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They were a killer, there was no doubt about it.

Yet, there was also an air of innocence surrounding them.

Engineer found it endearing; the way Pyro would ruthlessly defend him on the battlefield, tearing the other team to shreds, only to hang out in his workshop afterwards and diligently fill out children’s coloring books. It felt nice being able to provide a safe space for the firebug; hell, it was the least he could do when the other mercenary spent day after day looking out for him. Not only that, but it seemed he had become a safe person of sorts; he took note of how Pyro would often come to him for comfort, be it a nice big hug or a request for the Texan to sing and play guitar for them. He happily obliged, and even took pride in it as well. It wasn’t every day that you formed a meaningful companionship with a mumbling lunatic.

Pyro was an enigma, for sure, but they were still a person. Engineer could see that, even if his teammates weren’t on the same page.

“I just don’t get how a guy like you could enjoy hangin’ out with that freak,” Scout had once said with a wrinkled nose.

Engineer just chuckled. “To each their own, son.”

They didn’t know the pyromaniac like he did. Even if Pyro was a freak—which they were—what would be the problem with that? They were all freaks; you had to be in this line of work. Perhaps it was just refreshing to see someone who was still pure, in a way; someone who found genuine joy in the little things like collecting flowers on a nice sunny day. Someone who thought of those “little things” as momentous occasions. Something just so sweet and heartwarming, Engineer couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach when his partner-in-crime would return to him with flower after flower. He felt special, he was special.

Despite the immature displays, make no mistake, Pyro was not naive. They were smart. Delusional, but smart. The mercenary obviously had their moments when they weren’t completely centered in reality, but otherwise, Engineer saw their capabilities and was quite impressed. They were nearly on par with his own mathematical skills, demonstrated comprehension of complex ideas, and they really shone on the technical side. After all, the arsonist crafted their menacing flamethrower by themself. Pyro easily grasped concepts he would have never guessed they would, had he not believed in them in the first place. The two spent many evenings together that stretched into late nights (sometimes even early mornings) collaborating on projects. 

Sometimes it wasn’t a project. Sometimes, they’d just talk. Well, mostly Engineer would do the verbal aspect of it—Pyro would mumble, gesture, and/or occasionally scribble things down on some scrap paper. Sometimes words, sometimes crude doodles to get their point across. Engineer always understood. Always, he felt understood too.

It was one such late night, but the industrial setting of his workshop had been forgone in favor of his cozy sleeping quarters. He was settled in an armchair tucked away in the corner, with Pyro sitting in front of it on the soft carpet, head resting against the man’s knee. Various candles throughout the room danced and covered it with a comforting glow, to their delight. Engie was equipped with his guitar, halfway through their favorite song, and the firebug was content to just close their eyes and listen.

“The taste of love is sweet,” he murmured, voice low and mellow, “when hearts like ours meet..”

Pyro adjusted, scooting up so their mask was against the other’s thigh. With them being a very touchy-feely individual, such happenings weren’t uncommon. From their “chats”, Engie deduced it was a comforting sensory thing just as much as it was a show of care for the Texan. If it brought them joy and meant they felt safe with him, Engineer would indulge in every ounce of physical contact they offered. Nothing weird about good pals being affectionate.

Hell, even kisses weren’t out of the question. Pyro had started it—though it was more so just pressing their respirator to the side of their friend’s face. Engie thought it was cute, and there was no harm in returning the favor, so why not? A quick smooch here and there never hurt anybody. If anything, it boosted morale—for the two of them, at least.

Not to mention the pet names. Engineer only ever really heard one from Pyro: “Engie”. The other mercs occasionally hit him with “hardhat” or “overalls”, but Pyro never picked up on it, stating that they just sounded too mean and mocking. They did sling an affectionate “overalls” every once in a while. Meanwhile, Pyro received every term of endearment under the sun, or at least in Engineer’s vernacular: “Py”, “firefly”, “wildfire”, and “firebug” or just “bug” were his favorite to utilize, tailored specially to them. Of course, he also couldn’t go without his usual nicknames: “buddy” or “bud”, “pal”, and who could forget “partner”? They were subjected to the unusual too; Pyro couldn’t recall him referring to anyone else as “darlin’” besides themself. Not that they would ever dream of complaining.

“I fell for you like a child,” Engineer went on, strumming delicately, “oh, but the fire went wild..”

