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OffGun+ April Drabbles: Spicy Edition

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The sun beats down and Off doesn’t want to do anything. It’s too hot, his mind’s a blank.

He doesn’t understand how Gun is able to get up, but Gun does.

Gun returns a moment later with a popsicle in hand.

His upper lip bows over the top as he takes a tentative taste, then he pushes it past his lips, his cheeks hollow as he sucks, but some of the juice starts dribbling down his chin.

Gun pulls the popsicle out, licks all the way from the bottom to the top, trying to catch anything trying to drip down, then stretches his lips around it once again. He moans and closes his eyes, throws his head back to expose the long column of his throat, juice traveling all the way down, slipping into his shirt.

Off strangely feels far more capable of moving, as he crawls unconsciously towards Gun.