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"You're a virgin?"
Medic nearly catapults himself from his seat with how quickly he leans to gawk at the Engineer, his precariously-angled flute of wine inevitably splashing his lap with crimson.
His eyes are inhumanely wide in shock at the revelation, and his pupils are already blown wide from intoxication— These features paired with the way his smile exposes his pearly canines leave his friend feeling more as if he's being hunted by a panther than simply teased by a drunken colleague.
Face flushed, leg shaking in an anxious tic, Engie slumps downward in his seat.
"Well… I mean- Technically. But, look-"
Medic bursts out cackling upon this further confirmation, the brassy cacophony rasped by many rounds of alcohol and several cigarettes. He tosses himself back to the point his chair tips at a threatening degree. Engie, meanwhile, covers his horrifically red cheeks with his palms in futile defense from the humiliation. It's his only line of defense, as pointless as it may be.
He knows that he really shouldn't have said anything at all, but being drunk unhinges his jaw like nothing else. This isn't the first time he's voiced a certified inside-thought thanks to a moderate BAC, but it's certainly one of the worst.
He's never going to hear the end of this, not for the rest of his currently-mortal life. Every moment at Medic's side will be unquestionably riddled with reminders of his late-in-life virginity.
"42 years old, Dell Conagher, and you've never had sex? What are you, a Catholic monk?"
"I've- I've had sex!" he retorts with waning certainty. With his voice muffled, however, Medic can hardly understand what he's said— and thusly gently separates his palms from their vicinity to his face, "I've had sex. Just nothin' of the… penetrative sort. A few blowjobs in my youth, before I got too busy for all that nonsense."
Medic scoffs, rolling his eyes in an almost pompous manner. His arms cross themselves beneath his chest, "Blowjobs don't count as sex, Dell. Everyone gives blowjobs, but only a few people have real, gut-twisting raw coitus.”
"I feel your perspective of the statistical frequency of blowjobs is a bit…skewed, Herb."
"Or perhaps I'm skewing the average myself as an extreme outlier?"
"Those dozens of daily blowjobs ain't doin' your analytical nature much good, are they?"
"Oh- Schweinhund! Come here, you!"
Medic insults Engineer in the same breath i which he erupts into further laughter, folding forward once more to playfully slap at the other man. Engie could swear his companion was taking every excuse to place hands on him tonight: red and rubbery, cold latex, shockingly gentle— unfortunately tender for such an intimate subject in their conversation's midst. It's taunting, inviting, and unfortunately even exciting to experience.
"Name one adult man you know who couldn't have possibly ever given a blowjob!"
Engie hums, pressing his knuckle to his stubbled chin in thought.
"Our boss maybe? He doesn't seem like the type."
"Oh, please."
"Wha- Hale? You really think so?"
"Of course I do! I've met plenty of big, domineering men who loved being on their knees for me."
As he offers his counter, Medic leans back again in his chair— (though less haphazardly than previous) —and slides his thighs suggestively apart, emphasizing his claim with due dramatics. Of course, his teammate's gaze traces his movements as curiously as they always do, and consequently fall at the dead center of his crotch. Engie feels his cheeks burn red-hot for a second time.
"Is- is that so, now?"
Like a predatory animal, Medic's eyes lock onto him in turn, and then narrow to knowing slits. He beams in the most positively malicious manner.
"…Very much so."
Maybe the intimacy of those little touches really were meant to lead somewhere.
"What's stopping you anyway?" The German abruptly continues, snapping his flustered friend out from his obscene state of mind, "From the real deal, I mean. Because if it's something medical…"
Lifting his wine flute daintily, he swirls what little's left in the glass as he awaits a response, watching his companion's expression with a cocked brow and a calculating stare. Under his scrutiny, Engineer shrinks into himself, feeling miniscule and dangerously vulnerable.
"I think I just… dunno what I'm doin'," the smaller man mutters, nearly beneath his breath in such a timidly scant volume, "I get performance anxiety, since I don't have any experience. There's a lot I can learn from a book, right? But sex… sex is exclusively hands-on learning. It's out of my comfort zone."
