout didn't respond, just turning to push his red face into the stained pillow of Sniper's bed. "Snipes?"
"Ya, what is it now?"
"My stomach still hurts."