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Jager's fingers were clenching against Glaz's chest. His face pressed into the Russian's shoulder as rough, shuddering breaths plumed from his lips. His hips were rolling forward, pressing himself further against Glaz's palm, holding the two of them in a firm grip. A mewling whimper slipped through his teeth as Kapkan's finger pressed deeper inside. The man's long digits were intoxicating. Those rough, calloused hands kneaded his backside, alternating between reassuringly tender strokes and hard, bruising squeezes. And still Jager keened helplessly. His mouth was slack as a slimy trail of saliva dripped from the side of his mouth. Kapkan twisted his finger slowly and Jager's muscles tightened against it. Fuck, if he was getting this worked up over just one finger, would he still be alive by the end of the night? Just the simple squeezing contact of Glaz's fingers around them both, those lulling gentle strokes were driving him out of his mind. He wouldn't last long at this rate.
The sticky smear of Jager's excitement dribbled over Glaz's knuckles as the slighter German fucked up into Glaz's fist. That lazy grip was heavenly and Jager snapped back to reality as he felt Kapkan sliding his finger free, more chilly lube smeared over his puckered hole, easing two slick fingers in. Jager's body tensed for a moment before he was melting in pure bliss. Kapkan's touch was tender and careful again, fluttering his fingers slowly, easing Jager open. He scissored them the slightest bit and stroked against those clenching walls of muscle. Jager gritted his teeth with a moan. He raised his head heavily from Glaz's chest and kissed him desperately. The Russian's lips were soft and warm, sucking on Jager's lower lip teasingly. Those sky-blue eyes slipped closed for a moment before they broke apart. Glaz's hand was still wrapped tight around them both,
"You can come if you need to. I know it's a lot to take all at once." Jager whimpered and bit his lower lip, dropping his head against Glaz's muscled shoulder. The thoughts came unbidden and tumbling out like an overturned child's toy: Glaz under Kapkan's fingers, squirming and panting, breath pluming out like curled smoke, like incense, something holy and sacred. He imagined Glaz railing Kapkan on this exact bed, wrenching his head back. Those rough hands scraping through his short hair. It was a punishing fuck. Glaz's fingers gripped Kapkan tight between the thighs, pumping him to completion, watching hungrily as Kapkan thrust weakly into his fist, slamming back against Glaz's gorgeous cock, moaning the Russian's name. Strings of curses falling to the mattress like a spray of fresh blood as Kapkan was undone by pleasure-
"Nnngh! Fuuuck!! Haaah!" Jager's eyes snapped open, watching himself coming in thick ropey strands that landed on Glaz's muscled stomach, watching as the Russian helped him through his release with tight, precise strokes, squeezing the purpling heads of their cocks and then plunging his hand back down to the root, only to slide up again and twist his grip deliciously. Jager shuddered in the afterglow, collapsing against Glaz's soiled chest, breathing heavy. Kapkan must have received a look from Glaz because he pulled his fingers free gently, but not before stroking up against Jager's sensitive insides, giving him an uncontrollable shiver of delight.
"Take all of the time you need." Glaz petted his hair soothingly and Jager nearly fell asleep on Glaz's warm chest. Long minutes passed and Jager was feeling content and sated. His mind flickered back to the sketchbook and his dick gave a lusty jerk. He could feel the press of Glaz's half-hard cock against his stomach and it too twitched greedily. Jager had forgotten for a moment that he was the only one to climax. A rush of selfish embarrassment flushed hot through him. He tried to struggle to get up and nearly face-planted into Glaz's shoulder. The Russian's chest was sweat-slick and the scent of Glaz's skin was riling Jager's blood.
"Ready for more? I think you've been prepped enough..If you want it, that is." Kapkan's thick member slid temptingly between Jager's cheeks, still slick with lube. He bit back a moan, pressing his hips back in spite of himself.
"Take it easy, eh, Kapkan?" Glaz warned, gripping Jager's chin in his fingers, the sniper's gaze was steady, like his hands. A grounding presence for Jager to focus on.
"Fine..." Kapkan's rugged voice sloshed through Jager's brain. He imagined those steel-grey eyes like flint sparking in the dim light of the room. They really were two of a kind, Jager thought. Kapkan's eyes were a stormy grey, hard and searching, while Glaz's eyes were the flash of lightning in the storm, sudden and bright. And together, they were this buzzing energy that enveloped Jager completely. He squeezed his eyes shut in concentration, willing himself to relax as Kapkan pushed forward slowly, a tight hand against his hip, holding him still. The Russian's thick sex opening Jager up one solid inch at a time. The slick pressure of being filled so completely made Jager's mouth water. Now this was heaven. So much better than just Kapkan's squirming digits. Jager was sure that he could have come a dozen times over with just Kapkan's fingers in his ass, but this, God, this was something else.
"Good?" There was Glaz's voice again, in front of him, soothing and solid. Jager couldn't respond. He opened his mouth and all that came out was a groan of utter pleasure. He cracked his eyes open, staring into the sniper's kind face, a cheeky little smirk pressed against his lips. Jager was desperate. Brow furrowed, mouth slack and drooling. Was this what Glaz experienced all the time? Fuuuck!
"Damn, you're a tightass." Kapkan growled behind him, finally bottoming out. He pushed in just a little bit more, feeling Jager's body clamp around him. Jager groaned, fists tightening on the pillow under Glaz's head, trying to keep himself from shaking apart. He whimpered as Kapkan pulled out and shoved back in. Jager let out a panting moan with each deep thrust. Glaz caught his mouth again and slid his tongue along Jager's bottom lip, begging entrance. Jager gasped against him as Kapkan pushed inside roughly, gripping Jager's hips in clenching fingers.
