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Deimos never shut up. Not for as long as Hank had known him at least. He was only ever quiet when killing someone and even then that was short lived. Hank could put up with the talking though, at least Deimos was funny and he got his jobs done without incident. So, aside from never shutting up Hank was fine with Deimos.

He wouldn’t stop Deimos from talking though, in fact he could tune out most of the noise and focus on what really caught his attention. Deimos’ teeth and his tongue.

Unlike himself, Deimos was just naturally born with sharp teeth like a shark- Hank had to die a couple times to get his own and even then that was partially thanks to his lower jaw being metal. And Deimos’ tongue… Hank wasn’t sure when Deimos got it split and pierced but it was a damn good look for him. Forked on the end with a piercing right where the split stopped, bright and silver in his mouth that glisten each time Deimos stuck his tongue out while focusing.

Hank didn’t have the split tongue or the piercings, not wanting to deal with the healing process of them both so he would instead just admire Deimos’ mouth. At first it was just that, an admiration for looking different and Hank had given Deimos a silent thumbs up when Deimos showed off his tongue after everything had healed. Eventually though as all things went with Hank, it turned into somewhat of an obsession.

Listening to the moments when Deimos was silent as his piercing tap against his teeth impatiently, watching the way Deimos’ tongue swipe across his mouth when he was eating, and even watching the way he would shred into food with his mouth set off a carnal desire in Hank. Which was how he got caught staring at Deimos while they were stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broken down car and about twenty dead agents around them.

“Whats on your mind big guy?” Deimos’ ask, running his jacket across his face. “I have blood on my cheek or something?” Hank shook his head. “Well you’re staring at me so whats going on in that head of yours?”

Hank held his hand up, flicking his two fingers in a sign for Deimos to come closer and Deimos did without hesitation. It wasn’t as if the two had never fooled around before. You get your blood pumping on a mission and sometimes things happened. So Deimos had no issues with climbing into Hanks lap, placing his hands on Hanks shoulders with a grin.

“Just lonely over here Hank?”

Hank huff, reaching up to run his thumbs across Deimos’ cheeks, pulling them back to expose Deimos’ gums. Deimos didn’t fight against it, letting Hanks thumbs rub his gums through his cheeks, and eventually move his hands into Deimos’ mouth. Hanks thumbs trace across Deimos’ teeth, feeling the sharpness of them against his skin. Deimos, ever the funny guy he was, open his mouth wide with an “aaah” sound, making Hank roll his eyes behind his goggles.

Hank put his fingers into Deimos’ mouth, catching Deimos’ tongue between his fingers as he pull it out of his mouth which had Deimos gagging a moment before catching himself. He didn’t fight it at Hank play with his tongue with one hand, the other one feeling his mouth and gums up like he was playing with a toy. Deimos did however grind his hips down against Hanks, feeling how Hank was hard from just playing with his mouth.

“Y’ ike wh’ y’ ee?” Deimos was hardly able to speak with his tongue and mouth being toy with. Hank just gave a nod, his thumb rubbing circles into Deimos’ piercing. Deimos felt his jaw getting a little tired from being force open and he attempt to close it, giving Hank a very slight warning bite so Hank could pull his fingers out and Deimos could give his jaw a moments rest. “Didn’t know you were that interested in my mouth Hank.”

Hank just shrug, pointing at Deimos mouth and then pulling his mask down motion to his own teeth.

“Told you Hank I was born with them sharp.” Deimos lean forward, placing gentle kisses against Hanks jaw. “But I know how to use them. Hey, how about this big guy? Sanford will probably be here to pick us up soon so what do you think about a quick blowjob and when we get back home I’ll lay on the bed and you can play with my mouth as long as you want?” Hank couldn’t say no, nodding rapidly at the suggestion, hands tapping on Deimos excitedly. “Cool.”

Deimos slip down Hanks lap, working fast to pull down Hanks pants and release his cock. He waste no time in taking the tip of Hanks cock into his mouth, making sure to be just a little sloppy with it so Hank could feel his tongue with each motion.

His piercing felt cool against the heat of Hanks cock, trailing across his tip and catching on the slit of his cock which had Hank leaking against his tongue. Deimos expertly clean it up, opening his mouth wide as he took Hanks cock into his mouth, slowly taking in each inch of him.

Hanks hands hit against the ground excitedly, feeling the drag of Deimos’ teeth against his cock. The thought of Deimos biting down on him had Hank trembling, fingers digging into the ground. Deimos look up at Hank, his hands pressing against Hanks thighs to squeeze and massage his muscles. Hank threw his head back, cracking it against the wall behind him but he couldn’t care less.

Knowing Deimos’ eyes were on him still Hank point at his teeth, hoping Deimos would get the sign which he did. Couldn’t be said Deimos wasn’t as much of a freak as Hank as his jaw tense, his sharp teeth pressing against Hanks cock. Hanks hands tremble excitedly, nodding rapidly as Deimos understood exactly what he was asking for.

Deimos didn’t fully bite down but he did allow his teeth to scratch Hanks cock, not pulling any blood but just enough to leave pinkish marks on his skin. Hank let out excited huffs, his eyes squeezing shut behind his goggles as his cock pulse, releasing into Deimos’ mouth unexpectedly fast. Deimos was quick to put his lips around the tip of Hanks cock, swallowing what he could.

Pulling off Hanks cock Deimos wipe his mouth, letting out a whistle before grinning, zipping Hank back into his pants. “That was a lot faster than usual Hank.” Hank grunt at the sentence, turning his head away. “I should let you play with my mouth more often.” Hank nod, the idea already brewing in his head what he’d do back at the base.