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Soft breath against his ear, rough Mann Co. issued sheets against his back. Gentle hands fell upon him, exploring, tracing up and down his sides and wrapping around his biceps. He reaches out, fingers finding purchase in tangled curls. His other hand slides up a warm thigh, feeling the bumps and scars covering its surface.
The strong muscles twitch under his touch, squeezing tighter against his waist.
“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Engineer murmurs, pulling them in closer to press a tender kiss against their lips.
Pyro giggles, cupping his face in their hands. “Aren’t I?”