He felt a gloved hand on his leg, trailing down his shin until it reached the sliver of exposed skin between his pants and socks. They absentmindedly toyed with the end of his pant leg, fingers tickling his ankle and sneaking underneath. He chuckled. Again, standard Pyro stuff. 

“I fell into a burnin’ ring of fire.. I went down, down, down.. and the flames went higher…” He bounced his leg on beat, the other’s gloved fingers mirroring his rhythm as taps against his skin. “And it burns, burns, burns…” 

The hand was now lightly squeezing his lower thigh. Nothing to worry about. Pyro hummed softly with him.

“The ring of fire,” he breathed. The pyromaniac had rotated to face him, expressionless mask gazing up at him intensely. Engie was no stranger to being the target of Pyro’s interest; however, something about this time seemed different, and he tried to quell the fluttering in his heart. He could only wonder what they were thinking about. “The ring of fire…”

He paused as the hand slid up his thigh, but released his held breath as Pyro shuffled and merely used it as leverage to rise to their feet. Silently, they calculated the trajectory of their behind before trying to land it in the nonexistent empty space beside the man on the chair. They knocked into his guitar, producing a comical twang, and Engineer wheezed a laugh as Pyro tried to get comfortable next to him. They adjusted futilely with their legs splayed out over his.

“Ain’t much room up here, bud.” Nonetheless, he tried to create some, but it was proving rather difficult. 

Nothing could have prepared Engineer for his friend turning to swing one leg around him, now straddling his lap while the huge lenses of their mask stared deep into his goggles. His breath hitched as Pyro gingerly took the guitar from his grasp and set it on the floor.

“Oh, um—” Heat was rising to his cheeks, and he didn’t think it was solely because of the warm breaths flowing from the respirator inches away from his face. “Py?”

The arsonist put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist, leaning in and nuzzling their mask into the crook of his neck.

“H-Hey bud,” Engineer started, frozen to the spot, “what’s up?”

Pyro chittered faintly, hands relocating to his thigh and cheek. Rubber fingers cupped his face, thumb lovingly stroking his cheekbone while the other hand traced up and down his muscles. Engineer gulped. This was traveling far beyond the realm of friendly affection. He gently took them by the wrist and held them back, not rejecting the advances, but instead intending to put a pause on things.

“This may be a silly question, but, err—” He drew in a deep breath in an attempt to control his skyrocketing heart rate. “Do you know what you’re doin’, firefly?”

Pyro nodded eagerly before returning to the safety of his neck. He could hear—and feel—their soft, shuddering breaths; the closeness and heat of their body against him was doing unspeakable things to his brain. Not to mention the notions going on down south. The firebug traced a finger from his jaw down to his collarbone, slipping beneath the neckline of his shirt. They shifted, pressing into him even more, somehow. A quiet mumble made its way past his eardrums, a message only he could fathom.

Want you.

For some unknown reason, Engineer hadn’t realized he needed them dearly until the opportunity was coming on to him—sitting expectantly in his lap, desiring him too. It made perfect sense all along. He cracked a grin before wrapping his arms around them in a tight embrace.

“You can have me, darlin’.”

Pyro purred, hips rocking against him hypnotically. Even with the thick layers between them, the friction was heavenly. Engineer sighed, sliding his hands around to their waist, gently anchoring them in place for more leverage. Shallow thrusts met their movements, and he took delight in the little noises from Pyro that resulted. Engie would be a terrible liar if he said he wasn’t producing any of his own. If anyone were to get him hot and bothered so easily, of course it would be the pyrotechnics expert. 

To his surprise, Pyro took one of his hands in theirs and guided it to the neckline of their suit, making the man pinch the zipper between his fingers. Slowly but surely, hand in hand, the uniform was unzipped down to Pyro’s belt. Next came the gloves, which the firebug peeled off then discarded so elegantly on the floor. This was nothing new; Engineer had seen their hands before—it wasn’t always practical to have them equipped, like when they tried to color with a minuscule stub of a crayon. Still, they had remained reserved when it came to physical contact with their bare skin. But now, those hands fell upon him, gripping muscle and cushion, methodically popping off each button on his shirt. Engie returned the favor, spreading the top of their suit open until their sleeveless undershirt was revealed. He rubbed at their warm shoulders and pressed tender kisses to naked skin just below where their collarbones met.

