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The corridor was quiet in the dead of the night.
Granted, it was well past 3am and everyone else was either still in the mess hall, where Sova and Sage were probably still trying to force the single braincell trio (*cough* JettPhoenixYoru *cough*) to stop drinking and go to sleep, or had already gone to bed long before.
That left Cypher with a semi-passed out Killjoy in his arms in a princess carry. She was so small compared to the Moroccan man; it was something he never really noticed until now. The little engineer stirred a bit here and there, trying to stay awake but not really succeeding.
"Anna?" Cypher whispered.
Her arms were already snaked around his neck, holding on so tightly that it felt like she would lose him the moment she let go. Cypher smiled softly and took this opportunity to leave a light kiss on her forehead. Had he been more sober and less tired, he would never have let himself do that. But right now, he was drunk as fuck and there was nothing on his mind but his beautiful little Anna.
Cypher soon reached Killjoy’s room and the door opened upon recognizing him and its owner. Though Killjoy had secretly programmed it so Cypher had the access to come in whenever he wanted, but he pretended he didn't know she did it for him to keep her pride.
He softly whispered an ‘apologies for intruding’ out of habit, softly padding his feet on the fuzzy carpet that Killjoy lay out on every inch of her room, despite Brimstone’s nagging to not do that.
Reaching the edge of her bed, Cypher noticed she had recently changed the sheets to a deep blue that resembled the colour of his eyes.
A rather sappy smile bloomed across his face.
"Heh… you really do look amazing when you smile…"
Killjoy's lazy voice snapped Cypher's attention to her and her flushed face and lidded eyes.
Oh boy.
"Pfft, are you sure? Have you not looked in a mirror today?" Cypher gave her a slightly flirtatious taunt coupled with a little smirk.
"Oh~ you still don't accept defeat now do y-"
One of Killjoy's hands flew to her mouth mid-sentence and before Cypher could react, Killjoy had not only thrown her head on his shoulder, she had also thrown up on his back.
"Ack! Anna! See this is why I told you to stop drinking earlier!" Cypher quickly set her down on the bed and rushed to the bathroom to grab a bucket, a towel, and a glass of water.
The Moroccan man scrambled around the bathroom, slightly panicked. He quickly got annoyed at the very disgustingly wet feeling on his back and opted to just take off his sweater altogether in exasperation.
Thump!
Just as Cypher was wiping his back down, a loud thump made him whip his head in the direction it came from, which was Killjoy's bed.
"Anna??" Cypher immediately stopped and grabbed a glass of water before rushing back out.
He was met with Killjoy half sprawled across the floor, legs still hanging on the bed. Cypher quickly placed the glass on the bedside table and picked Killjoy up again, who clung onto him and let out a soft whimper.
"Where… did you go…? Don't leave…"
"I'm not going anywhere sweetheart," Cypher gently cooed. "I'm right here. Drink some water."
With a little coaxing, he got Killjoy to slowly drink the glass of water. After drinking about a third though, she stopped and just flopped herself into Cypher's chest, as if soaking in the warmth and comfort of someone she trusted wholeheartedly, breathing steady and calm.
Cypher gave a very soft and exasperated huff but just proceeded to carefully remove her jacket, shoes, and socks so she could sleep properly, though it did prove to be a small challenge with her clinging to him like glue.
"Aamir…"
He could hear her occasionally mumble his name under her breath.
"I'm right here, sweetheart."
Was his response to her every time.
When he finally got her jacket off, Cypher moved to tuck her in like he always would every time he had to carry her back. Except, this time was different.
Cypher lingered for far longer than he normally would. And just as he was pulling away to leave, Killjoy grabs him in a panic.
Whump.
The sound of something hitting the duvet rings out and in an instant, Cypher is on top of Killjoy, still shirtless and dazed from the alcohol.
Time stands still for a moment as they lock eyes.
They stare in silence.
It's only when Killjoy reaches out to gently cup his face with her hands that time begins to flow for them again. She gently caresses Cypher's stubble and his cheeks, subconsciously pulling him in closer. Cypher doesn’t fight it, he’s far too enamoured to resist anyway. It's only after their lips touch does Cypher realize that 'wait, this is happening' , before closing his eyes and committing to the kiss.
