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Operation Strix is in strife, the SSS have been hot on WISE’s tail and the Handler has been getting ancie. They’ve had to redirect over a dozen operations to avoid compromise which is costing them time and resources.
Agent Twilight, has been tasked with a substantial mission to protect the integrity of operation Strix and every other operation in progress at WISE. Twilight has a particular edge over the SSS, being that he’s the legal brother-in-law to Yuri Briar who is a highly regarded SSS officer despite being a rookie. With this advantage, he has been assigned to a reconnaissance mission with the intention of establishing the SSS’ angle.
After receiving his orders, Twilight had the idea to disguise himself as a maintenance man for Yuri’s building. This way, he can break into Yuri’s apartment without any suspicion from neighbours or passersby. Since getting to know his brother-in-law better, Twilight has a strong suspicion that Yuri takes his work home with him. The SSS strictly forbid it but he also knows that Yuri is ambitious and a hard worker. This itself makes his plan a worthwhile strategy, plus this is a much less risky job than trying to break into the SSS itself.
After school drop off, Twilight makes his way down Yuri’s street in his carefully curated disguise. He’s taken the appearance of a young tradesman with brown hair and stubble, he’s wearing thick-rimmed spectacles and work shorts, to complete the ensemble; he’s wearing a blue polo and cap with a ‘hire a hubbie’ logo on it that he stole from a previous job. ‘The key to infiltration is behaving like you belong there.’ The spy monologues to himself.
Twilight readjusts the work bag on his shoulder as he walks up the stairs to the entrance of Yuri’s building. He scans his environment for any unusual activity and continues on to Yuri’s apartment as if he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.
After climbing several flights of stairs, he stands at the front door of Yuri’s residence and makes another discreet glance for any spectators or wiretaps. Once satisfied, he knocks on the door despite knowing Yuri is at work— purely to maintain his facade. After a brief moment, the spy kneels to equip his lock-picking tools from his utility bag.
Before he’s able to pull them out he’s startled to discover the door clicking open. His heart jumps at the sight of Yuri standing above him, staring down at him with an unassuming expression.
Twilight, caught off guard, peeks up further to make eye contact with those familiar red eyes. “Uh— Y..uri?” The agent uncharacteristically babbles out. The agent cursed himself for his sloppiness, how could he not have known Yuri was home?! He had so carefully planned this opportunity! Thankfully, due to Twilight’s adaptability, he’s already formulated a new plan to search the home under the guise of checking Yuri’s piping as instructed by the building manager.
“Ohhh, you must be the guy they sent.” Yuri smirked with a friendly voice.
“Yes sir! I’ve been sent to assess and clear your pipes sir.” Twilight seized the opportunity, even if Yuri is home, the master spy is confident he’ll be able to uncover something, no matter how insignificant it may appear.
Yuri makes way, inviting the handyman into his home. As Twilight stands to enter the hallway to Yuri’s residence, he’s suddenly yanked by the arm and pushed up against the inside of the slammed door. Twilight sweats, a million thoughts running through his mind as he fears Yuri has somehow already deduced the lie.
The black haired man, pushes his body against Twilight and lets his hands settle on either side of the sp’s chest, their noses only centimetres away from each other.
The police officer rubs his thumb over the embroidered logo on his shirt, “Hire a hubbie… that’s a good title for your line of work! Little on the nose but-“ he trailed off, “I’m glad my colleague set this up, I really need a pipe-cleaning.” Yuri smiles and cheekily winks, a pink flush already biting at his ears.
“What’s your name, hubbie?” Yuri presses his hips into Twilight, earning the smallest gasp from the spy who’s still reeling at this development.
“Todrick, sir.” He lies fluently. Twilight has assessed the situation, and while this is the last thing he could’ve expected, he’s nothing if not adaptable. He quickly takes on the character of Todrick the male prostitute and lets his hands grab Yuri’s ass cheeks with a clap.
Yuri gasps and chuckles, pleased with Todrick’s initiative. Yuri leans in to kiss the other but was stopped by two fingers pressed to his lips.
“I want nothing more than ravish you right here Yuri, but I’d love to hear what you mean to do to me first,” Yuri smirks behind Todrick’s fingers, “…and I need to set some rules before I let you have your way with me sir.” The fake handyman finishes his sentence, laced in seduction.
