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The day had been undeniably stressful, and Interns sanity was depleted significantly, and unfortunately for him, the coffee machine still hadnt brewed anymore coffee. His ear turned downwards as he stood in the office, he wasnt about to accept his fate of insanity, desperate times call for desperate measures. Intern makes his way down the hospital hallways to where the herbs can be found.
There was limited smoking resources, of course, just his luck, Intern manages to snatch some of the already stamped papers that had been left lying around the office. And so, using those papers and grinding up the herbs, he rolls the herbs into a joint, and only manages to light it with the fire from one of the hospital rooms (before it got put out).
After a good smoke break, Intern wasnt feeling much better, it wasnt a good high, infact it mightve made his low sanity issue worse. The herbs werent like anything he’d smoked before, and seemed to cause a surge of paranoia. The intern was just standing around near the coffee machine again, willing to wait if it means his sanity would be fixed.
That is, until Secret Agent walks in, seeming not too good, sanity-wise, himself aswell, and he sighs in frustration when he realizes the lack of coffee, before noticing Intern.
“Your sanity is low too, isn’t it?” More of an observation than an actual question, but he watches as the Intern nods, standing with his hands awkwardly held up near his chest, fidgeting with his fingers. Although, no verbal confirmation. Which Secret Agent had expected, Intern was usually not the talking type.
Out came another sigh as Secret Agent reaches towards the red button, closing the shutters. Then stepped slowly towards Intern — who was still standing awkwardly — but tensed slightly at the closeness, his ears perking and eyes widening as Secret Agents hands rest on his waist.
Secret Agent looks at Intern directly, their similar heights making it easy, even if he did still have to tilt his head down slightly for his eyes to meet Interns. He lingers for a moment, relishing in the closeness of their faces, feeling a surge of affection at the hitch in Interns breathing.
The agents hands tighten their hold and slide up the interns hoodie, feeling the slimness of their side. The agent begins leaning their faces closer, poking out his tongue into Interns mouth as their lips meet. The kiss started slow, loving almost, the affection Secret Agent feels for Intern pouring out into this one single gesture. Yet, the desire he feels for Intern stirs within him too, the kiss gets a bit sloppier as he shoves his tongue deeper, not even caring to be careful of the interns sharp teeth.
The pace is already speeding up quick, kisses getting deeper and hungrier, Intern lets out an involuntary whimper into the agents mouth, grabbing tightly onto Secret Agents sleeves to regulate himself. The agent however, doesnt really give him much time to, and pushes him down against the counter, already lifting the interns thigh up over his own waist. The kiss never broke, even during the shifting of position, they stayed making out in a way that was borderline aggressive. Neither of the two cared, getting lost in the feeling of tongue against tongue, tasting eachothers saliva mixed with one another, the taste of burnt herbs lingers on Interns tongue.
The agents other hand works at unzipping Interns hoodie, exposing his neck and chest. The cold air of the hospital office hitting him in an instant, and usually it wouldve made him shiver, but agents thumb pads along the soft pink bud of his nipple, moving in slow circles until it perks under the small bit of touch. Giving a pinch to it just to make the smaller male whine into his mouth again. And he finds himself swallowing every sound.
The kiss breaks off, a string of saliva connecting their tongues together for just a final moment before breaking. Secret Agent moves his mouth over Interns nipple instead, giving it a small kitten-lick, before popping it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. While Intern was distracted, he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out some rope he’d kept for any potential emergencies, but it’d help out in this situation too. He grasps Interns wrists, shoving them roughly above his head, before bounding them, securing the rope around them tightly. Interns expression carried a hint of shock, along with surprise and maybe even a bit pleasured. Not opposed to this in the slightest.
Since Interns hands were now tied, Secret Agent runs a hand over him through his pants, rubbing slowly with his fingers to tease. And oh, poor Intern, his sensitivity heightened due to the effects of smoking earlier, his breathing hitched violently so, Agent was loving it. Dragging his other hand up to trace his finger lightly around the interns pants waistband, tugging down just slightly to expose the top parts of Interns underwear, before just tugging his pants off entirely.
The poor thing shivered slightly as his bare legs were exposed to the chilly hospital air. But Agent was too distracted by something else to notice he was cold, instead, the agent stared down at Interns now nearly exposed cunt. Only covered by his panties, cute with stripes and a little bow, the contrast between the almost innocently cute look of interns panties and the obvious soaked spot on them from his unfiltered arousal was sickeningly erotic. And Secret Agent cant help but want to touch.
Reaching his hand out, going back to his earlier rubbing motion over the obvious arousal, making intern shiver, not from the cold this time. The agent continues rubbing, wrapping his free arm around the interns waist and keeping a hand on his back to support him, just as his fingers pull those panties to the side and slide suddenly into his wetness. The agent kissed him hard to keep him from whining too loud.
He moves his fingers in a curling motion while inside the smaller man. Keeping his mouth moving against the interns to keep his noises low, of course, their sex wasnt quiet in the slightest, small groans and muffled whimpers slipping through their kisses, the erotic wet noises.
He moves his fingers faster, pushing them in and out while still curling at the tips, theyre practically drooling into eachothers mouths, saliva drips down their chins, but neither of them can even muster up the ability to çare right now. More and more high-pitched, slightly muffled noises slip out, not that the intern could hold them back at all, he wasnt even trying to be quiet.