It was a slow kiss. A very slow, explorative, and tender kiss. They both take their time exploring the nooks and crannies of each other's lips, savouring every moment like it would be the first and last time they would get to experience this.
Hesitant but drunk on the high he was feeling, Cypher tried to worm his tongue into Killjoy's and was met with a very quick approval, the latter reciprocating almost instantly.
It got heated pretty fast from there.
The kiss got a little sloppier, desperation and longing slowly seeping through the two geniuses. Cypher wasn’t sure how long they were kissing, but he felt even less sober than before after they pulled away from each other, gasping for air, panting heavily with flushed cheeks as the sheets and duvet became more rustled.
They both stared at each other in a drunken haze, not fully processing what had just happened. All they knew is that this wasn’t enough.
Killjoy was pretty sure (somewhere in the back of her mind) that this wasn’t a good idea, but she had been secretly pining for him for so long that all the inhibitions she had up until now just vanished. Cypher, on the other hand, knew for a fact that they shouldn’t be doing this. All of him was screaming to walk away, but at the same time, the little devil in him drowned out all rationale and replaced it with overwhelming desire. After all, he was very aware of just how smitten he was; admitting it was the problem.
It had also been a long time since he got laid.
Cypher leans back in to kiss Killjoy again while repositioning himself so he wasn’t falling off the bed. The kiss is deeper now with both of them wholly committed to the act, and it elicits a small moan from Killjoy, promptly flipping a switch in the Moroccan man.
“Mmph?!”
Killjoy finds herself being pinned down to the bed; both her hands suddenly entwined in Cypher’s as he holds them down, his naked torso pressed against her still clothed body, his lips aggressively attacking hers, eliciting more soft moans and pants. She was getting dizzy from their intense makeout session, and the fact that her body was pressed up against Cypher's naked torso when you normally wouldn't even see an inch of his skin. That realization only pushed the feeling even higher.
When Cypher pulled away, his whole body was essentially pressed up against Killjoy, and she could feel the unmistakable bulge down there, sitting very close to her still-clothed delicate spots.
They were both still panting for air, but Killjoy decided to take the wheel for a moment. She wasn’t about to be a pillow princess!
"!!! Anna?!"
The little but very feisty engineer had reached over and boldly grabbed Cypher's crotch through his pants, sending shivers down his spine. Slightly smirking at her partner's reaction, Killjoy proceeded to continue gently teasing and stroking his dick through the fabric. Frankly, it was driving Cypher insane.
He took hold of her hand to stop her for a quick moment as he gasped for air, head drooped while trying to regain control over himself. Killjoy stared at him, mildly surprised he stopped her, but it didn’t last long as Cypher lifted his head to throw her a naughty smile before slowly guiding her to his pant zipper, explicitly giving her his permission to strip him further.
Killjoy fumbles with the zipper; it wasn’t easy to remove someone’s pants while said person had gone back to slow kissing her.
Just as she successfully pulled the zipper down, Killjoy felt a hand slide up her shirt. The sudden touch made her jump a little and Cypher immediately pulled back, pausing to see if she was okay with continuing.
"Do you want to stop…?"
Of course, sober Killjoy would have been very grateful that Cypher was being considerate, but drunk Killjoy was frowning and pouting at him for stopping. She squirms a little to get some room to move before proceeding to take her shirt off, tossing it in a random direction, revealing her bare stomach and pastel baby blue bra.
"Shut up and kiss me."
Killjoy grabs Cypher's face and proceeds to kiss him aggressively.
Things happened in a haze after that. Killjoy quickly, albeit still a little clumsily, stripped Cypher’s pants off while her own shorts got flung somewhere else, much like the duo’s remaining ability to think rationally. The German wrapped her arms around his back and pressed their bodies flush against each other once more, except that now it was skin on skin as they relished the touch and body heat of another person. Cypher slowly snaked his fingers up Killjoy's back to the clasp of her bra and deftly unhooked them, much to the latter’s surprise.
A small gasp of surprise escaped Killjoy’s mouth and Cypher took that moment to pull back and let her fall back onto the bed.
He stares at her as she lay there, panting, flushed, shy, arms crossed around her chest in a very feeble attempt to keep the bra from coming off and revealing her breasts. Her head turned away to the side as she stole some glances at Cypher, embarrassed at how he was admiring her while basically straddling her. She was never self-conscious about her intelligence, far from it in fact. Her physical body though, it was something she never put too much thought into until now.
