My Comic Scripts for Shoreline (posting for absolutely no reason)

Literally Nonsense (Eve)

『li'l paragraph piece』

After quite a while, the four went back to the studio to Rehearse some of their music for the concert and ended up with Cap'n and Agent 8 separated from the other two. Turns out, they wandered into another room to "practice Milö's synth piece instrumentally" but the only noise the other two heard was noises the two estimated. They did their best to ignore the ruckus and focus on the music, but the sound of a mere guitar and bass wasn't enough to block the noise out.

WHY ALWAYS AT THE WORST TIMES?: Ashe

I really don't know, might as well interrupt them: Devon

LANDON, MILÖ, WE'RE OFF FOR THE MISSION!: Ashe

[they hear Milö gasp as the two leave the studio]

Why being with a married couple is horrendous sometimes: Devon

Right?!: Ashe

||The juicy part (paragraphing this so it doesn't look that awkward)||

Seeing our Captian this vulnerable is mirthful, I watch him get on his knees and look up at me with a slightly scared expression. "Milö, I don't want this to be too much to ask..." he says with a face as red as a pack of strawberries.
"Yes love?"
"You s-said after the mission"
"So you're asking for it?" I say as he's completely silent. I unzip my pants as I hear Ashe and Devon saying they're off.
"You're free to go," I say
"Thanks, don't screw over your husband," said Agent 4 before marching out of the studio with Agent 6.
I genuinely feel bad for the two, I understand why they would leave. Keeping a glance at Landon, I proceed with my risky plans. Lifting his chin, I tilt my head in confusion.
"N-No that's too big..." he says as I completely ignore his little comment.
"Like this?"
"Y-yeah sure"
My cheeks heat up as I feel his mouth on my tip. His soft, delicate lips feel virtually fragile to my touch. He squirmed under me as I trace the outline of his jawline while making sure I put at least an inch down his throat. "So, any comments?" I ask with a concerned look on my face, his shakey reaction softening my expression. Watching him drool and twirl his tongue around my tip makes me want to claim him after the multiple times I have already done it. I push his head into it a little more as I decide to give him some access.
"This is well-deserved meu Prezado"
"Got it..."
He can bairly speak without a shake in his voice or a shiver down his spine, either way, I'm still upright.

I hear him groan and moan against my hard member, feeling his soft skin press against my thing makes me go harder.
"I see you're enjoying such a thing," I say as he's panting and is redder than a ripe apple. Watching him gasp in shock as I cum without warning and take a quick photo of his face before pulling out.

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