“Let’s go the couch.” Yuri instructs. He takes Twilight by the hand and leads him across the floor to his small lounge, where there’s already a blanket set up on the seat. ‘Eager I see.’ Twilight notes, this isn’t the first time he’s had to use his body on a mission and he’ll be damned if he lets this get in the way, regardless of how uncomfortable it might be- this is for world peace.
The two men take a seat next to each other, Yuri faces him with his elbow resting on the back of the lounge. He’s making a face so unfamiliar to the spy, friendly and unassuming, it’s making Twilight almost bashful.
Twilight chokes down any awkwardness and leans right back into character. “So, how do you like it, Yuri?” He asks, crossing a leg over the other to lean in and establish his engagement.
“Quite frankly, I like it rough— I want you to dominate me and make me cry.” The other man says bluntly, that same smile intact as before.
“Mmh, I can certainly arrange that. Do you top or bottom?” As much as Twilight wants to drop his jaw in shock at this revelation, his professionalism moves him along.
“I’m a switch, but I really need to bottom after the last few weeks I’ve had. So really give it me, no wrong answers.” He maintains his attitude.
“I’ll be sure to take good care of you then,” Todrick smirks “anything you’re particularly into sweetie?” The spy’s voice was like silk, every question answers more than just the obvious.
Yuri bites his lip at the pet-name. ‘A praise kink, not entirely shocking’ Twilight notes. “I like being choked and having my hair pulled. I’m very flexible so put me in what ever position you want. My safe word is coffee, not that we’ll need it though.” He ends with an eager grin.
“Sounds good… sit on my lap, slut.” Todrick ends his sentence with a harsh, authoritarian attitude.
Yuri’s pupils dilate, and his shoulders drop. “No.” He says with a childish grin, daring the other man.
‘-And a brat I see.’ The spy thinks to himself, a hint of giddy anticipation in his gut.
Twilight stands and looms over Yuri, never breaking eye contact and tilts his head. He frowns and grabs Yuri’s cheeks with his hand, pinching his lips out into a pout. “Disobeying me already… I ought to slap you.” He grumbles out.
Yuri’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes flutter half-closed, “do it then.” He goads.
The agent releases Yuri’s face and instantly strikes him, the sharp sound disturbs the quiet atmosphere. Yuri’s cheek goes red already, his hair shifted over his features from the abrupt motion. He shudders out a breath and bites his lip again.
Twilight gazes down at the other man pitifully. Without a word, he unzips his pants to reveal his semi-hard cock in his boxer-briefs. The spy is beginning to feel giddy, it’s admittedly been a long time since he’s gotten any action— since adopting Anya really. In addition, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t extremely satisfying to slap Yuri in the face.
“Make me hard, suck me off.” He demands, “before I slap you again.”
Yuri slips off the couch and onto his knees, keen to wrap his hands around a thick cock.
“Oh,“ Yuri pauses for a moment, as if just remembering something, “I’ll also probably call you Loid or Loidy during… don’t worry about it.” He says, as if insignificant a fact.
Twilight pauses, his face remains stoic but internally he’s spiralling. So many questions he wants to ask, yet so many answers would not satisfy his bewilderment.
“Oh? A crush of yours?” Is the question he goes with.
“Ugh! No,” Yuri scoffs with an offended face, yanking Twilight’s underwear down. “My annoying brother-in-law. it’s a long story…” he brushes off. “Basically I hate him, but, well…let’s just say my sister and I have a type.” Yuri smiles coldly and goes back to his task, lifting the other man’s meat in his hand and savouring the aesthetic of him.
Twilight blinks out the implications of this new information and realigns himself to his task. ‘We’ll unpack this later Twilight, focus on the mission!’
“I see, we’ll get to work then. Get Loidy’s dick nice and wet for me.” Twilight commands Yuri and grabs a fistful of his black hair, tugging his face into his fuzzy pelvis.
Yuri gets to work with an electric attitude. He holds twilights semi and sucks generously on the head as he pumps the length of his cock. Twilight huffs at the view of Yuri slurping at him, the way he swallows him and peeks up as if asking for praise is enough to complete his erection.
