"Is this why you called me here?"
Kamille stared down at Quattro who had his head buried in Kamille's crotch.
"Why the hell do you keep doing this? There's no— Ah!"
The boy was cut off from his speech by Quattro applying teeth. Kamille grabbed him by the hair and yanked on it.
"Damnit Quattro, I said no teeth!"
Quattro made no movement of agreement, only kept blowing the boy. Kamille tensed up, curling his toes in his shoes.
"You better swallow it this time. Do you know how hard it is to scrape this gunk off the controls?"
Quattro dipped his head lower and gently cupped the teenagers balls. Kamille moaned, a little louder than he really should have, and forced Quattro to deepthroat. Quattro adapted quickly, taking the abuse in stride, moving his head faster until finally Kamille came, and just as he asked, Quatto swallowed it all. He immedtially pulled back, coughing and rubbing his throat. Kamille colapsed back into the cockpit of the Mk. II and his eyes fluttered closed. Quattro gave him a small smile and buttoned his pants back up. Rather than move the boy he pulled off his vest and tossed it over his chest, and left Kamille there to sleep.