He watches Medic ponder this response, as if he hasn't clearly had a plan brewing since his coworker's confession of inexperience first left his lips. Tapping his pointer to his chin, he pantomimes deep consideration in an almost taunting manner: excruciatingly suspenseful, invoking a will-he won't-he sort of air.
"…You're gonna suggest somethin' we're both gonna regret in the morning, ain't ya, Doc?"
"I'm just thinking, Dell. Is a man not allowed to think?"
Engie huffs, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, "It's just what you're thinkin' about that makes me nervous. You always make me nervous when you're quiet for that long…"
The German man takes a long last dwindling sip of his wine, tipping his head back to empty the miniature glass of every red drop. Delicately, he sets it aside, yet continues to draw out his silence. God, it's truly unfortunate, but with how teasing and sharply devisive he's become in this moment… Engie truly understands how he could've made so many big, domineering men kneel for his pleasure.
"I was thinking that maybe," He rests his hands curtly in his lap. One leg crosses primly over the other, "it would do you good to have someone with a substantial knowledge of this subject show you the ropes. And I imagine my, ah, unique anatomy could offer a two-in-one experience that could be especially beneficial."
"You're- you're offering to let me explore your body. Seriously? Nothin' in return?"
"Well, maybe an orgasm and a bit of aftercare, but nothing more than that. What do you say?"
The Texan takes a moment for his own brief bout of consideration. His feverish excitement at the proposal bounds forward to the front of his mind, but snags on several cautious thorns: what life-threatening fetishes might Medic try and rope him into? And what if he can't make Medic orgasm— is he going to end up punished in some way for his misgivings? Humiliated in front of his whole team?
With the suggestible, highly sensitive state he's been lured into, even imagining those sorts of scenarios has something stirring in his gut.
Is he seriously going to do this?
"I suppose we could do that."
God almighty. He's going to be eaten alive.
At the first hint of reactive movement, Engineer flinches, expecting to be pounced on like a wounded deer— but before he is a danger to society, Medic is a man of science, and he intends to go through with providing to his friend a helpful seminar before draining him of all his blood, sweat, and semen. He moves quickly, stiffly to strip each layer of clothing coating his broad figure, until he's standing to remove his pants and Dell is suddenly staring at his teammate completely devoid of attire.
There's no time, however, to adjust to the sight, nor dwell on its magnificence. Not yet, at least. He can explore every little detail when he's allowed to lift his hands.
"My reproductive features aren't very similar to yours, obviously," Medic begins, his tone shifting to something rather clinical and straightforward. Certainly not sexy, but reassuringly focused, "but I'm sure you know what most, if not all of this is. You don't have 11 phD's for nothing, ja?"
A thick lump accumulating in the depths of his esophagus, Engie is rendered entirely incapable of formulating a single word. He only nods in response, it's all he can do— though the attentive furrow of his brow confirms that he's taking careful note of every word.
"I suppose the most important difference is that this is my, eh… well it's close enough to a cock. It was my clitoris before I began hormone therapy, but since then it's grown and the nerve endings connected to it have somewhat rewired to respond more appropriately to the stimulation you would serve a penis with."
Engie has never wanted something in his mouth so badly. The little bundle of nerves is already half-hard between Medic's fingers, twitching eagerly when he runs a fingertip faintly up the velvet flesh. The Texan doesn't even realize how close he's leaned in to study it until Medic places a hand atop his head and shoves it backward (rather than forward, as he was so badly hoping).
"I don't trust a few blowjobs in your youth to be good enough experience for you to understand how to use all of this, though. Should I start from the top? Do you even know what foreplay is?" the Engineer inhales, only to be silenced with a lifted pointer, "Ah- ah. Don't answer, that was rhetorical condescension. I'm going to give you a tutorial on foreplay no matter how much you already know, since I'm sure a refresher is due anyway."