Yuri pulls back to observe Todrick at full mast, his face is soft and his eyes are blown “fuck you’ve got a nice dick.” Yuri murmurs out. He appreciates the peachy colour of the head, the way it gets fat in the middle and the veins running down the length, he knows this is going to be good dick.
He goes back to work sucking and rubbing Twilight’s cock. He’s certainly experienced, evident by the way he pays attention to Twilight’s balls and frenulum between breaths. Yuri wraps his hands behind Twilight’s hips and swallows the entire length, hollowing his cheeks as best as possible, he grinds it down his throat making the spy see stars.
The spy, nearing his climax, grabs two handfuls of Yuri’s hair and begins to fuck his throat.
“You’ve got the perfect fuck-toy for a throat you know that.” The spy pants. The sounds of saliva and his choking only spurring them both on, Yuri holds onto Twilight for dear life as if pushing him in with encouragement.
Twilight begins to grunt, impressed with the other man’s gag-reflex (or lack thereof), he swaps his grip with one hand in his hair and the other cupping the bottom of Yuri’s jaw. His thrusts become erratic and his breathing harsher. As if not enough, Yuri moans and caresses his balls again. He launches Twilight into the hardest orgasm he’s had in months.
Twilight clenches his jaw and toes, his torso seizing violently. He feels his cum spurt out down Yuri’s throat over and over again, he feels floaty and warm at the much needed release. Twilight gives Yuri’s tight throat a few more gentle humps before easing the grip of his hands, Yuri pulled off and coughed out the cum he couldn’t swallow down, wheezing as he tries to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” the officer huffed out croakily with a smile, still catching his breath, “that was quite the load.” Yuri licked his fingers clean, peeking up at Twilight with the most erotic expression.
The spy couldn’t help but think about how similar Yuri and Yor look, although he and Yor have never been physical, the thought about both them on their knees in this position. Sexy red eyes, smooth pink faces and plush lips working together to get him off was getting him horny again.
“More where that came from sweetie.” The spy replied. He yanked off his cap and shirt, throwing them on the floor, showcasing his chiseled body.
“Take your clothes off.” He demanded of the other man. He watched Yuri stand up and turn around to take off his button-up, he slid the shirt off his broad shoulders and peered behind him with a sultry expression. Twilight watched with eagerness, as the shirt revealed pale, toned skin. ‘Yuri really is quite handsome, I suppose that’d make sense.’ Twilight noted to himself.
“Pants too.” Twilight orders bluntly.
“Make me.” The dark haired man defied with a mischievous look.
Twilight reaches out and abruptly grabs the back of Yuri’s belt with a stern hold, his other hand rammed Yuri’s head into the plush couch cushion. Like this, Yuri was face down, ass up like a whore, and he loved it. Yuri panted and chuckled sadistically, wriggling his hips in a rhythm.
“You think this is fun do you?” The agent spoke firmly, then pivoted his hand to tightly grip the band of Yuri’s underwear and tugging them up giving him a painful wedgie.
Yuri groaned out in pain and surprise, his hands gripping the blanket beneath his head. “Ah! Fuck, Loid!” He whined.
“Are you going to behave like a good boy? Or do I need to punish you some more?” Twilight asked, keeping a consistent grip on Yuri’s underwear.
“Ughh… fuck you!” He spat out in response.
Twilight tugged harder on Yuri’s underwear until his feet were lifted off the ground. Yuri cried out again.
“What was that?” Twilight’s voice was warning.
“I said fuck you! Rip them off me if you want to see my ass that bad.” Yuri taunted the other man with naughty intention.
The spy promptly shook Yuri’s underwear up the crack of his ass and putting painful pressure on his balls, earning some more cries and sobs, the spy proceeded to man-handle Yuri.
He threw Yuri down on the couch, face-up. Leaning his knee on the other man’s abdomen so he could lean over and undo Yuri’s belt and pants without resistance. The police officer could do nothing but hold Twilight’s ankle and watch him shimmy the pants off of him.
After Twilight ditched the rest of Yuri’s clothes, he stood and whipped his own belt out from the loops in his shorts before also undressed entirely, revealing the rest of his well-built body.
