Final addition for this and this.
Support classes are oddly hard for me to draw…
Also Scrunchy is awesome, because she added fics to go with this. I hope this pleases all the Pyro shippers. :>
LOOK AT SPY’S FUCKIN’ FACE.
Moo’s a freakin’ beast at these things. Like damn, u overachiever uwu
Sniper’s hips slap against Pyro’s ass as thrusts into the man again and again. The firebug looks blissed out of his mind beneath him and that’s just the way Sniper likes him. He doesn’t care where he is or what he sees, just as long as he’s got that look, that perfect, beautiful look of utter happiness upon his face… that’s good enough for the wily outdoorsman.
His breaths come in ragged bursts, fingers clenching the sheets as he leans down to suckle Pyro’s earlobe. A fierce growl leaves him, his new position and new angle ripping a wave of perfect heat through his gut. He snarls again, tongue slipping out to trace the spot beneath Pyro’s ear when he hears the whimper of fear from the man beneath him.
Panting, a little wild eyed and oh-so-close, Sniper pulls back to look at him, eyes the wide, confused gaze and realizes that each ragged, disappointed breath is coming out rather harsh, almost a rumbling growl in the base of his throat.
“Oh, bloody hell…” Sniper lets out a soft laugh, bringing his hand up from the covers to rub Pyro’s chest soothingly. “Oh, love, ‘m sorry…” He leans in for a kiss, a nuzzle, a gentle peck and then a press of lips to nose. “ ’m sorry ‘f I frightened you out of it… damn…”
“It’s… it’s okay.” Pyro smiles and it’s infectious. The marksman finds his lips twitching as well. “It was just… s-strange and sudden.” He sighs and leans up for another kiss as Sniper’s hand settles to rubbing his nipple. “I’m fine… you should finish.” He murmurs, pulling him closer with his calf behind his thigh and arching to thrust back on him.
“Alright…” Sniper rubs his forehead against Pyro’s and laughs. “Only if you join me, though.” He says, bringing his hand down from Pyro’s nipple, tracing constellations of freckls down the curling happy trail to tuck at his lover’s cock.
“Fine… if I have to…” Pyro laughs a little and Sniper joins him, pressing soft kisses to his lips and face as he brings them off, himself coming deep within the fire starter and the other spilling across his hand with a soft sigh. His face is blissful again, and Sniper captures his lips, a light growl rolling up from his throat.
It’s a fade back into reality, not a jerk or a sudden change, but Pyroland just melts away and he’s left staring up at Medic gently holding his arm and hand, his left forefinger and thumb gently pressing at the crook between Pyro’s thumb and index.
“I… did I go…?” He feels confused, like he’s just woken from a nap, but he’s hard and Medic’s still gently rutting against him from above, so… yes, they were having sex—he remembers—and then he went to Pyroland. “Sorry…” he murmurs, blushing and looking to the side, biting his lip and pressing his palm to the doctor’s chest, rubbing as if in apology.
“Ah… schatz… it’s fine…” Medic chuckles and pets his arm soothingly, his left hand slipping up to twine with the fingers of Pyro’s. “You’re back now… if it happens again, I can pull you back just as gently…” He tells him, leaning down for a slow, soft kiss as his hips begin grinding a little harder, a little faster..
“O-okay… yeah…” Pyro closes his eyes tight and arches a little into the thrusts. “Yeah…” he sighs, the music floating back and color blooming behind his closed lids. He feels Medic’s hand slip up his arm to cup the back of his neck and feels his thumb and forefinger put gentle pressure against the divets on either side, at the junction of his skull and neck. “O-oh…” he fades back in, the music leaves and all he’s left with is Medic’s panting breaths, the beat of his heart against his hand on his chest, the heat and smell of the man rutting down against him. Medic takes their cocks in his right hand and pulls Pyro up to kiss him with a hand on his side.
“Welcome back…” he chuckles, nuzzling into Pyro’s cheek and giving his cheek a soft kiss as they climax together. It fills Pyro with a soft, warm heat rather than a raging, consuming fire, and he wraps his arms around Medic’s neck, eyes shut tight and reveling in the plainness of the dark, the sweaty skin against his own and the murmured German words that have become a new, happier place than his imagined candyland.
Smoke gives lovemaking a certain ambiance, and Spy thinks it’s rather fitting for the man he’s with. It just makes sense.
When he presses the cherry to Pyro’s skin, he doesn’t expect the whimper, the way his nose scrunches and the wetness to the man’s eyes. He yanks it back and Pyro’s eyes dim back into that place, a smile taking over again, but it’s not because of him.
He sucks in a breath and steels himself before pressing again, harder, grinding a bit. This time, the whimper is louder, and as soon as Pyro comes back to him, he’s kissing the man’s cheekbones, trailing his lips through the salty tears and murmuring apologies as he drops the now-cold cigarette to the bed and clutches his lover tighter, still moving into him, still exacting their pleasure. He regrets his method of pulling Pyro back from the edge, though. More so when he feels the man’s hard on flagging.
“That hurt…” Pyro mumbles softly.
“I know… I know, mon flamme…” Spy murmurs, still kissing and nuzzling and apologizing desperately as his hand takes the man’s cock and tries to tempt it back to a full hardness. “I’m sorry…” he whispers, rolling his hips up into Pyro and holding himself back until he can get Pyro up again, until he can get the other man to come first and perhaps relieve a little of the nagging guilt that plagues him.
They’re all of them absolute darlings. I can’t even with all these feels! You guys’ art and writing is the best.