“Honey, you’re beautiful,” he said in earnest. He didn’t even need a peek under the suit to know that. Pyro replied with something that was probably along the lines of take that thing off before they scooped up his helmet and dropped it to the ground. They shimmied out of the long sleeves of their uniform, bare arms then squeezing Engineer in an ecstatic hug. After dozens upon dozens of embraces through an artificial suit, to finally feel flesh against his own was divine. Pyro was so fittingly toasty against him; his nerves were ablaze as they steadily ground into his lap. 

The firebug sat back, taking his hands and setting them on their rightful place on Pyro’s chest. Their whimpers were more magnificent than any song he could ever sing. He played them effortlessly, strumming all the right chords, earning a gorgeous harmony in return. Pyro fumbled for their belt buckle.

“Need any help?” Engineer teased, reaching to take over. He slid the leather strip off of them, and it promptly joined the pile on the floor. Pyro sat up slightly, allowing the suit to fall past their pelvis, and enthusiastically waved the small bulge in their briefs at him. Engie chuckled and whistled, tracing a finger down their happy trail to the waistband of their underwear.

“Why don’t you take that thing off properly,” Engineer whispered, tugging at the remains of the suit bunched up around their thighs. “Can’t be comfortable like that, can it sweetheart?””

Pyro didn’t need to be told twice.

“And it ain’t fair that you’re more naked than me, somehow,” he continued, slipping off his overshirt as his partner stood up and undressed. Pyro giggled and went straight for his belt, hands working extraordinarily fast before yanking his pants off in one swift move. Now matching in only tank tops, briefs, and socks—plus the goggles and gas mask—it was an equal playing field. 

Engineer welcomed the other with his legs spread—and other parts erect—as they crawled back onto his lap. “Well, I’ll be.”

He slid his hands around to the small of Pyro’s back as they slowly gyrated, their lengths sliding against each other deliciously. Merely two thin layers of cotton separated their erections—two too many. Engineer let out a moan as the movements ignited an inferno within him. The pyromaniac leaned forward, head nestled into the man’s cheek while their arms braced against the back of the chair for support. A hand traveled up to the mask, cupping the side of it as they gazed lens-to-lens into each other’s souls.

“Is it alright if I touch you, doll?” Engie murmured, other hand sneaking down towards the curve of their backside. Pyro nodded against him, and their eyepieces collided with a clink before they encompassed his hand in theirs and manipulated his grasp to their behind; all the solid confirmation he could ever need. One hand squishing and squeezing, his other traveled to their lower abdomen; searching for permission, among other things. Softly and sweetly, he asked, “And down here, too?”

An incredulous chuckle sounded from within the mask. They rutted against his hand.

“Just makin’ sure.” 

He palmed at their bulge through the fabric, fingers stroking deliberate paths on the outline. A thumb rubbing at the glans produced shivers from the recipient.

“Naughty little thing, aren’t ya?” he growled, enjoying the way Pyro desperately bucked into him. “Never would have expected this from you, bug. Hah, not complainin’ of course.”

Among other kinds of whines, his partner keened with embarrassment. Nonetheless, they continued to fuck into his hand with their face buried and hidden in his shoulder.

“Mmph.”

“You want me to go under?”

“Mm-hm.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Hmm.”

Painstakingly slow, Engineer edged Pyro’s underwear down their hips until the goods were revealed. Hard and throbbing, and all for him. He swiped his fingers over his tongue before taking Pyro between his index and thumb, delicately sliding their foreskin back and forth. Just the gentle tugging of skin already had the arsonist reduced to a trembling, needy mess. There was something amiss; to put it quite frankly, Engineer was wondering where their scrotum was. Out of curiosity, his fingers traveled lower and farther, and he was surprised when they dipped into something warm, wet, and soft. Pyro gasped and threw their head back, gripping Engie’s wrist to force the digits deeper.

“Oh,” he murmured, clicking the pieces together. A smirk quickly formed on his blushing face. “Oh.” 

Pyro rocked against his hand, panting and unsteady with their movements. 