Without any warning he's climbing into Engie's lap, resting his hands on the man's shoulders to steady himself as he carefully straddles his lap. In their current position, Medic's tits are directly leveled with Engie's face, and the Texan's hands are flying up to cup handfuls of pillowy flesh before any thought to repress the reflex is even made possible. He curiously ghosts the pad of his thumb over Medic's perky red nipple, and takes note of the way the man in his lap sucks in a sharp inhale at the stimulation, the breath becoming a soft yelp when Engie pinches the bud.
"You're- You're getting ahead of yourself!" Medic scolds him. He simply chuckles airily at the annoyance in his tone.
"My bad, just… got excited. Didn't know you were hidin' such pretty things under those stuffy clothes of yours."
"My clothes are not stuffy. I am glad, however, that you seem to have caught on to the central concept of foreplay already."
Engineer lifts a brow, giving Medic's nipple a little twist as he watches it grow harder at his touch, "Teasing?"
"Well, you have to get your partner aroused somehow, don't you? I wouldn't say foreplay is constantly required, of course, but… Ah- Dell."
"When'd you get this scar, on your left boob? Wait- is this the one you got from that sentry incident?"
"Dell, stop distracting me!" Medic scolds, sounding almost like an exasperated mother, "I'm trying to explain that- foreplay also centers both you and your partner in the moment and allows you an opening to explore their body, whether you're already accustomed to it or need a reminder."
Dell hums flatly, running his fingers through the wiry salt-and-pepper hair smattering his companion's chest, "Herb, I think we're a little too drunk for a proper tutoring session here. You don't mind me touchin' you wherever now, do you?"
"You make a wonderful point, yet I remain persistent. Do you mind if I do the same?"
"Lord… Not at all."
Medic's lips curl into a wide grin. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Engie's lips.
"Then go right ahead, Liebling."
Engie's fingers twitch at the go-ahead, stiffening as he suppresses the desire to rip directly into the other man like a wrapped present. He's an apprentice in this scenario. He's learning to give something, not take. However, he still can't help but be curious about whether the silky cunt hidden beneath his thick bush of greying pubic hair is just as plush and delicious as it looks.
He contemplates sliding a hand down there, giving a preemptive feel-around to gain an understanding of the layout, but he's distracted from the thought when Medic slips a tongue between his lips and down his throat. he groans at the warm sensation, eyes flitting closed in comfort as he presses into the affection. When they part for breath, a strand of spit connects their lips for only a second before splitting in the center and falling between them. Medic doesn't wait much longer to try another taste of his lab partner's saliva. Engie hopes it tastes like wine and morning coffee, and not the joint he'd lit on the back porch just a few hours earlier.
As they lick at one another's teeth, mewling lewdly between each kiss, Medic's hands snake down Engie's chest to his belt, where he clicks its silver clasp open and unbuttons his jeans until his boxers are subjected to the chilling open air. Engie lifts his rear to assists in having his pants removed, but when his boxers are left on he only barely suppresses a whine.
"Sugar, please-" he pleads in the most ashamedly pathetic manner he's ever managed, only rewarded in turn by a titter and a patronizing coo.
"Teasing, Dell, it's teasing. You said it yourself."
Medic faintly runs a palm over the bulge in Engie's boxers, coaxing a deep, throaty groan from the man. When his companion bucks his hips to chase the touch, a sound rumbles in his chest Engie can only compare to a cat's purr, circling a finger around the head of the man's clothed cock as he dips in for several— or maybe dozens, neither is alert enough to keep count —more wet, needy kisses.
Dell doesn't understand how Medic could reduce him to this obedient, pliant state so easily, before he's even had the opportunity to unsheath his erection. The gentle touches, the hungry tongue lapping at his teeth, the soft thighs clenching around his waist has all perpetuated a foggy haze of desire in his mind that has shrouded any intelligent thought or common sense.