Just as he felt intern tense, he pulled his fingers out. Earning a soft noise of confusion at the sudden loss of pleasure, Intern had almost cum from Agents fingers alone, but the opportunity had been stripped from him. Frustrated, he breaks the kiss, drool still dripping from the corner of both of their mouths, yet another string of saliva stays connecting them, breaking off after a minute.
“w-why’d you stop..??” His voice came out more high-pitched than he’d intended, the agent doesnt say anything, instead just reaches into his pocket and slips his gun out of it, into his hands, fiddling with it for a minute. Intern didnt really know what he was doing, he wasnt sure about how guns really worked, he just watched as Secret Agents slick-coated fingers fiddle with something on the item. Until it makes a clicking noise.
The agent then presses the cold metal against Interns aching heat. Dragging it slowly across his pussy, smearing the slick around and making Intern shiver. The agent mutters out something in a low, quiet voice, meant for only Intern to hear.
“you dont mind if i use my gun for some of the fun, hm?”
The intern hesitated for a moment. That tone making him want to cave immediately, but the fact he was aware this was a weapon, and knowing agent, it’s probably loaded. Intern felt unsure. “I,, uhm,”
“I wont hurt you, Intern, you know youre safe with me, dont you?”
“.. Yeah, I do know”
The feeling of the gun moving around his desperately aching cunt distracts him once again, still trying to make up his mind, before just blurting out.
“Fine, fine, okay, be careful,, please.”
With that, the agent nods as if to reassure, of course he’d be careful. Intern is too precious to actually use a gun on. He slips the gun into him, its cold exterior slightly uncomfortable at first, but when agent kisses him on the forehead affectionately to comfort him, he relaxes.
Secret Agent continues kissing Interns face, his forehead, his cheeks, the corners near his lips, all slowly and sweetly, offering Intern some warmth and affection to reassure him, the kisses soothe him while the gun penetrates him below, his wetness coating its cold metal as it moves in and out of him, he lets out small noises, tears prick at his eyes, from slight unease? maybe, but also from how fucking good this feels. The tears dont fall yet.
Agent moves the gun in and out faster. The movements more forceful, penetrating him roughly. Interns bunny-like tail thumps against the counter beneath him, as one of his ears twitches. Secret agents movements only get harsher, never slower, not as careful as he promised he’d be. Deep down, the agent knows whats best for Intern, what will make him feel really good.
The in and out movements of agents gun start to feel borderline brutal, Interns tears have long since falling, his head buried into Secret Agents chest as he sobs out of both pleasure and slight pain, the kind of pain that feels so sweetly torturous, tolerable because its agents whose doing it to him.
This time when Intern gets close, the agent doesnt stop, he just moves harder, kissing away Interns pretty tears as he fucks the gun into him mercilessly. Interns whole body tenses as he lets out a loud cry. Squirting hard as he cums all over the metal of the gun, some of it coats the tips of the agents fingers. Intern looks wrecked, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, tears running down his cheeks, his tail thumping against the counter, his hair a mess, sticking up in multiple different directions, all sticky and sweaty. An absolute mess from only one round? How pathetically cute.
Agent wasnt done yet, no way he was going to let Intern be the only one getting an orgasm today. He pulls the gun out of Intern, placing it absently onto the counter somewhere, wrapping his arms around his waist and suddenly flips him over so his back is facing agent, layed against his tummy on the counter, Secret Agent has a hand on the side of his head holding him down too. Intern hears the sound of Secret Agents belt unbuckling and then the zipper of his pants, before he feels the agents tip against his sensitive cunt, pressing in already without much warning.
Agent starts moving in and out, no slowness, not letting Intern even relish in the feeling of his first orgasm before starting up again. His pussy still tight enough to feel good around him. Agent grabs Interns bound wrists with one hand, and keeps his head down against the counter with the other, fucking into him from behind, Interns back subconsciously arching for the agent to fuck into him easier.
His drool spills out onto the counter, tears still spill from his eyes, his noises sound more like pleased sobs, whimpering pathetically like a wounded puppy. His pace is still harsh, fast and unrelenting. He takes his hands away from Interns wrists to pull his small tail, just to hear Intern yelp, but also to stop it from smacking against him. (it had been ever sinxe the position change)
Intern tightens around agent, signalling closeness again, that wasnt much of an issue, the agent had felt close to cumming untouched with everytime he’d touched Intern. So being inside of him and fucking into him so nicely, he was on the verge of cumming into him with every passing second.
With a few more thrusts the agent buries himswlf deeply into Intern, unleashing his full load into the smaller male beneath him, some of it drips down his thighs, Intern let out a strained cry, feeling tired and used. Secret Agent slows his pace, letting Intern ride out his second orgasm, until the agent slows to a stop. Pulling out carefully, not wanting to overstimulate Intern any further.
Secret Agent carefully unties Interns wrists, before sitting him against the counter again. Rubbing his thighs slowly and kissing his face again to soothe and comfort him.
Later on, Secret Agent got some ointment and bandages for Interns wrists, the ropes had been pretty tight, leaving marks and rashes. He’d Also cleaned the mess from inbetween both of their thighs, paying extra attention to Interns comfort right now. Making sure he felt clean and cared for. Once all the cleaning and tending to rope-caused wounds was over. Secret Agent just stays holding Intern. Their sanity issues had been solved, now just to let Intern relax.