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When Tejo is about to push inside, cock hard and slick with copious saliva, is a sudden bang echoing throughout the dark alcove from the outside.
Clove's heart thrums like a drum line in their chest as they stare wide-eyed at Tejo. There’s another crash and it has the intelligence consultant leaning down to cover Clove. The human blanket of warmth settles over the smaller agent. There’s an odd stutter of their already frantic heartbeat as Clove automatically wraps their arms around broad shoulders.
"Who’s out there?" Clove asks and Tejo glances over to the locked door hidden behind dark shadows.
Tejo curls his body further and looks back to Clove, "Hopefully, it's someone who'll leave us."
Clove's hips tilt upward as warm thighs anchor themselves scoot under their lower half. The press of Tejo's cock nestled between their folds but not fully inserted and the throttling sensation of their heart has Clove's hole clenching down on nothing.
Instead of another dizzying boom, the faint buzz of a quiet conversation floats past the outside cracks. Despite the night's shade, Clove can see every nook and cranny of the disappointment—and faint sheepish look—coloring his face.
Clove remembers the strange expression Tejo had for a brief second right before their encounter and a flash of something races from their head to their toes. They dig their blunt fingertips in the meat of Tejo's back and growls, "I don't care about the shite they're doing. Come on, get to it."
Tejo's sharp eyebrows flit upwards before his usual smug demeanor returns and a smirk tugs on his lips. Calloused fingers wrap around Clove's hips, easily moving them to where he wants. He murmurs, "As you wish," and kisses their cheek.
Clove finally gets what they want when a smooth roll of his hips shoves the full length inside them as they choke off a garbled gasp.