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Twilight was almost finished with his work for the day. It was getting to be later on in the evening, sunset having long since passed, and the last thing on his list was just setting up surveillance in a phone booth. WISE had cracked an Ostanian coded message ordering an agent to use that particular phone booth later in the early hours of the morning. Twilight had been outfitted with a few specialty recording devices for the purpose in order to ensure they could capture everything. First was a fake spider web with a fly caught in it, the body of the fly containing a camera; he carefully arranged that in one corner of the ceiling. Next was a fake wad of gum, which contained a microphone; that was pressed onto the underside of the metal coin operator. Finally, all that was left was to remove the black square button from the number pad and replace it with a custom-fitted lookalike that had another camera behind it.
It had been a long day and he was eager to get this last thing taken care of. But the damn thing just wasn’t… fitting into the open slot quite right…
After struggling to get it to go in at the correct angle, at last it popped into place. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned around and-
Yor was there.
Only his severe training to contain outward displays of emotion kept him from jumping. His wife was standing outside the booth, looking surprised but happy to see him.
Well, this phone booth did happen to be along the route Yor walked home from the train station, and she had said she would be working a little later than usual - it shouldn’t have been too surprising, except that Twilight was always caught off guard by how he could never quite clock her presence like he could other people.
Yor opened the door and stepped inside with him, the small dimensions of the booth necessitating that she move completely into his space as the door shut behind her. She flushed with an endearing little nervous giggle as she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “It’s late, I didn’t think we would be able to walk home together today.”
Shifting back to her husband Loid, he smiled and said, “Well I had to make a call to the hospital suddenly, and it took a bit longer than expected. It’s lucky the timing worked out.”
Yor hummed in agreement and kissed his cheek again, closer to his nose. “Lucky.” She moved down to kiss the corner of his mouth and whispered against his lips, “Anya’s already home by now.”
Loid had enough self-control not to glance up at the fly camera in the corner, but it was a near thing.
“We’re in public,” he chided her gently.
Her cheeks colored red, but nevertheless her eyes had already taken on that darker, determined shade and she replied, “I don’t see anyone around. Do you?”
Sure enough, it was late and the street was empty. Their only voyeurs were the cameras. He couldn’t tell her about them, obviously, so there was really no way he could reasonably deny her implied request.
Well. It wasn’t like the cameras were broadcasting. They were just recording to the device and would be retrieved later. If Loid erased a bit of unnecessary footage before handing them over, no one would ask any questions. He could afford to indulge his wife a little. After all, although they had now mutually agreed to transition their fake relationship into a real one, it wouldn’t do to treat it with any less care than before. If their real relationship suffered, it could doom Operation Strix just as easily as neglecting any other part of his meticulous cover. If anything, a real relationship meant any conflict between them would be that much more difficult to resolve, so the stakes were higher than ever before!
Not to mention, Yor was never more beautiful than when she was happy. It was good fortune that this fact aligned with the mission so neatly.
He bit the fingertip of his glove and pulled it off in one easy movement (he may or may not have noticed how his wife’s eyes always zoned in whenever he did this and he may or may not have been doing it more recently). Putting it away in his pocket, he cupped Yor’s face and kissed her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tucked herself into his chest as their mouths fit together, a sweet give-and-take of friction that bloomed into a buzzing warmth between them.
Her fists were loosely curled in his shirt at first, letting him lead, but then her fingers spread out over his chest and she bit his lower lip. She was pushing him, gentle but insistent, nudging his back against the wall as she slid her tongue into his mouth. Her palms drifted down, feeling along his sides and then coming around to brush over his ass.
An alarm bell started ringing in some far-off corner of Loid’s mind, but he dismissed it. They might have been alone at the moment, but they were still in public, surely his easily embarrassed wife wouldn’t-
Somehow his belt was unbuckled and her hands were slipping under his pants to grope his ass properly. She gave him a pinch and he broke away from her lips with a hiss.
“Yor!” he blurted out, feeling heat brush the tips of his ears. “Shouldn’t we hold off until we get home?”
Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, but there wasn’t a single hint of shame in her black gaze. “No one will notice.” She leaned up to nip at his ear, making him shiver. “Anya’s at home, we’d have to wait until bedtime and you’re being so cute right now…” She gave his ass another appreciative squeeze. “I can’t wait that long.”
Loid took a tenth of a second to do some quick calculations. This was extremely embarrassing, and potentially a minor crime, but keeping his wife happy was paramount to the success of Operation Strix. There was a slim possibility this could interfere with the surveillance mission, and catching an enemy agent in the act (phrasing, Twilight!) was important, but it was ultimately secondary to Strix. There was the uncomfortable knowledge of the cameras to reckon with, but he had already intended to cut the unnecessary parts of the footage anyway so it shouldn’t become an issue.
Also. Yor’s eyes on him were making it kind of hard to think of more reasons to stop. Her expression was so intense. He was clearly endangering himself unnecessarily if he were to risk making her hold off. He shuddered to think what she would do to him after Anya was put to bed.
… On second thought…
… No, he had to get it together, he was a spy! Mitigation of risk was one of the most basic priorities!