“You like that, sugar?” he rumbled, slightly curling the fingers inside of them. They responded with a stifled cry and a twitch, clutching onto Engineer for dear life. Through the babbles in his ear, he recognized a pleading request: more. That could certainly be arranged. He steadily pumped in and out of their front hole, with his other hand working diligently on their erection. Pyro whimpered and moaned, bouncing against him, breath ragged and coming in short puffs between noises. “Yeah, that’s it…”

Before long, the cries came to a crescendo. Engineer felt muscles contract, pulses throb, and fluids release as his partner trembled and leaned against him. Once the orgasm subsided, he withdrew his fingers and popped them into his mouth without a second thought. Pyro laughed bashfully and breathlessly, covering their face with their hands to avoid seeing the lewd action. 

“Sweetie, you’re really gonna act shy after all that?” Engie heckled good-naturedly, his other somewhat cleaner hand massaging their upper back. “You taste good. Wouldn’t mind seein’ that performance again.”

A drawn out whine sounded from the mask as the firebug playfully smacked a hand to his chest. Engie just laughed and pressed a kiss to their cheek, deciding to spare them from further pestering.

“Good job, darlin’,” he hummed. “You alright? Kinda cramped right here, you wanna take things to the bed?”

Still trying to catch their breath, Pyro simply nodded and gave two thumbs up. With great effort, they slid off him and got to their feet, only to nearly crumple to the floor soon after. Lighting fast, Engineer shot up and wrapped his arms around their upper body for support.

“Careful now!” he exclaimed. Their briefs had slid and were now caught around their shaking knees. “Here, I got ya.” He held Pyro up as they shifted and kicked their underwear off. With their legs weak, Engie guided them over to his bed and gingerly sat them on the edge of the comforter.

Candles on his nightstand illuminated their features; the warm gleam cast upon the firebug made them look like an angel. People made paintings and sculptures about this kind of stuff. But they were here in the flesh, on his bed, thighs parted and inviting. Pyro leaned back, very vulnerable, the wetness between their legs calling to him. Engineer had never seen anything more alluring in his life.

Time for an encore.

“Wow,” Engineer whispered before he knelt before their sex. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of their inner thigh. “May I?”

Pyro squirmed, but not uncomfortably, and asked something like what about you? Engie smiled and peppered them with a few more kisses.

“Don’t worry doll, we’ll get to that. Right now, I wanna focus on you. That sound alright?”

They nodded, reclining and relaxing, but they were more than ready to jump his bones at the signal.

Engineer gently took the tip in his mouth, tongue running circles around the sensitive nerves. The light suction on their foreskin had Pyro arching their back and digging their fingers into the covers. Obscene wet noises filled the room as the man started sucking and slurping like his life depended on it. He licked broad strokes back and forth from the head of their genitals to their entrance, intermittently dipping his tongue inside and coaxing groans of pleasure from the recipient. Engie felt the strong muscles of their thighs twitch against the sides of his face, occasionally squeezing him when he hit a particularly good spot. Legs trembled against him as he slipped the whole base in his mouth, encompassing them in warm pressure. He returned to slow movements, hands wrapped around their thighs as he fastidiously sucked and swirled around them. The firebug mewled, chest heaving, and gripped his head before promptly fucking his hot slick mouth. Engie lapped at the underside of their glans as they did so, and reveled in their unrestrained moans and desperate rolls of their hips. Soon enough, there was one more extravagant jerk of their pelvis,  followed by full body convulsions and intense throbbing filling Engie’s mouth. As it simmered down, he carefully slid his lips off, but Pyro yelped at the lingering sensitivity anyway. Engineer wiped the excess saliva (and other fluids) from his mouth before standing up, beaming.

A wet spot of precum haloed his brazenly hard cock that was straining against his underwear. Pyro tapped a socked foot against it, which brought the situation to his attention. “Jesus,” he wheezed, amused.

The firebug sat up and got down on the floor in front of Engie, mirroring the same pose he’d just been in. They curled their index finger and thumb together in the shape of O, making a suggestive gesture to their respirator, and lamented about wishing they could return the favor. 

He could happily live without it, but if Pyro ever decided to go through with it in the future, Engineer would feel like the luckiest man on earth. They nuzzled against his thigh, one hand feeling up his ass while the other swept over his bulge. Engie had to turn and brace against the mattress for support. Enough dilly-dallying, Pyro grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. The way his dick popped out was almost comical, but this was no laughing matter—they had work to do. Again, they rubbed their mask against his thighs, pressing the filter to him with smooches as they inched closer to his groin. Their hand followed suit, trailing up his skin until they met with soft trimmed pubic hairs. Pyro leaned against his hip, gazing up at him longingly as they wrapped their hand around his cock. His breath caught in his throat when they gave a slow, leisurely stroke; simply the feeling of his foreskin sliding over the tip was enough to drive him wild at this point.

