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Fenton couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that erupted from his beak, his eyes closing as Gyro continued to kiss along the expanse of his throat and shoulder. “Fenton.” Gyro hissed, his breath hot against his feathers, “Quiet down. We don’t want to get caught.” He chastised, pressing harder into the flesh as he continued working his way down.
Fenton rolled his eyes, fingers tangling in Gyro’s hair and giving a small tug, “ You’re the one who wanted to sneak away for a bit.” He replied, pulling Gyro’s head back so as to look him in the eye. “It’s not my fault that your favorite thing to do on our break is making out in your office.” His eyes narrowed as he grinned wider at his boyfriend.
Gyro huffed, and instead of dignifying Fenton with a witty response he leaned in, pressing their mouths together once more. And Fenton laughed, and Gyro wanted to drown in the sweet sound for the rest of his life.