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Sniper gazed darkly down at Spy as the Frenchman crawled towards his spread legs as he was sat, face level with the revolver - Spy's own revolver - in his hand, eyes lidded. The Aussie couldn't help the smirk tugging at his thin lips as he nudged the muzzle of the gun to Spy's lips. "Open wide, roo," He murmured cruelly, letting out a soft breath of satisfaction as Spy did exactly that.
The Aussie watched as Spy's lips parted, tongue darting out hesitantly to run along the underside of the revolver's barrel, brows drawn together needily whilst his grey eyes held contact with Sniper's own, intimate and desperate as he slowly took the muzzle into his mouth, lips stretching around the cool steel of the gun with a muffled whine, hands planted on the floor between his thighs where he knelt.
"That's it, sweet'eart," Sniper hummed, voice a low, lustful rumble as he urged the revolver deeper into Spy's mouth and eliciting a warning growl from him in protest, the Frenchman's eyes watering slightly. "Sorry roo," the Aussie cooed, not sounding very sorry at all. Sniper's index finger traced the curve of the trigger, eyes lidded as he fingered the very thing that could end this little tryst and send Spy right back to respawn.
"You're a perfect little pet, ain't ya?" He purred, stroking the smooth material of Spy's balaclava gently. Spy just whimpered around the gun pathetically.