"Glaz, please..." Jager choked out, feeling like his whole body was electric. The sniper cocked an eyebrow, running a hand through Jager's damp hair.
"I think he wants you." Kapkan leaned down, gnawing on Jager's shoulder, making the slighter man jolt in pleasure. Kapkan pulled out a little more roughly than he had intended and Jager yelped at the sudden motion. He arched down to Glaz's chest, angling his hips up and reached a hand between them, lining up Glaz's dripping cock with his entrance. Jager pushed the sniper's rigid flesh into his body, the slick squelch of the lube easing the way. Jager's voice fluttered from him in one swift rush as he slid himself all of the way down onto Glaz's cock.
"You don't need to push yourself, Jager. We can take as long as you need." There was that fatherly tenderness again. But Jager didn't want to wait. He wanted it all: the sweet kisses, the possessive bites. He wanted to be coddled and claimed, held down and made-love-to. He felt like if he didn't get them both inside he would die. He fumbled behind him, still sliding on Glaz's dick and found the sharp curve of Kapkan's hip, fingers slipping on that sweat-slick skin to curl around the Russian's thick member.
"I feel like we're not running the show anymore, Glaz." Kapkan's predatory chuckle rumbled over Jager's head as he felt a demanding push on his hips, forcing Glaz out most of the way. Kapkan just rested his thick sex against Jager's backside, gripping his and Glaz's cocks in his huge hand. If Jager wanted them both, he was going to have to earn it, work for it.
"Take it slow." Glaz cautioned Jager as he shifted his hips, feeling those thick twin heads push inside. It was long agonizing minutes as Jager gaped around them both, his muscles tightening deliciously. He groaned and panted against Glaz's neck, feeling himself relax by degrees. A shuddering moan was ripped from his throat as Kapkan shifted his hips, sliding in the rest of the way.
"Can I move a little?" The Russian queried as Jager shoved them a little deeper, almost all of the way to the hilt. He was delirious with pleasure, feeling them both sliding into him gently. He nodded and gripped the pillow tighter as Glaz's hands found his hips, thumbs stroking soothingly over the jutting bones he found there.
"Nnngh!" Jager's voice was cracked and rough as Kapkan pushed forward, feeling Glaz roll his hips up greedily, burying himself deeper in Jager's clenching heat. They were moving in tandem now, one pushing, one pulling, sliding in and out of him in a lulling, sultry rhythm. Jager groaned, a high purring whimper as Kapkan thrust in particularly deep, brushing the head of his cock over Jager's sweet spot. He pushed his hips down, rubbing his weeping shaft along the chiseled hardness of Glaz's stomach. The delicious friction was making him light-headed. The pressure was building in his abdomen like a stoked fire. These two powerful men were working him over like he was their next job. Thorough and perfectly in sync. Jager's entire body jolted as Glaz wrapped his curling fingers around his weeping shaft, feeling it slide along the sniper's stomach with every snap of their hips.
Kapkan's teeth connected with the side of Jager's throat, sucking a beautiful red hickey into the operator's pale flesh. He would have one more thing to explain to everybody tomorrow. A groan caught in Jager's throat as his arms were wrenched behind him, strong hands held his wrists as Kapkan continued to slide alongside Glaz. The sniper kissed him hungrily, tongues tangling, swallowing every one of Jager's desperate sounds as those fingers continued to stroke him, feeling the two of them speed up, fingers gripping his hip. He was drowning. The smell of sex and sweat in the small room was overpowering and still they thrust into him, stretching him open, riding this delicious high. Jager was moaning with abandon, body shuddering, tightening around them both. His shoulders ached, but he willed them not to stop.
Please, more! Ohhh! So good! Kapkan, fuck! Glaz, please....don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me!! His brain was unraveling. His body was all slick desire and wanton pleasure, cresting the wave of lust that rocketed through him like an explosion. He loosed a desperate, feral sound and moaned loudly, spilling against Glaz's taught stomach for the second time that night. He shivered, muscles clamped hard around the two of them, pushing his hips down, taking them both deeper. Glaz came first, a broken cry painting his lips as he stilled under Jager, the tight friction pushing him over the edge. Kapkan emptied himself into Jager's body, his cock spurting thick and deep, coating the operator's insides with his hot load. They finally stilled. Panting, ragged breaths painting their lips as Kapkan pulled out as gently as he could to go find a towel. Glaz stayed inside Jager for a few more moments, kissing the German's temple, brushing his lips across Jager's tempting mouth one more time.
"I hope that this wasn't too much for you." Glaz purred, finally softening enough to fall out of Jager's leaking hole. Kapkan handed the towel over and helped Jager up, the sticky evidence of their coupling running down his inner thighs.
"No, I uh...I really liked it. You guys sure know how to show a snooping rat a good time." Jager found an interesting spot on the floor to stare at. He was still unsteady on his feet and Kapkan made him sit on the bed. He pulled his pants and shirt back on, remembering a few hours ago how he was crushing on Glaz's artistic renderings of the towering Russian operative in front of him.
"Hope you learned your lesson." Kapkan's husky voice crashed around Jager, making his brain stutter for a brief moment. He nodded wordlessly and stumbled to the door.
"See you in the mess sometime, eh?" Kapkan chuckled as Jager turned the handle.
"Pleasant dreams." Glaz's soothing voice buzzed through his head as he made his way back to his room wondering how on earth he was going to hide the huge hickey on the side of his throat? How was he going to explain the red bruising splotch on his cheek too? But most of all, how was he going to survive training tomorrow?