“Fuck,” Engineer hissed, tossing his head back as his partner continued to fondle him. “Par–Pardon my language, whew—”

Pyro giggled as the other’s words dissolved into moans. They cupped their hand under his balls, massaging and manipulating him in all the right ways. If Engineer was art, Pyro was the sculptor. He melted into their touch, but tension coiled within him.

“Pyro—” he huffed, hands twitching and clutched onto the bed. The other purred at how gorgeous it sounded when their name fell from his lips in this context. “Py, I don’t think I can last like this. ‘sfine, just.. just warnin’ ya.” It was taking great effort to not explode right then and there, and an even greater effort to form a coherent thought, nonetheless a sentence. The response to his words was a graphic one; Pyro caressed him expertly, warm hand pumping his cock with fiery determination. Engie was barely holding it together, brought to a primitively whiny state of desire from their ministrations. Even with the dim lighting, he knew the other could tell that he was flushed beyond belief. 

There was a sharp intake of breath as he shuddered and buckled against the bed. “Fuck, fuck,” he gasped, muscles tensing as he reached his climax. Cock still in hand, Pyro directed it at themself, letting his cum paint their mask and drip down their body. Panting, trying to collect his bearings, Engineer surveyed the scene, only for the sight in front of him to send him flopping back onto the mattress. “Jesus.”

He let his underwear fall down the rest of the way as he rested on the comforter, absolutely positively dazed. Pyro appeared in his field of vision, and his aching cock twitched at the visual of the firebug covered in his fluids. He became acutely aware of the other straddling him, the comforting pressure anchoring him down to this earthly realm.

“Oh my,” Engineer whispered breathlessly, tenderly cradling the side of their face. “How’d I ever get so lucky?” 

Pyro crooned, eagerly grinding against him, bringing something else to his attention: somehow, he was maintaining an erection. A blissful twist of fate. He was just glad he’d be able to keep up with the other’s libido.

“Well, wouldya look at that?” Engie joked with a cheesy grin, bouncing his partner in his lap. “Lemme get you cleaned up before we do anythin’ else, darlin’.”

He shifted to sit up, and Pyro reluctantly slid off him; in turn, he reluctantly slid off the bed. Engineer wandered over to his closet, in search of one of his many handy-dandy rags—a clean one, which was rare. When he returned, Pyro was on all fours, arched like a cat in heat. They looked back at him, wiggling their behind more than suggestively. They got up to strip off their shirt before reclining back on the bed, looking rather tantalizing. Their back was against the covers and pillows with their legs folded over to one side, the curve of their thighs and all the goodies between on display. Hypnotized, Engie licked his lips before approaching. He gingerly brought the rag to his partner’s mask and chest, wiping everything away before it had the chance to dry. He discarded it before joining them on the mattress.

“What a shame; you looked awfully cute like that, sugar,” he mused, sneaking a kiss onto their now clean forehead. He trailed down their body, leaving smooches on scars, stretch marks, and warm skin. Hands ran from their ribs to their waist, holding on as if this wonderful moment might slip away. One traveled further down, sliding across their thighs and calves, then back up again. Fingers snuck medially, dipping towards their core. Pyro whimpered when Engineer made contact with such a sensitive zone, massaging them languidly.

“Such a pretty firebug,” Engineer murmured, hardness rubbing against their ass as he leaned over them. “God, I want you so bad. You are an absolute blessin’, y’know that?”

Elated, Pyro snickered, adjusting and letting their legs fall open. They pulled Engineer forward until the two were skin-to-skin, heats clashing together blissfully. The arsonist wrapped their arms and legs around the man, clinging on for dear life. The friction was teetering on the uncomfortable side—Engineer gently tapped them as a signal to let him up; he reared and spat downwards as gracefully as he could to facilitate easier movement. They returned to the previous position, their slick sexes dreamily gliding against each other. 

Engineer huffed with need, and he could tell he wasn’t the only one feeling the same way. Laboredly, he asked into their ear, “Didya want to take this a step further, dear?” His partner enthusiastically nodded, whining indistinctly. He pulled back with an affable smile.

“You positively sure? Can I hear a ‘yes’, please?”

