Training (Agent 38 M/M Splatoon)

Chapter 3

Agent 3's wrists were trapped above his head, the Octoling above him making his movement limited. He was still so taken aback by the current chain of events that he wasn't sure how to react as he felt the other feverishly tugging at his shorts and pushing his undershirt up.

"E-Eight–Ooh..." The Inkling boy couldn't help the moan that escaped from him as he felt Agent 8's sharp fangs begin to suck and nip at his collarbones. His apprehension was quickly fading away from him as he felt himself writhing against the younger agent to increase the sensation, his eyes falling shut as he did so. His skin was salty against 8's tongue from the day behind them, but the Octoling didn't seem to care about that.

Neither said anything as the octopus continued to abuse his collarbone, letting his hands move roughly against his lower body. He heard Agent 3 gasping under him, causing him to growl against the other.

"Let me touch you," the Octoling finally breathed against him.

Agent 3 complied, tilting his head up and bearing his neck to give him easier access. He didn't know that the octopus was capable of being so animalistic... It was spine-chilling, yet he couldn't say he didn't like this side of him.

The Inkling gasped as he felt the other's hand sliding around his arousal, moving his hand firmly against it. He made a low noise in the back of his throat, rolling his hips upwards in attempt to draw him closer as he felt him kissing at his neck. Agent 8 felt incredible against him; he hadn't realized before that this was something that he could have wanted so badly.

Agent 3 struggled to crane his neck forwards in an attempt to bring his lips close to the octopus's mouth again, a sense of yearning pooling intensely within him. Agent 8 noticed this and caught the other's lips with his. It was a much deeper kiss than before, their mouths opening against each other and 8's tongue hungrily snaking into 3's. Agent 3 sighed into the kiss, tilting his head back and allowing the other to slide his tongue in deeper.

Agent 8 couldn't get enough of the noises the other was making; they sounded gorgeous next to his ears. He pushed his tongue around more, attempting to provoke another string of moans to come from the older agent.

After a while, and much to the other's displeasure, Agent 8 broke away from the kiss, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips as he raised himself above him and caught his breath. He kept his eyes locked on the Inkling's face beneath him, watching the other squirm as he continued to move his hands in the same manner that was previously being done to him. The red tip of his long, curly tentacle had fallen down to rest on 3's forehead, causing the squid to shiver as he opened his eyes to meet the other's gaze.

He didn't say anything, but Agent 3 could feel himself rapidly approaching the edge and knew that he was not going to last much longer. He was never one to be particularly vocal upon release, but Agent 8 took notice of how the other's breaths had sharply quickened and become more erratic, taking that as a cue to go faster. He leaned forward and began pumping his hand faster, panting heavily as he hoped to bring him release quickly.

The two's eyes never left each other, even as Agent 3 began entering his climax. He began to breathlessly pant before letting out a stifled moan as his orgasm was pulled from him, finally letting his eyes slip shut again and pulling his head back. He was glad that Agent 8 had pulled his undershirt off of him earlier, as his stomach was now very much sticky with the mess he was making.

Agent 3 shuddered audibly, propping himself up on his elbows and grunting as he felt the last spurts of cum spilling from his body and landing on himself and Agent 8's lower abdomen. His head lulled to the side heavily as he quietly moaned out the other's name.