Off has Gun half on his side, positioned behind him, under him. Off’s fingers work into Gun’s body, Gun already loose and wet from their fuck.
Gun tells him, “There, more,” and the like. One of Gun’s own hands is toying with his nipples, the other on his cock. He’s sweating, writhing, and he’s gorgeous.
Off sucks a mark into Gun’s neck, hopes someone else will see it, hopes no one else will see it. “Gun,” Off says, wanting Gun badly, to make a mess anew. “Can I fuck you again?”
Gun laughs, too sharp. “Only if I’m in control.”