Medic pulls away to instead lean close to his ear, nipping at the lobe before he whispers in that acutely condescending tone,
"I didn't know you'd just melt under me so easily, Dell. I would've fucked you sooner if I knew how pitiful you get when you're horny."
Another humiliating whine escapes Engie's lungs. He feels his dick twitch at his partner's words.
With the state of mind Medic has lured him into, he doesn't know how much more "foreplay" he can feasibly endure. He needs to be inside this man more than he needs oxygen in his bloodstream, marrow in his bones. Having sex with his coworker has abruptly become his sole motivation to live.
"Herb, please-" he pleads again, his trembling hand gliding down Medic's soft, coarse-haired torso to inelegantly, desperately paw at the healer's hard-on. Medic hums in delight, rolling his hips to assist Engineer in getting him off with a bit more grace.
"Want to show me how you stroke a good cock?" the taller man murmurs, "Jerk my cock for me, Lieber. I should hope that if you can get yourself off all these years, you can get me off just as well."
Engie whimpers, brow creasing in uncertainty. It's the only split-second he feels any hesitance, much to his own remorse,
"I don't- I don't know any techniques or anything, I just do it. Worried I won't do you justice."
"Good thing this is a chance for you to experiment then, ja? Get your fingers wet with my precum then touch me, and I'll tell you what feels right."
Engineer nods feebly, his mind preoccupied by the electric shocks of excitement coursing through his body as he runs two fingers down between Medic's warm folds. When he teases the tips into his core to collect his fluids, he shudders at the plush walls of his cunt clenching around the insertion.
"You really are somethin' else…" he marvels, curiously pumping his fingers deeper into the other man's pussy.
"Dell, my cock…"
"I'm gettin' there, just lemme lube these suckers up. You're gonna let me explore in here too, right?"
"Of course I am. But please- Dell-"
He curls his fingers at a certain angle, and Medic grabs his wrist and rips his hand away with a vexed huff. The force of his restraining grip immediately whips his partner back into his place. That submissive fog falls over Engie's line of logic, like a storm rolling into a city. His personal autonomy is, once again, nearly extinct.
"You'll have to wait, Dell. Show some humility, will you?"
Wracked with sudden guilt, Engie whispers a nervous apology beneath his breath and corrects his grasp, pinching the stout base of Medic's swollen t-dick between his lubricated digits.
When he rolls his thumb in a circle around the head of Medic's cocklet, just as the German had done with him, a keening moan warbles from Medic, lending his partner a hint of reassurance. He allows his fingers to travel down in fascination, sliding the hood of the length away and stroking up the engorged bundle of nerves the same he would his own erection.
Medic bites his lip, nodding fervently, "Oh, ja… Keep going, yes."
When the Engineer touches him in a particular way, at a certain angle or a certain pace, Medic ivoluntarily jerks his hips with a squeak, the noise followed by a broken whimper.
"Ah- That-! Just like that! Bitte, bitte!"
A crack in Medic's authoritative veneer. Fascinating. Now he's the one begging?
Of course, Engie repeats the motion again, and again, until he's cultivated a properly relentless rhythm. Pushing his luck is no longer a concern, his ego having grown too fortified by his success— now his only focus is pushing Medic as close to the brink as possible.
Medic begins squirming in his hold, writhing and making reflexive attempts to pull away from the pleasure. The noises that leave his sweet, spit-glistening lips are divine, but far too loud for this little rendezvous of theirs to remain entirely undetected— though Engie could care less whether the whole team knew about this or not.
As he continues to flood Medic's nerves with rapid-fire, unforgiving pleasure, the Texan locks his unburdened arm around the other man's waist. He pulls him near enough to lock his lips around his puffy pink nipple, swirling his tongue about its circumference.
"Dell, D- Schatz, Schatzi, bitte-" Medic babbles, his half-words and fractured consonants slurring. Engie can practically see his brain melting out of his ears from the sheer radioactive onslaught of arousal— a taste of his own medicine, the Texan smugly concludes.
