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That was all it took for Medic to flip him over and unbuckle his belt with practised ease, lifting him up by his waist and placing him onto the counter, pushing his chest down so his back met the metal surface, his legs suspended in the air. Spy gasped softly at the action, hesitantly tugging down his pants after lifting his hips to assist Medic in undressing him. Medic hummed in acknowledgement, removing his own belt and pants swiftly. Spy straight up whimpered when he saw Medic's dick, hard and throbbing already from just the thought of turning Spy into a wet, shuddering mess.
Medic reached into his breast pocket and fished out a small bottle of lubricant and squeezed some of the slimy fluid onto his fingers, coating them with it. Spy sighed in relief, glad he wasn't going to just go and take all of Medic at once without some form of preparation first. Medic teased Spy's entrance slowly, smearing the lubricant on the outside, Spy's dick twitching in anticipation, his breathing quickening. Medic slowly entered a lubed up finger into Spy, feeling him clench around him.
"So tight, Herr Spy," he said, slowly pumping his finger in and out, relishing in the soft moans Spy was making, how his body seemed to tense up then relax with every thrust. Spy's eyes nearly rolled back when Medic started to speed up, especially since Medic's fingers were so much bigger than his own, nearly two of his own for one of Medic's. Spy almost whined when Medic teased a second finger over his entrance, precum already leaking down the side of his dick, needy and craving any sort of touch.
Spy didn't respond- couldn't respond- as Medic pushed another finger in, pausing for a moment to allow Spy to adjust, not wanting to hurt him. Or at least, not that much. Spy let out a shaky breath when both fingers fully entered him, feeling his walls involuntarily flutter around them. Medic's fingers curled up, prodding a particularly sensitive patch in Spy and making his arch back. Medic chuckled.
After Medic decided that Spy was stretched out enough, he pulled his fingers out, Spy biting back a whine from the loss of contact, looking up at Medic who towered over him. Medic's hands slowly moved up his sides, grabbing his wrists and dragging them up and above Spy's head, pinning him to the countertop. Spy gasped under his breath and looked to the side, glad that his mask covered a majority of his face but still wanting to hide the slight blush that was visible. Medic didn't allow him to have his privacy, moving Spy's wrists and pinning them with just one hand, and moving the other one down to his chin, gripping it firmly and rotating his head to face him, their eyes locking.