Yuri was practically salivating at the sight, biting the tip of his finger and rubbing his stone hard cock.
“If you’re good for this next part, I’ll give you a reward. Will you be a good boy for Loidy?” Twilight chimed.
The other man could only nod his head in response, looking somewhat cute in a rugged way.
“Put your wrists out…please.” The spy uttered his sentence with a generous look.
Yuri did as instructed, like a good boy, while Twilight restrained his hands with the discarded belt. Pleased with the sturdiness, Twilight helped reposition Yuri to be seated on the couch so the spy could settle between his legs. He lifted Yuri’s knees and pinned them against his chest, exposing his pretty pink hole.
Red eyes were watching intently, giddy with anticipation. “Lick me please… Loidy?” He hushed out.
“You know, because you were so good, I will spoil you a little.” Twilight smiled and left a trail of kisses from Yuri’s naval, to the tip of his cock, his frenulum, down his length; leaving an open mouth kiss on his sac, and down his perineum. Yuri’s breath hitched at every kiss, squirming eagerly.
Twilight took his time, looking Yuri in his eyes, he circled the area around Yuri’s velvety hole with kisses, only barely breathing where the other man wanted attention the most.
Twilight sucked his gooch as a reward for Yuri’s patience and it was beyond electrifying. He let out the cutest little moan, tightening his muscle repeatedly. Twilight was beginning to really enjoy himself.
“F-uck… just rim me.” Yuri whimpered, trying to lift his hips to meet the other man’s tongue.
Twilight struck his left ass cheek with a thunderous smack, causing a yelp and a sob. “Not how it works you slut.” He spoke bluntly, “if you want me to play, you need to ask nicely.” Twilight dug his fingertips into the red flesh on Yuri’s hind.
“Sorry, I’m sorry Loidy, please rim me, please?” Yuri said, still whimpering.
Twilight struck his other ass cheek “what was that?” He announced, clearly feinting ignorance.
Yuri sobbed in response, “please! Pretty please eat my hole Loid, I want you to make me feel good with your tongue… please?” Yuri shuddered, his bound hands fidgeting against the side of his face.
Twilight paused to consider if he was satisfied with the other’s begging. Once his mind was made, he slaps both cheeks, using twice the force as before.
Yuri cried out, practically screaming from the sharp pain which was immediately it replaced with a warm, wet muscle directly on his twitching asshole. Yuri’s sob quickly turned to a pathetic moan from the sweet, sensitive sensation traveling up his spine.
Yuri’s eyes rolled back and his mouth fell agape as the man below him languidly licked and slurped at Yuri’s backdoor. The way he slid the tip of his tongue up and down, then flattening against him and sliding in a circle made Yuri’s rim pulsate. “Aah Loid!” Yuri moaned.
Twilight peeked over Yuri’s balls to enjoy the effect his actions were having on him as he swirled away beneath. He let his hands run up and down Yuri’s thighs sensually, groping and tracing his muscles. Occasionally Twilight would smack Yuri’s ass, making his gasp, and then continue on with his smooth touches and thorough tongue-fucking.
The switch up between pain and pleasure was doing wonders to Yuri, he already looked so utterly fucked that Twilight couldn’t resist. He pulled away and slipped a finger inside; plush, wet muscles sucked his finger in all the way to his fist. Yuri launched his head back and moaned loudly, his legs flying upward for a moment from the pleasurable shock.
The dark haired man continued to moan quietly at the new sensation, his cock leaking so much fluid you’d think he was about to cum.
Twilight rotated his wrist so the pad of his finger rested on Yuri’s piqued prostate. He revelled at the way the other man’s pink hole wrapped around his finger so tightly, he had to give his own cock a few courtesy pumps before continuing.
Twilight began to massage the spot inside, feeling the smooth bump from top to bottom. Pressing his finger in a slow, pressured rhythm making Yuri’s breath unsteady and his hips roll.
Twilight located the small tube of lubricant from his bag ‘lucky I always carry lube in case of a crisis’ he thinks to himself. The spy withdraws his fingers and squeezes a generous amount before returning with an extra digit.
Yuri gasps at the cold liquid and relishes in the glide the lube provides.