"I can't- I don't wanna- Noch- Noch nicht, please-!"
Taking concerned observation of Medic's frantic nature in his begging, Dell considers allowing him a second to rest and catch his breath— but the consideration comes far too late.
Without anymore warning, the German shrieks, and he's suddenly spraying a clear discharge onto Engie's clean cotton shirt. Trembling, he becomes a boneless mush of a man thereafter, mumbling faintly in his mother tongue as aftershocks wrack his legs and spine. With his one-night lover now limp against his form, completely pressed against him, Engie can feel a trickle of fluids seeping from the man’s pussy and soaking the leg of his boxers.
All he can do is sit there, wide-eyed and flabbergasted.
"…Boy howdy."
"I…I apologize," Medic soon mumbles, "I didn't expect you to be so… so-"
"Was that a good thing, that there? Did I do good?"
"Are you kidding? Dell Conagher, you made me squirt. You- Okay, listen,"
Medic jolts up to straighten his posture, adjusting his round glasses after they'd been sent askew by his prompt collapse. He clears his throat, his voice a bit hoarser now after screaming his lungs to shreds upon climax,
"Sometimes enough stimulation can cause a vagina to expel a discharge of fluids in a, ah…projectile manner. Not every person with a vagina, however, squirts. I've never once in my life squirted before! But you- you-"
Dell chortles, a strange sense of pride welling in his chest. Finally receiving some form of praise rather than implicit derision has painted his pale face an even deeper shade of red,
"Well, look at that! Not so much of a novice then after all!"
"You're certainly a precocious learner, I'll give you that. But don't think we're done here just yet!" He flicks Engie gently on the nose, though the little gesture is soon replaced by a rewarding kiss, "I suppose you've proven yourself ready for your final lesson… Lift your arsch for me again, will you, bitte?"
The Engineer's neglected dick throbs at the implications of the request. He raises his hips without a hint of apprehension, giving Medic the freedom with which to remove his boxers entirely from his lower half. As soon as the cloth is pulled to his thighs, his thick member springs to attention, standing alert and ready to finally, finally be put to proper use. Medic absolutely beams at the sight.
"Oh, just look at you!" the healer coos, swiping a bead of precum from Engie's cock slit and licking the liquid from his thumb, "I hardly gave you any attention down there, and you're already so hard for me? Herr Conagher, you just get cuter and cuter."
Engie feels his cheeks burn at the infantilizing tone. A humiliated whine bubbles in the back of his throat.
"Sorta my fault. I… I got ahead of myself takin' care of you. Didn't really give you a chance."
"You certainly didn't, did you? But I couldn't possibly be upset with you for that."
He presses another quick peck to Engineer's nose, then another to his lips, and then another, and then another deeper, much longer, much more sensual kiss. His tongue presses to Engie's lower lip until his jaws open and allow the intrusion— the same tongue he'd just dabbed with a sample of Engineer's semen, not enough to taste but certainly enough for them both to remember.
This little make-out session is driving Engie insane. He can't bear to be teased again, not anymore. His stomach feels like a tensely coiled spring that might snap to life so violently it splits the atom and explodes them both.
"Herbert…" he whispers hoarsely between kisses, between pants for breath and guttural, raw chest-noises, "Baby, you gotta let me inside you already."
Medic sighs, though his disappointment at the request is all blatant theatrics.
"Oh, already? Well… I did indeed say you've earned it. Just give me a moment then, Schatz, not much longer."
The German lifts himself to his feet, wobbling on exhausted legs toward their shared work bench. Never had the absence of a weight against Dell's body invoked such agony rather than relief. Still, he keeps what little patience he has remaining close to his heart, even as the pulsing hard-on twitching below his navel threatens to undo him. Medic wouldn't be pleased with being rushed, and he wants nothing more in this moment than to please him.
