"Shh...Carl...it'll be okay...shhh..." MM whispered as he stroked Carl's chestnut locks. He held the boy in a strong embrace, trying to comfort him in his time of need. "I swear we'll properly source artworks. We'll find the original creators of the art and bring the thieves to justice. I swear, Carl, Agent P can do this and the world of Tumblr will be at peace once more." Carl snuggled deeper into the warm embrace of his superior, his tears darkening the forest green of MM's suit. "It's okay Carl..." he continued to whisper. Carl's breathing was labored, the post-sobbed intakes of oxygen rattling him to the core, shaking his whole, admittedly small, frame. Carl looked up at MM through his thick-lensed glasses, tears threatening to spill over once again. It hurt the older man to watch his intern hurt so badly. In the heat of the moment, Carl craned his neck up, revealing pale flesh on his neck not often seen behind the bright white of his collar. He tilted his head up ever so slightly, and MM tilted his own down until their lips met. The kiss was fiery and passionate, yet still controlled as their tongues danced an arousing tango, Carl being the more submissive of the two. MM's moustache tickled Carl's upper lip, but he was so caught up in the heat of the kiss that he didn't even notice. He soon straddled MM, removing his shirt to reveal more porcelain skin. MM latched his teeth onto one of his taut pink nipples. Doofenshmirtz could wait.