Simon's fingers curled around Levi's wrist in that shadowed space, tugging him upright with a firm but discreet pull that had the smaller man's heart hammering against his ribs. They moved like ghosts themselves, slipping past the edge of the briefing table while Price's voice droned on about extraction routes and Soap's laughter masked the soft scrape of boots on concrete. Levi's breath came shallow, his lean frame brushing Simon's side as they edged toward the door, the medic's faint Russian accent threading through a whisper meant only for the lieutenant's ears. "Simon... moy lyubimyy, not here," he murmured, the endearment slipping out husky and warm, laced with that teasing brat edge that promised he'd test the boundaries once they were alone. The risk sharpened everything—the way Gaz's chair scraped back could mean discovery at any second, forcing them to freeze mid-step, bodies pressed close enough that Simon felt the heat radiating from Levi's flushed skin, the faint musk of sweat and adrenaline clinging to them both.

They cleared the room in tense silence, the corridor beyond dimly lit and mercifully empty, but every footfall echoed with the threat of footsteps behind them. Simon's gloved hand stayed at the small of Levi's back, guiding him with possessive pressure that sent sparks racing down the medic's spine, his pussy already slick and aching in anticipation of what waited in the quarters ahead. Levi glanced up through his glasses, hazel-green eyes dark with need, whispering again as they ducked into a side passage to avoid Soap's approaching voice. "Ty khochesh' menya, da? Make me yours, Simon... but quiet, or they'll hear." The words curled around Simon's cock, thickening it against the confines of his fatigues, the heavy ache building with every stolen second. The dog tags at his throat—Levi's tags—pressed like a brand, mirroring the way his own tags hung against Levi's scarred chest, a secret tether pulling them toward that hidden haven.

By the time they reached Simon's door, the anticipation had them both strung tight, breaths mingling in the narrow space as Simon keyed the lock with one hand and pulled Levi inside with the other. The click of the latch sealed them away from the team's oblivious world, but the hunger lingered, Simon's blue eyes burning down at the smaller man as he backed him against the wall, already mapping the freckled throat with a gloved thumb and savoring the shiver it drew. Levi's soft whimper escaped, his body arching instinctively, the promise of slow, marking touches and deep possession hanging thick in the air between them.

Levi's soft whimper escaped, his body arching instinctively, the promise of slow, marking touches and deep possession hanging thick in the air between them. Simon's gloved hand tightened at the medic's hip before he yanked both gloves off with impatient tugs, tossing them aside so bare, callused fingers could shove Levi's shirt collar aside and expose the freckled column of his throat. Without hesitation, Simon sank his teeth into the soft skin just below the jaw, biting down with deliberate force that drew a sharp gasp from Levi, the pressure firm enough to mark but not break, sending jolts of heat straight to the smaller man's core where his pussy throbbed slick and needy against the seam of his fatigues.

The grind followed immediately, Simon's powerful frame pinning Levi harder to the wall as he rolled his hips in slow, grinding circles, the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistent and heavy through layers of fabric against the seam between Levi's thighs. Each deliberate thrust dragged friction over Levi's swollen clit and aching folds, the heat building with every rock of Simon's pelvis, his own breath harsh and accented under the balaclava as he felt the damp warmth seeping through. Levi's hands clutched at Simon's vest, fingers twisting in the straps while his head tilted back to bare more throat, a soft Russian endearment tumbling out in a husky whisper. "Moy voin... tak sil'no, Simon," he breathed, the words trembling with need and that bratty edge, his lean body shuddering as the bite deepened and the grinding intensified, cock grinding firm against his soaked pussy lips through the clothes, the wet sounds barely audible but driving the ache higher.

Simon growled low, the sound vibrating against the fresh mark blooming on Levi's skin, his free hand sliding down to grip the medic's ass and haul him closer for deeper pressure, every roll of hips deliberate to make Levi feel every inch of that hardening length, the promise of bare skin and penetration just out of reach yet building unbearable tension. Levi's whimpers grew wetter, his thighs parting instinctively to cradle Simon's thigh as it slotted between them, grinding up against his dripping entrance with enough force to make his glasses fog slightly at the edges. The scent of their mingled sweat and arousal filled the small quarters, Simon's scarred chest heaving against Levi's as the dog tags clinked softly between them, a secret rhythm matching the pulse pounding in Levi's marked throat.

Simon's grip tightened like iron bands around Levi's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh with possessive force that lifted the smaller man slightly off the ground for a deeper grind. The thick ridge of his cock dragged harder against the soaked seam of Levi's fatigues, pressing right over his swollen clit and parting the slick folds beneath the fabric with every slow, deliberate roll. "Feel that, love? Gonna fuck this pretty cunt raw once these clothes are off," Simon growled against the fresh bite mark on Levi's throat, his Manchester accent rough and low, hot breath seeping through the balaclava to ghost over sweat-slicked skin. The words vibrated straight into Levi's pulse point, making his pussy clench and drip more arousal that soaked through to dampen Simon's own fatigues. "Gonna mark every inch inside you, fill you up till you're leaking me for days—quiet now, or the whole bloody team's gonna hear how my boy's begging for it."

Levi's whimper broke into a shaky moan, his thighs spreading wider around Simon's leg as the grinding intensified, the friction building a hot, aching pressure that made his clit throb and his entrance flutter with empty need. "Moy Simon... pozhaluysta, glubzhe," he gasped in Russian, the endearment tumbling out husky and bratty, his freckled hands clawing at Simon's vest straps while his scarred chest heaved against the lieutenant's. The dog tags clinked louder with each thrust, Simon's bare fingers yanking Levi's hips forward to meet the next grind, cockhead catching just right over the sensitive nub and sending sparks of wet heat flooding through Levi's core. The quarters smelled thick with their shared musk, the faint creak of the wall behind Levi's back mixing with the wet drag of fabric and Simon's low, filthy promises whispered right into the bite: "That's it, take it—gonna bite these tits next, suck marks into your cunt lips before I shove in deep and breed you proper."

The grind never slowed, Simon's thigh flexing to rub firmer against the dripping slit, every inch of contact sending jolts of slick friction up Levi's spine until his glasses fogged fully and his hips jerked in helpless little circles, chasing more. Simon's free hand slid up to fist in Levi's messy bun, tugging just enough to bare more throat for another slow lick over the mark, tasting salt and heat while his cock twitched heavy and insistent against the medic's soaked pussy. "Mine," he rumbled, the single word a command that made Levi shudder and leak harder, the anticipation coiling tighter with every shared breath.

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