I have terrible sunburn across my shoulders, so if any of you have been subjected to my whiney bitch fests and pissy attitude I blame it entirely on the lack of hair on one side of my head and my own stupidity (sunscreen, anyone?). In other news, this took me so long because roleplaying has sucked me into an endless spiral and I got bored of writing on my own. And so I present P&R part whatever the fuck it is today. --- "You heard me Scout." Medic said, from his favourite office chair, to Scout and Sniper who were on the metal gurney again (apparently the soft down of the beds in the main infirmary were too good for Medic's pets). Scout looked down at the man between his legs. Was Medic serious? Did he really want him to do that to Sniper? It looked like it. The German's face had split into a voyeuristic smile as he watched Scout swallow in apprehension. Both of them had already been brought to the brink earlier, but since then Medic had left them alone with express orders not to touch themselves and Scout so desperately wanted to please Medic. With another dry swallow, Scout slid into position and tried to remember how Sniper had done it to him. As Medic had already known what he was going to do with them today, Sniper had been prepared enough for Scout to just start pushing in. His breath caught in his throat at the feeling, his hands gripping hold of Sniper's shoulders and tugging him down, he was desperate for more of it. Sniper's eyebrows squirrelled together as a dark groan slipped from his mouth. Scout bit his bottom lip and panted, breath made harsh by lust and too little to drink. Both their chests heave. Medic encouraged Scout to get a move on by clearing his throat, the bulge in his trousers painfully obvious. Experimenting, Scout rolled his hips. It made Sniper hiss and buck his hips so he did it again a little faster, a little harder. Soon enough he'd built a rhythm that matched the one Medic's hand was making on his cock Their breath mingled in the air, and, as Scout looked down at Sniper, in his eyes he caught a glimpse of pain and...fear? Whatever it was it made Scout's movements stall but ultimately he did what Medic had told him to and closed his eyes to Sniper's troubles. The man underneath him could only pant and writhe, his arms and legs strapped down to the table, as Scout pounded into his abused asshole. As they both neared their end they looked over to Medic with pleading eyes. The German, seated with a leg crossed at the ankle over the other thigh, simply grinned in his sadistic glee and finished all over his slicked glove. Scout whimpered. He begged without words for his release and was granted permission with a nod as Medic's soft, pink tongue traced the line of semen down his hand. Moaning softly, Scout finished inside of Sniper and curled up with his head against Sniper's chest. The taller man was reduced to panting hard as his hips tried to push up against Scout, he needed more sensation desperately and all Medic did was sit there and smirk.