Twilight is ruthless, he spends time on working every angle inside Yuri, teasing and massaging the entrance, then sliding in and out with an erotic beat. Yuri reacts candidly every time, moaning and whining; barely holding onto his wits.
The spy stands and rests his left hand on the back of the couch to support his next action. Twilight inserts a third finger inside. It’s snug but nothing Yuri can’t handle.
Yuri whimpers and stares up at the man towering over him, feeling vulnerable and shameless. Twilight fucks Yuri’s prostate with no remorse, rocking his hand up and down to drill Yuri in the perfect spot over and over again.
The officer, flushing a deep red from the stimulation can’t help but howl in overwhelming pleasure. Eyes rolling back again and his cock continues to stream a steady supply of pre-cum, his toes curl and tremble uncontrollably and his bound hands shake aimlessly. As if on cue, Yuri groans out an embarrassing sound as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum.
Twilight doesn’t let up though, he continues fingering him just hard and just as urgently. He’s getting a cramp in his forearm but powers through knowing Yuri’s due to for a hard, dry orgasm. Yuri can’t stop gyrating and moaning like he’s possessed.
The man below, given no time to recuperate can only whine and seize wildly at the overstimulation of his fucked prostate and sensitive opening. Twilight grabs his hair and makes Yuri face him again.
“I know you have more to give me. Go on, one more you good little slut, show Loidy the face you make when you cum dry.” As if finally given permission, Yuri squeaks out and his face contorts into a blissfully fucked O-face, coming without a drop or a squirt. Twilight continues on until he’s sure Yuri’s finished his climax, he drops his aching hand away and pushes Yuri by his head onto his side.
“Hm, the face you make when you cum is ugly, that must be embarrassing for you.” The spy comments coldly, analysing the other’s body.
Yuri drops like a doll and pants like he just ran a marathon. The occasional bolt of lightning shocking his body as he comes down.
“You okay?” Twilight asks as Yuri begins to recover. He undoes the belt binding the officers hands and drops it to the floor with dull thud. Yuri rests his hands on his chest, the ache in his wrists throbbing sweetly.
His exhaling is still deep but starting to even out, “yeah! That was great!” He puffs with a weak grin spread over his flushed face. “I haven’t cum that hard in like… ages probably.” Yuri tried to chuckle but his breath makes it come out laboured.
“Good. Now get up and lean your hands against the window.” The other man points to the window across the room that faces out onto the street.
“But…someone might see me.” The dark haired man hesitates, looking up at Twilight with an unsure expression. He fiddles with hair behind his neck and straightens up a little.
“Get up or I’ll pick you up and fuck you half out the window.” The spy stretches out his arm and gently tips Yuri face up by his chin. His face melts at Twilight’s words, the sadistic grin creeping back.
“My legs are a little weak, maybe you should pick me up anyway.” Yuri leers.
Twilight cocks an eyebrow and narrows his eyes, thinking about the other’s request. “…Alright,” he finally speaks, “but just know your legs are about to feel much, much weaker.” He warns, leaning back and ripping a condom open with his teeth. Twilight stares Yuri in his eyes with a threatening heat and rolls the latex over his throbbing cock.
The dark haired man bites his lip once more and watches as his unknown enemy spreads his legs and lifts him up, cupping his red, tender ass cheeks; and sitting him over his erection.
The policeman furrows his eyebrows at the tenderness of his bruising ass and stares down at Twilight. ‘I’m not exactly light, he’s very strong. I suppose male sex workers probably do work out a lot?’ Yuri ponders.
Twilight walks towards the window with a tight grip on the other man. Without warning, he presses Yuri against the cold glass, making him gasp at the bite on his warm flesh. Twilight holds him there and moves his fingers in to meet Yuri’s slippery hole again. He doesn’t enter, only rubs over it like he’s teasing pussy, Yuri just shudders and grabs Twilight’s shoulders.
“If anyone walking by were to look up right now. They’d see the hottest, red ass pressed up to window, exposing the sluttiest hole.” The spy teases, Yuri can only moan a little in response.