“Okay,” he said, and the word had barely left his lips before Yor was kissing him again. She kissed him until a normal man would have run out of oxygen and then mouthed down his jaw, kissing his chin before biting him high on his throat.
The noise he made was not one he would have thought himself capable, had it not been for the efforts of his wife.
His hips jerked against her leg, letting out a breathy, “Yor.” He felt her smile against his neck.
Her hands flew to his arms and suddenly he was spun around and shoved face-first into the wall, his cheek and nose smushing awkwardly against the glass window. The street outside was dark so the light from inside the booth turned the window into a mirror. He caught a glimpse of his own face as Yor reached around to palm his aching cock - dazed, mouth hanging open around his gasping breaths, something shamefully needy rising to the surface and unfurling under his skin in strokes of red heat. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his chin to press his forehead to the cool glass, feeling his panting collect on the surface in a thin wet frost.
The camera’s gaze was on him, seeing him unravel in plain sight. He decided not to examine how that knowledge made his blood burn hotter.
Yor loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt, not nearly enough for him to disrobe, but giving her just enough room to get his collar out of the way so she could kiss the crook of his neck and bite a little lower. Her hand dipped into the opening and groped his chest, massaging at his pec as if putting the firmness of his muscle to the test. Loid bit his lip but was unable to keep a whine from escaping.
“My husband is so cute,” Yor mumbled against his skin. She pushed her thigh between his legs and he jolted, bucking down into the pressure and clenching his fists against the glass. “Shh, shh, shh, I’ll take care of you.”
She reached down and undid his zipper, easing his pants over his hips just enough. After another beat, her wet finger pressed into his hole and he knocked his head on the glass with a hiss.
Why did she have lube?! Did she plan this?! Oh no - did she know he was a spy? Did she know about the operation? Was she here specifically to distract him so that she could sabotage-
A second finger pushed in - embarrassingly easy - and they thrust in deep, rubbing and working his insides, his toes curling in his shoes as he gasped and squirmed.
He needed to tell her to go easy, he had to stay conscious and alert, he needed to be able to circle back after this to reset the cameras-
She homed in on his prostate, massaging it with firmly tender strokes, and he could feel his cock leaking in his underwear as he moaned and rocked back against her. It was fine, he… Operation Strix was…
“I’m sorry,” Yor whispered, kissing the spot below his ear. “I lied, I didn’t have to work late, I was getting something for you…”
Her fingers eased out of him, shifting to hold him open as the blunt tip of an object was nudged in. Feeling him tense up, she kissed down his neck and nuzzled against his shoulder, not letting up on her gentle pressure as she encouraged it inside.
This was bad. He had completed plenty of missions that required sexual acts and it had never been a problem, but with Yor… If she was intent on going all the way with this, there was a very real possibility he wouldn’t be able to stay conscious…
“Yor,” Loid said. “I-” She bit his ear as she worked the dildo in deeper and he choked on a moan. “I think,” he tried again, but lost his train of thought when the tip pressed up into the deepest part of him and kept pushing, a soft but persistent force that made him arch, reeling his weight onto the balls of his feet, head rolling back with a thin whimper. What was he trying to say before?
She shushed him again with a kiss just under his hair on the back of his neck. “You always think too hard,” she said and pulled the dildo out a bit to punch it back inside, making him shudder and clench around it. “Relax.”
She pressed a button and suddenly the dildo kicked to life with vibrations that rocked straight through his core. He seized up with a cry, curling forward as he bucked back against it. He was shaking, hot and burning all over as the electricity seared through him. Yor wrapped her free arm around his chest and brought her hand to his heartbeat, branding her palm to his frantic pulse. She squeezed and he made a breathy keening noise he could barely hear over the thrum of his own blood in his ears. He put his own hand over hers, holding onto her with a white-knuckle grip.
God, if she stopped, he might just die.
“My sweet, handsome, adorable husband,” she whispered. She rocked the vibrator inside him with a steady push and pull that was just on the other side of too much when it drove into his sensitive nerves. “You’re so red and pretty all over for me…”
He writhed in her embrace, desperation making him clumsy as his hips jerked and urged her on, begging for it where his tongue was useless, harder, faster.
Hearing his nonverbal pleas, Yor took pity on him and the vibrator leapt up to another level, knocking him fully off balance as the earthquake convulsed through his muscles. She didn’t let him fall, holding him tight to her body. He wailed pitifully and she kissed his wet cheek.
“Just a little more,” she promised. “You’re so good, my darling, you’re so close.”
She tugged the vibrator out of him, letting him squirm for just a beat, and then slammed it inside. An explosion of fireworks burst in front of his eyes with a yell and he went limp in her arms.
Loid bolted upright in bed several hours later, his wife snuggled up beside him in the dark.
Fuck, the cameras!!!
Twilight sat in his Handler’s office, looking at her across the desk. Her elbows were on the desk, hands clasped together as she stared him down. His slightly more sweaty hands were clenched into fists in his lap. Both of them were stone-faced, maintaining perfect eye contact while a small screen on the desk played a video.
Aside from the obscene noises of the video, there was absolute silence between them.
When the video finished, she turned off the screen without looking at it, not moving her eyes from him even for an instant.
“This will never happen again,” she said.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Get out of my office.”
“Yes ma’am.”