“I- I’m warning you, I don't have the body of a model or the boobs of one…” She muttered, all confidence instantly evaporating, mildly wondering why she never took care of herself a tiny bit more.
Cypher, though, was baffled. Her frame was small and had some scars from various close-call missions, but she looked perfect to him.
Trailing one of his hands down her surprisingly thin physique, Cypher made a very quick mental note to make sure she ate more. He then traced that one scar near her hip that happened more recently before moving it back up to cup her cheek.
“You’re beautiful, okay? Don't think that you’re any less."
The way he said it so softly and lovingly sent all the blood rushing to Killjoy's face as she relaxed and slowly let her arms move from hiding her chest to letting it rest on her tummy. She was already shy since no one else had ever seen her so exposed before, but having the guy that she'd been secretly infatuated over looming over her and treating her so gently? Killjoy felt like she was in a dream.
This beast of a man, who she mostly only saw behind a mask, was now right in front of her with his mask off, no pretenses, nothing. Only his true self and scars can be seen, as if showing her the untold story of his life. It was like a hidden treasure only she had the privilege of seeing.
"No, you're more breathtaking than I could ever be…" Killjoy breathed, gently touching the biggest scar that ran down his shoulder, and Cypher shivered at the touch.
“ Ya 'iilahi , the things you do to me,” Cypher muttered, before moving her bra out of the way and leaning down to suck her left boob.
“A-ah!” Killjoy yelped, arms grasping at the Moroccan man’s hair.
The moan that escaped her lips as she gasped in surprise was louder than she expected. Staring down at the Moroccan man who had latched his lips onto her nipple to gently suck it, she lifted her head, which took more effort than she would have liked, to half glare half stare down at the stupid hot sentinel that was this close to making her lose her mind. Cypher had the audacity to pause and throw her a mischievous grin.
Killjoy, however, was not about to let him get away with this. Summoning whatever strength she had left after being basically reduced to putty in the intel broker’s arms, she caught him off guard and pushed Cypher to the side, deftly flipping the tables and having him land on his back on the other side of the bed before quickly jumping over to straddle him.
Now at the bottom, Cypher blinked at Killjoy in surprise, somewhat stunned into shock but also pretty damn impressed.
A very brief silence filled the space as they eyed each other.
The little engineer, however, was far from done. She quickly shimmied her way to the edge of the bed and pulled his boxers down to reveal a very painfully erect Cypher Jr.
“Wait, Anna!” He shot up and reached out to stop her, but she was faster and grabbed him by the wrist.
Truth be told, Cypher had been hesitant to proceed anywhere below the waist because he was worried he would push too far, make a mistake, drive her away, anything really. Even though Killjoy had been nothing but consenting and making space to accommodate them both, he couldn't shake that instinctive fear. Thankfully, his little engineer knew that he would shut her out if she left it up to him, so it was time for her to get the ball rolling.
"I'm not waiting any longer, Liebling ."
Killjoy shot him a naughty little smirk (that introduced some very interesting emotions in Cypher) before immediately dropping and attempting to swallow his whole 7" dick and somewhat succeeding with 3 quarters of it.
The Intel broker let out a sound that sounded like something in between a gasp and a moan.
"A-anna! D-don't- Ah!"
As if on cue, Killjoy suddenly disengaged with a mildly strangled choke, very obviously new to giving blowjobs.
"God, Anna, please don't force yourself."
"Who says I'm forcing myself?" She shot him another challenging and stubborn, albeit rather disheveled, smirk and went down on Cypher again, once more with no warning.
But true to her title as a young genius, Killjoy learned fast. Soon enough, with a bit of guidance from the man himself, Cypher felt like he was getting head from an actual goddess. She wasn't able to really deepthroat him, but that wasn't an issue. Killjoy had settled into a steady rhythm, sucking and licking and gently fondling his balls all at once while her recipient had his hands tangled in her hair, trying his best to keep the rhythm and not just slam his whole dick into her mouth.
Cypher felt like he was going to pass out from pleasure.
"I- I'm close, stop-"
Killjoy instead increased her pace.