“I bet someone’s down there watching you right now…. Wondering how to get up here and breed you like you’re a free bitch.” He taunts into Yuri’s neck and runs his flat tongue up to Yuri’s jaw. He spreads the officer’s ass cheeks so he can press his hole right up again the glass, putting his anus on display for anyone who walks by.
The dark haired man moans pathetically at the feeling of his hot, slippery hole pulsing against the cool surface. The thought of people watching him, desiring him and his body is making his head foggy.
“Hah- please… please Loid. I want you fuck me! Rail me like a toy. I want you to show everyone— let them see how slutty I am.” He whimpers into Twilights ear, sending a fire through him.
Twilight kisses Yuri’s ear, praising his begging skills. The spy holds his dick and positions the head of his cock at Yuri’s lubed hole, flicking the rim back and forth.
Yuri whines at the tease, keen to be fucked like a submissive little bitch. Twilight begins to slowly drop Yuri onto his dick, stopping as the head is swallowed.
Yuri moans at the stretch, his eyes fluttering closed. The spy also closed his eyes to relish the sensation, he hadn’t felt the warm, heavenly tight muscles of someone else’s hole in so long.
Twilight readjusts his grip to hook his arms under Yuri’s knees and securing his hands over the policeman’s pale back. They begin to rock slowly, painfully almost. A little bit in, a little bit out; pushing shallowly against the walls of Yuri’s ass.
They both moan and hum at the sensation, too erotic to resist. Yuri moans Loid’s name again, making the spy pick up his pace, his dick creeping in halfway now. The dark haired man is already feeling something electric creep down his legs with every thrust, he holds onto his guest and lets his mind blank out at the moment.
They continue to fuck like this for a while until Yuri starts getting too comfortable wailing Loid’s name. Twilight pulls out and drops one of Yuri’s legs, signalling to stand on his own.
They waste no time moving into their next position, Yuri bends forward and leans his hands against the window frame with his ass out. Twilight holds his stiff dick in his hand and abruptly slides it back in all the way to his pelvis, slapping short, quick thrusts into the policeman’s cheeks; stealing his breath, Yuri can do nothing but moan and cry to the window.
Never missing a beat, Twilight runs his hands up and down Yuri, enjoying the tensing muscles on his broad back. The way they both rock and sway with each thrust, the feeling of their skin meeting and the sweat shining in the midday light is like a high no drug could replicate.
The policeman’s throat starts to go dry and his legs, predictable begin to weaken to the point he nearly topples over a few times. Yuri reaches his hand back to meet the others wrist, wishing to take a break or move to the bed but Twilight wasn’t having it.
Twilight slaps his fist around Yuri’s arm and steals a fistful of his hair again. Yuri wants to yell but the air is blown out of him when Twilight steps forward and pins his bare body hard against Yuri and the glass.
The officer has lost use of his fucked-out legs, not that it matters because Twilight just holds his body up by his arm and his hair, his chest pressed against his back, and keeping his pressed flush to the glass. Twilight keeps flogging his huge cock in and out with a rapid pace few could keep up with, Yuri’s squished dick slides against the window with every motion and makes it slippery. At this point Yuri can only babble incoherently, his eyes glassy from the pleasure.
“Oh, looks like you’ve been spotted by the woman across the street.” Twilight grunts out.
Yuri whimpers and searches for the on-looker through his compromised vision. When he see’s her, peeking through the curtains he sobs- not from the embarrassment or shame but from how hot it is to be seen.
“You think she’s playing with clit? I couldn’t blame her. I bet the sight of your flushed face, the way your pecs press against the glass and the way the tip of your dick keeps peaking out your foreskin is drenching her cunt.” The spy huskily pants into Yuri’s ear.
Yuri whines at Twilights suggestiveness. The dark haired man becomes hyper aware of everything the woman is seeing. His face pressed against the steamy glass, his cock sadly bouncing around from the pounding; a tall, strong man pushed up against him with his hand tangled in his hair.
Yuri feels the heat build in his pelvis again, his breathing goes from erratic huffing and whining to sharp, heavy inhales that leave him with loud, accelerating moans. His face screws up again until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore, and his whole body shakes and tightens— he screams desperately as the other man fucks another load out of him, painting the glass with his cum.