“Mm. Mm-hm.”

“Alrighty. Let me know if that changes.” Another tender kiss to their forehead, followed by one to their cheek. “How you feelin’?”

Pyro presented a classic double thumbs up. “Mm huh huddah.”

The pyromaniac was a fellow of few words, but they expressed the ones that mattered.  Engineer’s grin spread wider, and he affectionately yet firmly cupped the side of their face, as if to pinch their cheek. “That’s my bug. Lemme check for protection first, okay?”

He got off of them, shuffled over to the edge of his bed, and somewhat-awkwardly reached over to his nightstand to pull one of the drawers open. He rifled through the contents for a long moment before producing a small tin of condoms. He took one out, looked it over, and returned to his partner while maintaining the same goofy grin.

“Well, I’ll be—they’re not expired.”

Pyro giggled explosively, reaching over and grabbing a pillow to thwack him with. He swatted them away non-seriously, silently plotting his later revenge. After the vicious attack, Engie returned his attention to the rubber. He began to unwrap it, but Pyro shot up and snatched it out of his hands before he could take it out of the package. He raised his eyebrows, and Pyro motioned for him to sit back, which he happily obeyed. They pulled the condom out, pinched the tip, and swiftly rolled it onto Engineer’s erection. Then, they put their hand to his chest, and lightly pushed him over. Blood rushed to his head—both of them—as the firebug climbed onto him.

Engineer could hardly process the ethereal sensation of the other sinking down on him. He didn’t feel worthy of such a phenomenon.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, a guttural growl tearing from his throat. “Fuck.”

The striking warmth and pressure had him seeing stars. As Pyro gyrated, he was still coming to terms with the fact he was inside of his best friend—which would likely be an outdated title after this. The other planted their hands on either side of him for support before swinging their hips up and down. Engineer could only grasp their arms and hang on tight for the ride.

“Pyro,” he whimpered as his partner fervently bounced, “you feel so good, baby.”

They replied with ragged breaths and sweet nothings in his ear. Warm, sticky thighs slapped against his own, rhythmically enveloping him in absurdly divine heat. A bit overwhelmed by the sublime pleasure, Engie grit his teeth and clutched their waist to will them to slow down.

“You’re killin’ me here,” he teased, enraptured in ecstasy. He thrust to match their motions, fingers gripping the tender flesh of their ass and love handles. Pyro mewled, vocalizing unabashedly as their cores met. Engineer was no quieter; the candlelit room echoed with moans and lewd noises.

Tuckered out and slowed to a stop, Pyro sat and ground against him. Sparks were flying, and Engineer was caught in the ring of fire. He grabbed at his partner’s rear to hoist them up a bit, then feverishly fucked into them. The firebug cried out in bliss as the man pounded them, repeatedly striking their most sensitive areas. The wails amplified with each pivot of his hips until they were cut off, caught in their throat as a choked sob. Pyro shuddered and squeezed around him; Engie helped them ride out their orgasm with a gentle hand on the back of their neck and even gentler whispers in their ear.

“That’s it, honey, that’s it…”

Gushing, Pyro slid off him with a sigh. They rested on his chest for a moment before they whispered back something so dirty that it had his already flushed face turn a dozen shades pinker. Then, they got up and fell back against the pillows, tugging at the blanket to get underneath. Engineer shifted to help before he joined his partner under the covers. He was stanced over them with the blanket draped over his shoulders, shrouding the two in a cozy cocoon. A loving hand moved from Pyro’s cheek, down their chest and stomach, past the soft trail of hair, and to their swollen sex. The firebug whimpered softly as he stroked them, each touch from him feeling even better than the last. His cock prodded at their entrance. 

“You want it?” Engineer growled into their neck, teeth grazing sweaty and succulently salty skin. Pyro whined and nodded desperately against him, muttering a plea to not make them beg. He was a gentleman, so he gladly obliged. Engie pressed into them slowly, the other writhing in both pleasure and impatience as every inch filled them up. Fully sheathed inside, he groaned in an ungentlemanlike fashion, “My God.”