"A-anna! I-"
It was one of the most mind-blowing orgasms he'd had in his life.
Cypher couldn't do much but sit there as he rode out the waves of pleasure with his hands in her hair while Killjoy just remained there, hunched over the edge of the bed, still sucking his dick like it was a whole ass lolipop. He could barely believe it, she was just casually taking his cum in her mouth.
After what felt like an eternity, Killjoy slowly released his dick and covered her mouth, which alarmed Cypher.
"Anna, are you alright, sweetheart? I told you th-"
The rest of the words died in his mouth.
Killjoy looked back at him with the biggest shit-eating (or in this case, cum-eating) grin before opening her mouth and showing Cypher her empty mouth.
She swallowed.
He gaped at her in shock.
"I said I would drop to my knees for you, Aamir. I don't lie."
"Fuck."
The words barely left his mouth before Cypher sprung back up, flung his boxers off, and pulled her back up onto the bed, causing a small yelp to escape Killjoy’s mouth. He deftly took the tripwire he left on the bedside table and bound her hands together, pinning them to the headboard before slow kissing her to stop her from protesting in any way.
His other hand gently toyed with her breasts and nipples to tease her a little before finally moving past her waist to touch her clit through her panties.
Killjoy jolted and moaned a little, which only fueled him to continue even more. She struggled a little but the soft moans never ceased and Cypher took it as a sign he could continue, but he still wanted to make sure she was alright; hurting her was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.
He pulled away for a moment and let her catch her breath, but Killjoy was dazed and also quite frustrated from being edged a few times.
“Aamir- W-wh-”
“Is… this your first time?”
The question caught Killjoy off guard. She blinked at him for a moment but when the words sunk in, she immediately averted her eyes, embarrassed.
“Y-yeah…” She softly mumbled, still unable to meet his eyes.
Cypher let out a small chuckle at Killjoy’s switch from dominant to shy and reached out to caress her cheek gently, causing her to look back at him. Her eyes looked scared but her actions from before already showed she was determined to go through with this, and the intel broker knew better than to pull away now, she would not stand for it.
With that thought in mind, Cypher was determined to make sure she couldn’t stand up at all the next day.
“Fret not, I’ll take care of you.”
“... I trust you.”
And with that, the conversation ended and the mood had slightly shifted; lust was no longer the main driving factor behind their actions, alcohol loosened their minds enough to let the duo simply feel the emotions they had for each other with no inhibitions. They close in for a soft kiss, the softest one by far, and Cypher slowly slips Killjoy’s panties off before undoing the tripwire holding her wrists together, intending to have her get used to his finger(s) before going any further.
Of course, the fact that Killjoy was very wet wasn’t surprising, he had been teasing her for quite a while. What he didn’t expect was his two fingers to slide in with little resistance, and it meant that while she had never had sex, she had played with herself before.
Cypher slid in another finger and her moans only grew louder, and a mischievous grin crept onto his face.
“My my, I see someone has been playing with herself eh?” He leaned in close to whisper in her ear while increasing the pace of his fingers.
“Mmph-!” Killjoy let out a gasp, she felt like she was on cloud nine since Cypher’s fingers were rougher and larger than hers, hitting spots she couldn't reach before.
“Aw, enjoying ourselves? Were you also thinking of me while you fingerfucked yourself, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes-! I- I do think of you…”
The sadist in Cypher slightly reared its head but was very quickly shut down by Killjoy’s response. He froze and leaned back a little to look his little engineer in the eye, who was panting, flushed, and confused as to why he stopped yet again.
She was coming undone in his hands and it made Cypher want to fuck her stupid.
“Aamir? Why did you sto-!”
Killjoy was silenced with an aggressively eager kiss while she whined at the loss of his fingers inside her, desperately wanting him to just bring her to orgasm.
“Please…” Killjoy gasps in between their kisses, “Please, Aamir, I need you.”
“Don't worry, my little engineer. Your wish is my command." Cypher detaches himself from her lips and positions himself at the entrance of her soaking wet pussy, prodding at it to tease her a little more.
A frustrated frown made its way onto Killjoy's face and she pushed her body up to really accentuate her frustration right in his face. Cypher let out a small laugh at her pout before giving her a peck on the nose.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you, just…" his voice lowered to a gentle whisper, "please let me know if it hurts."