But when had the collar of his shirt gotten so tight? He fumbles with the top few buttons and yet finds himself to still be choking. A drop of sweat rolls down his forehead, even despite his workshop's almost excess ventilation, and his moist palm does little to dry it away. Waiting much longer, he worries, may cause him to spiral so severely he could begin to hallucinate within the next-hour, or lash out with uncharacteristic levels of violence if still neglected come sunrise.
Of course, his lab partner can sense his itching impatience as well, and thus takes his sweet time; rolling up blueprints and setting them a safe distance away, gathering up pencils and adding them to their respective collections in a variety of mugs.
When Medic finally climbs onto the desk, however, the sight of his spread-eagle legs and dripping, eager entrance makes Engie sway on his feet. In the sharp light hanging overhead, the dark, curly pubes encircling his pussy glisten with the remainders of his discharge. His pink hole clenches around nothing when he spreads his lips open and his last orgasm shimmers against his skin where it had smeared across his inner thigh.
"Don't get cold feet now, cowboy," he croons, "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"
Dell is quite confident he's never moved so quick in his life.
Self-restraint rendered obsolete, he disregards any concern for his strength in gripping Medic's hips, and consequently digs his fingers into the fat so hard faint bruises begin to bloom. He pays no mind to this, however, and wastes no more time on formalities or preparations. It only takes one swift thrust for him to plunge entirely into Medic's tight heat, punching a guttural moan out from both him and his lover pinned beneath him.
And the sheer ecstasy upon bottoming out is nothing short of divine. Throughout his life he'd tried a plethora of toys to simulate a similar sensation the same as most men did: plenty of cheap fleshlights and pocket pussies and over-the-top self-heating penetrable vibrators. But this: this raw, visceral feeling of rolling muscles contracting around his girth—
No silicone substitution could ever compare.
It takes a good moment of sputtering incomplete semi-concepts before Engie is capable of producing any coherent thought. The only sentence he gasps out without slipping on each letter is a painfully strained "Jesus christ, Herbie…" as he adjusts to the pressure.
But Medic maintains his cool, in embarrassingly stark contrast,
"Just in case it's been a while since you studied biologically feminine reproductive anatomy, I'd like to remind you that the essential equivalent of a prostate is a few inches into the vagina, located on the anterior wall."
"You-" the Engineer exhales deeply, the oxygen leaving him in a concerning wheeze, "You worried I ain't gonna treat you good or somethin'? Tellin' me what buttons to hit..."
“This is your first time, Dell. I have little to no faith in you making me orgasm this way, G-spot stimulated or not."
"And here I thought I was provin' to be a real prodigy. How 'bout I change your mind real quick?"
"Oh, my dear, sweet thing. I would love to see you try."
Dell rears back to angle himself carefully. The modicum of intelligence left intact in his muddled brain begins firing on overtime.
Anterior wall, few inches in…
His pace begins slow, steady; a careful in-out in-out methodical beat. Of course, he'd rather be jackhammering into the man mercilessly, but he has something to prove now. Excitement is irrelative until Medic starts making those pretty little noises again.
And Medic does start making pretty little noises, sooner than Engie had even expected. Engie finds that perfect angle to rut into him with and he's finally breathing subdued whimpers, lilted hums.
Engie's self-confidence waxes. His pace increases, the force behind each stroke multiplying fourfold. The broken cry Medic lets out at this, with his head lolling back and eyes rolling into his skull, only makes his heart pound harder with ambition. Medic's hands, soft and broad, travel down to his partner's upper back, and his fingers curl into claws, tethering himself with nails pinned into the other man's flesh.
They're closer than they've ever been. They almost feel like one being, one organism. One feral animal, abiding blindly by its most pertinent primitive instinct:
breed, breed, breed.
The Engineer's thrusts stutter. His rhythm falters and becomes sloppy. Slumped against Medic like this, rutting into him without care or calculation, invokes within him the feeling of a stray dog humping its owner's leg. This up-down of their roles has been nothing short of thrilling and confusing. He wants Medic to whip him senseless, just as much as he wants pin Medic to a wall and fuck him until he cries. He wants to be everyone and do everything, all for Medic, only for Medic.