At that point, the phrase was synonymous with the person in bed with him. He dragged his hips back before tenderly sliding into them again, and again, and again… Engineer kept a steady and passionate rhythm as his partner sang beneath him. Though the mumbles were more unintelligible than usual, he could tell that they were praying to whatever god they believed in. Between squeaks and gasps for air, of course. Nothing else mattered in that moment besides them being so close under the blankets, feelings of safety and comfort swaddling them as the two made love in the warm candlelight.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he panted, hungrily sucking and leaving little marks along their neck and collarbones. Pyro muttered mindless affirmations, absolutely lost in ecstasy. Engie cracked a grin, lips and tongue against their erogenous zones as he thrusted. “Hope I can make you feel as good as you’re makin’ me feel.”

Fact of the matter was, the man had never experienced anything better in his whole life. Not just sexually—which was amazing in of itself, don’t get him wrong. But the reality that it was Pyro beneath him was filling him with an unsurpassable glut of euphoria. Unmatched heat and softness surrounded him, the air thick with mutual trust and care. Despite initially acting on rather lustful instincts and animalistic urges, there was nothing but compassion as the two connected. That, and delightful, familiar twists in their guts.

Engineer’s rhythm faltered as he was consumed with fervor, bubbling up and threatening to boil over. Sweat glistened across his forehead. Gorgeous sounds spilled from Pyro’s mouth while the curves of his cock glided over all the right places. The two mercenaries were twisted together like a puzzle; Pyro had their legs wrapped around his waist and their arm around his back, their other hand preoccupied with personal affairs—while Engie held them close with an arm underneath them, his other hand cradling their face, elbow planted in the mattress for support.

“You take it so well,” he breathed, fogging up the lenses to both of their eyewear. He heaved a quick chuckle before wiping them off, then pressed several sloppy kisses to his partner’s mask. Feeling a tad freaky as he downright slobbered on them, he licked up from the bottom of their neck to around the rim of their eyepiece; anything to get them in his mouth, to consume every part of them. Another stifled, delirious laugh forced its way out of him before he vulgarly grunted, “Fuck, Py— Pyro, baby, you’re gonna make me cum..”

The pyromaniac nodded zealously, stroking themself and keening. While one hand took care of business, the other pulled the man on top of them impossibly closer. There were stars bursting in their head as Pyro cried out, twitching against their partner. Nails dug into Engineer’s back, grazing along his spine. Tingles coursed through their veins while a supernova localized in their core. Engie wasn’t very far behind—the symphony of obscene sounds coupled with the muscles contracting around him  were enough to send him over the edge. A string of curses blurted from his mouth before he erupted; he tensed then crumpled against the other, hips flush against theirs as he rutted and released. Pyro whined at the glorious overstimulation, shivering and arching their back. The two held onto each other for dear life, navigating the aftershocks together in a dizzy and sweltering pile. 

It felt like his whole brain had to recalibrate after experiencing such a biblical event. He took a moment to recover and get the right neurons firing again. Spent, Engineer rose and pulled out with a sigh. He removed the condom as neatly as he could, tied it, and not-so-neatly tossed it to the floor onto the rag from earlier. Too hot and sticky for his own liking, he shoved the blankets away—which his partner usually treasured, but they were in agreement with the removal this time. Fluids coated his thighs and groin in addition to several spots on the bed, thanks to Pyro’s plentiful orgasms. He could deal with that later. He collapsed next to Pyro, both of them caught in an intense glow and trying to catch their breaths.

“Good job, sweetie,” Engie murmured, an arm draped across his partner hugging them closer. He gave them a gracious kiss, to which Pyro gleefully nuzzled him back. He returned to resting his head against theirs while he absentmindedly traced shapes on their flushed skin. “You were perfect.”

Pyro’s chatter dissolved into a satisfied hum, and Engie was content to just lie there and watch the soft rise and fall of their chest.

“We oughta get cleaned up in a moment here,” he spoke up eventually. There was no dire, urgent need to; the sheets nor washer or dryer weren’t going anywhere, and he’d much rather stay and cuddle. “No rush.”

Pyro was in complete, wholehearted agreement, settling in beside him. Fingers ran up and down his back, soothingly massaging scratches and overworked muscles. Engineer reciprocated with rapture.

Yet another fond kiss to their forehead. He went on, “Y’know that one Frank Sinatra single, ‘Somethin’ Stupid’?”

The other nodded serenely.

“Well, will I spoil it all if I say somethin’ stupid like ‘I love you’?”

Pyro burst out laughing, though not mockingly, and mumbled a tune into his chest.

I love you.

Engineer may have gotten more than he bargained for, but he certainly hit the jackpot.