Killjoy's expression softens and she nods in return, wrapping her arms around Cypher's shoulders as he slowly pushed the tip of his dick in.
She gasped as the tip went in; it felt so much bigger than his fingers, and it made her wince a little in pain.
Cypher stopped the moment he felt her grip tighten.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, does it hurt? I can stop if-"
"No, keep going," Killjoy breathed out, shaking her head as it lay in the crook of his neck. She briefly leaned back to rest her forehead against his and look into his brilliant blue eyes.
"Take me, Aamir. I'm yours."
Cypher felt his heart skip almost several beats.
"Very well, amirti ."
He planted another soft kiss, but on her forehead this time, before returning his attention to his still painfully erect dick that was a third of the way into his little engineer's heat.
Slowly, Cypher continued to push the rest of his length in, occasionally stopping to let Killjoy get used to his dick, and when she nodded he would continue.
Killjoy, on the other hand, had never felt so full before.
She could feel her insides stretch out and almost mold itself around Cypher's dick, and while it did hurt a bit, she could feel the way his shaft moved against some sensitive spots she never even knew she had.
"A-ah…"
Before she knew it, her pussy had swallowed his whole length. As Killjoy looked down to see what it looked like, she swore she saw a small bulge in her abdomen where Cypher's dick sat snugly inside her.
Fuck, that was so hot.
"Anna? Are you okay?"
Cypher's concerned (and slightly impatient) voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she lifted her head to look at him.
"Ja… I'm good. Just… you're big."
That elicited a small cackle from the Moroccan Intel broket, as well as a small smirk.
"Such flattery. I'll be sure to reward you well for that…"
A small peck landed on Killjoy's nose.
"I'm going to start moving okay?"
She nodded, and Cypher began to slowly move in and out. Small pants and moans occasionally escaped from both of them, and for Killjoy, the pain slowly but surely turned into pleasure as she got used to having a dick inside her.
Soon enough, the pace picked up and the moans got less restrained.
At this point Killjoy had let go of Cypher and plopped herself back onto the bed while she bucked her hips up for her partner as the latter gripped onto her hips, thrusting in and out with clean and quick strokes.
Each time Cypher would pull out almost all the way and thrust back all the way in one smooth motion, and each time it hit the base Killjoy felt the indescribable feeling of building pleasure.
"A-Aamir-! Ah-!"
Her gasps and moans only grew, and something about Anna desperately moaning out his real name flipped a switch in Cypher. He started to move faster and harder, and Killjoy left like she was going to faint at how hard she was getting pounded.
"Anna- I- I'm close- let go-"
"No-!"
Cypher was about to let go to pull out, but Killjoy was faster and locked him inside her with her legs while she reached out to embrace him.
She was so close and she really wanted to finish.
In the end, they both came together, and Cypher was barely holding himself together while experiencing what was probably one of the most intense orgasms he's felt in a long, long time.
Killjoy had gone into a state of pure bliss as she orgasmed, feeling the warm semen gush inside her with her legs tightly wrapped around Cypher's back.
A couple of seconds (which felt like an eternity for them) passed and the Moroccan pulled Killjoy forward into his arms which put her in a position that was essentially her sitting on his still-hard dick; she was panting softly now, gripping onto his back as she rode out her own orgasm.
Killjoy held onto him, dazed with pleasure, simply feeling her partner's length nestled inside her pussy as if plugging her up to prevent all the semen from leaking out.
Cypher kept his hold on her as he lay down on his back, leaving Killjoy lying on his chest, dick still inside but slowly softening.
He nuzzled his face into the German's soft black hair, breathing in her scent. The latter was beginning to fall asleep, completely spent, satisfied, and safe. Killjoy mumbled something that was a little too soft for Cypher to hear, but he swore he heard his name.
"Mmn… ich liebe dich, Aamir…" -was the last thing he heard.
Unfortunately, Cypher didn't understand German and he was also falling asleep. The nagging voice of post-nut clarity was somewhere in the back of his head, but the intoxication plus pure exhaustion won over, and once again, against any form of better judgment, he opted to just clumsily drape the blankets over the both of them just before his eyes closed.
They would deal with the consequences later.
Now, the only thing that mattered was that they felt safe and warm in each other's embrace.