Thoughts fail him, yet words find him. Filter dissolved, the filthiest sentences he's ever spoken are now rolling off of his tongue:
"You like that, sawbones? Huh? Tell me I'm the best your slutty ass has ever had."
Medic moans loudly in response to his words, claws digging deeper into Engie's skin. His back arches off the table. With how close he's intertwined himself with his partner, it's a miracle a bone doesn't audibly crack when he encircles his leg more securely (somehow, despite the limits of reality) around the Texan's waist.
"I know you've taken…a million men before, you- you let every man with a nice gun and a good smile cum inside you-"
"Dell, bitte- bitte mehr-"
"But this pussy is mine now, ya got that? I'll put a damn collar on you if I have to. the whole world's gonna know: you're my fuckin' whore."
The desk is rocking so violently it thuds against the wall with each thrust. Medic's cunt is making the most disgusting, delectable noises— schlk, schlk, schlk. Soaking wet, he's spilling into the surface beneath him, dribbling until a shimmering pool of vaginal fluid threatens to form.
"Dell," he gasps. It's the only word he knows anymore, the only memory left intact within his dissolved brain, "Dell, Dell-"
Engie grunts. The spring is coiling tighter in the core of his stomach. Release and detonation is imminent.
"I'm gonna cum in you, gonna get you pregnant. Gonna- gonna make sure everyone can see you're my property. Jesus christ, Herb, I'm gonna- I'm gonna make you my wife."
"Dell!"
Medic's walls cling to Engie's cock as his climax reaches apex, a blood-curdling shriek rattling out from his lungs at the sheer overwhelming force of his orgasm lightning-striking through his body. The vice-like clench of his ring of muscle brings Engie to his own brink, and in an instant a geyser of cum is poured directly into Medic's battered hole.
Their fluids mix beautifully, and he imagines paint quite the masterpiece in the depths of the other man's cunt. The sticky mix of Engie's seed and Medic's ejaculate are absolutely going to be hell to clean off the work bench, but hygiene is a dilemma reserved for the future. In the present, Engie has just blown the best load of his entire life.
He becomes limp without his consent, though it's with great fortune that his head falls to rest between Medic's breasts.
They hold each other. They hold each other for forever and a moment more. It's all they have the strength to do.
"…I don't actually want to get you pregnant."
Medic snickers. His voice is so weak now, rattled by the strain of his orgasmic scream. The doctor's laugh already rasps slightly at its ends, but the little holes in the sound of his amusement are much more noticeable now, only now after cumming within an inch of his life.
"I know, I know. Luckily, the chance of that happening is immensely low."
"We're too old, too evil…"
"You don't have to justify yourself. You just have a fetish. It's fine."
"Just want you know. Y'know? I just wanna make sure we're clear. That you know."
Engineer's voice fades, and another moment of silence passes between them, drifting on the ghostly breeze of the ventilation. He finally gathers enough energy to step away and his cock slides out with a viscous schlllick. More semen dribbles down Medic's perineum and onto the desk. He can't help but stare in fascination as it does.
He offers a hand. Medic takes it. Engie wanders into the distance briefly, seemingly in search of something, then returns with his lab partner's undershirt in his still-shaking grasp. Tenderly, he drapes it over the man's shoulders, pulls it forward over his nude silhouette to grant him a shred of modesty. Medic sighs in contentment.
"…Herbert?"
"Ja?"
"I love you. I think. I mean, it might just be somethin' 'bout hormones, but I think- I think I really do. I think I have for a while now."
Holding his coat in place over his body, the German pads the short distance toward Dell and merely… stares at him. Locks eyes with him in the most inexpressive manner.
At his position, the lamp flickering behind his head resembles a halo. He’s an angel tonight. A wicked, disgusting angel. He’s a great teacher. He’s a wonderful teacher.
"Dell, Liebling?”
"Uh…Uh-huh?"
He grins, no teeth.
"I know that too."