As he heavily landed on his bed, Sniper couldn t avoid to blush as he saw Spy quickly climbing over him and with agile fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Their warm, naked bellies brushed against each other, their foreheads touched and their lips came together as their groins bumped one into the other. Sniper took a deep breath and arched his back, pushing his cheek hard against the pillow while Spy slid his glovered hands from his neck to his chest,
from his nipples to his sides, from his hipbones to his buttocks.
Spy kissed his exposed cheek and then his chin. "Do you want me to go on, mon loup-garou?"
Sniper turned his head to face him and smiled, caressing his fresh-shaved jaw to go holding the back of his neck. And nodded.
Spy stole a peck on his lips and his hands shifted under the shooter's legs and gently raised them spreading them more to allow a better position for himself as well. He took a deep breath and slowly allowed his throbbing member to brush against Sniper's, sliding below, teasing hot skin and to carefully entering the nervous shooter.