Twilight lets him sink to the floor, weak from the stimulation. Just when Yuri thought the handyman was done with him, he’s thrown onto his feet before the spy sweeps up his legs to carry him bridal style. Yuri was still delirious from his last climax and could do nothing to fight with his limp body.
Twilight walked them to Yuri’s bedroom around the corner from the living area. He laid the officer down in the middle of the bed and lifted his head to pull a pillow underneath. Yuri’s heart nearly squeezed at the sentiment, appreciative of the consideration.
One last pillow was tucked under Yuri’s hips, he was unable to comprehend the action until twilight lifted his legs and tossed them both over one of his shoulders. Yuri’s asshole twitched, still raring to go.
The spy pumped his cock a couple time and slipped himself back in. Dozens of twitching muscles kissed his length lavishly, making his head fall back. “I can’t wait to cum surrounded by you.” He spoke with a husky voice, promising a satisfying conclusion to their meeting.
Twilight fucked Yuri in this position for a while, easing back into a rhythm. He kept it steady, plunging all the way in, then out to the neck; the slick sounds and the pairs breathing was so lewd and erotic. Yuri was so sensitive still, a sweet ache with every single thrust gave him goosebumps. It was like nothing else existed except this moment between two sweaty strangers.
The agent spread Yuri’s legs again and let them rest over his thighs, he crawled forward and started sucking and tweaking at the officers pink, hard nipples. Yuri shuddered out a breath and moaned at the stimulation of his ass and nipples conjunctively. Twilight kept humping and licking, grinding and teasing, bringing Yuri back up from his last orgasm. “Ugh! Loid… I want you to choke me while I finish.” He requested politely through his whimpers and harsh breaths.
Without further request, Twilight fixed himself to fuck Yuri hard and persistently like a piston, the room was filled with the sound of the spy’s hips slapping Yuri’s skin, grunts and organic moaning spurred the lieutenant closer and closer. Twilight wrapped his hand over Yuri’s throat and squeezed the sides. He relished the face Yuri made, so imperfect and submissive— like a breedable succubus, made to be fucked.
The pressure building in Yuri’s head made him drool and feel like he was floating, he opened his mouth to let out a silent moan as his throbbing dick wept precum, twitching and jumping with every thrust. He panted hard and quickly as his climax quickly approached, the tingling travelled down his legs and his tight hole contracted like a heart beat. Twilight released his grip on the others neck and watched the officer finish on his chest. Yuri flailed and clumsily groped at Twilight’s arms as he was fucked through his orgasm, the overstimulation made him gasp and mewl helplessly.
Twilight watched Yuri struggle, the way his legs shook from pleasure was quite the testament to his hard work. The visual stimuli was dangerously erotic and the delectable tightness of Yuri’s ass was sucking on Twilight’s cock every time he pulled out to the neck; the tip of his dick roughly pounded at the crook in his guts. It’ll surely bruise from the careless humping but clearly neither cared— they were both sweating and drooling over swollen lips, grunting; heaving and whining at the sensation of their body’s friction.
The spy’s face screwed up and his breath became uneven, his gasps that were once silent now exit with exasperated groans. Hips sputtering and thumping abruptly, making Yuri cry out in pleasure. Twilight moaned through grit teeth, and finally pressed his hips flush against Yuri’s cheeks once last time and his cum shot out into the condom. He pushed in and out shallowly as he finished his orgasm, as if not ready to part from the hot, wet, welcoming envelopment.
Twiligh’s head fell forward and he panted into the crook of Yuri’s neck, his breath hot and damp. The masculine depth in his heaving made Yuri feel blissful— truly satisfied. Despite the weight of the grown man on him, Yuri allowed the other to regain his composure in their current position. He lifted his heavy arm and rested it on the back of the spy’s neck, gently rubbing his thumb over damp skin.
Once Twilight recovered from his efforts, he lifted his head to meet Yuri’s gaze. Both of their eyes were dilated and glassy, something came over twilight he couldn’t explain— he leaned in again one last time and locked his lips in place with the other man. Their kiss was sensual and passionate yet sloppy, they clumsily licked and sucked at each other’s red lips, not caring to keep a rhythm.
