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"Yeah, there ya go boyo, just a bit faster-"
Jack bites back a moan, and goes to pull his hands away.
Atlas' voice crackles over the radio. "You're almost there. Ya can't quit now, what if some splicer strolls in on you?" The man is practically cooing.
He's panting, and beads of sweat are starting to form on his temple. His hands are slick with oil. Everything is hot and fuzzy.
Atlas licks his lips, and his clothes rustle. "You're almost- Almost-"
"WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS OF VALUE!"
Jack rests his head against cool glass, and tugs his sweater down.