When Twilight finally leaned back onto his heels, he cocked his head to the side to watch Yuri as he retracted his softening dick. He held the rim of the condom and pulled out to the tip, Yuri whimpered and furrowed his brows— the police officer cussed out a whiney “Oh! fuck!!” as Twilight abruptly slammed back in for a few teasing pumps before he finally pulled out properly. He just chuckled at the man below him and tied the used condom up for discarding.
Yuri laid in his messy bed, freshly wiped down during their after-care. “I have to say, you’re worth the money…” he chimed, “that should do me for a while.” Yuri let an antagonistically satisfied sigh as he stretched and cozied into the pillows.
“You’ll have to let yourself out, I ain’t walking anytime soon. I left the cash on the counter though, I’ll call you again for sure.” Yuri yawned and waved the other man off, rolling over to fall asleep.
Twilight was shocked at how quickly Yuri was to let his guard down, he began snoring almost immediately. ‘An SSS officer turning his back to WISE operative… if only his superiors could see this.’ Twilight thought coyly.
The spy finished redressing himself and glanced over the small apartment, careful to keep an eye on the sleeping enemy. He’s certain Yuri would have something here that would prove useful to WISE. Something— anything at all to make sleeping with his wife’s brother justifiable.
As he walks past the ‘Yor shrine’ he spots a corner of yellow paper peeking out from behind a framed photo of Yuri’s sister. The spy stalked over the photo and removed the misplaced paper, upon closer inspection he can see it’s an A4 envelope that had been addressed to Yuri from his commander. Twilight slipped the envelope into his bag and kept looking around, ‘given the obvious way Yuri thinks, wherever I find Yor is likely where I’ll find what I’m looking for.’ As if he’d hid them himself, Twilight managed to locate several other highly classified documents and codes.
‘The handler should find this to be sufficient enough for a quick reconnaissance operation.’
The spy hears the police officer turn over in his bed, and grumble. Alerted, Twilight quietly stalks to the front door to make his escape.
The spy swings his bag over his shoulder and slaps his cap back on, as he’s about to close the door he spots the money on the counter and contemplates the reality of Yuri hiring a male prostitute. ‘Who would’ve thought that annoying guy like him would partake in such activities.’
The spy would never admit it to himself, but their time together just now was exactly what he needed. Yuri cleansed the WISE operative of his pent up energy and frustrations, he brought out a side of him that he hadn’t been in touch with since he was in the army-- instinctual, animalistic desire.
Yuri woke up to a knock at his door. He groaned and rubbed the sleep off his face. Looking at the clock, he hadn’t been asleep for even a hour!
The door rapped again, making him scoff dramatically and fling his sheets off. His threw on a robe and marched over to his door with an uneven gait.
He snatched at the door to meet the unwelcome guest the a rough “what?!”
The abashed men in front of him looked young and panicked. He stuttered out an unsure sentence, “ar—are you Mr Briar? Uh—sir!”
Yuri looked confused and annoyed. He looked the man up and down and noted his semi-formal attire. “Yes. And you are?” He inquired with a harsh accusatory tone.
“Oh uh— I’m Bleakly sir, your… uh… male escort.” He trailed off with a hushed volume.
“What are you talking about, one of your guys already came by. Hire a Hubby right?” Yuri asked with a more suspicious expression.
“Oh, uh— n-no sir. Our company is called Midnight Oil, your colleague Marc called us to arrange this. Did he not let you know?”
A daugnting realisation fell over Yuri that turned his blood cold. The colour left his face and his jaw dropped at the situation confronting him.
Before the other man was able to ask Yuri if he was okay, the SSS officer slammed the door in the young man’s face with a cut of “Shi—“.
Inside, Yuri ran to his photos of Yor and checked behind every single one. Nothing. “Fuck!” He screamed.
He ran to his desk and opened the frame of his sister— nothing behind her photo either.
He ripped through his drawers, behind the birthday card from Yor, under the pie she made him, behind the mirror— absolutely nothing. That fucker absolutely screwed him— way worse than a regular fuck. He SCREWED him.
Yuri ran to check if the cash was still there, expecting it to be taken as well— but what he found was far worse, world-ending worse.
On his counter, next to the untouched money was a magazine opened to a picture of a twilight sky.