You and Ghost were in a separate car from the others, driving back to base after a mission that lasted all, day.

You were insanely hungry so you forced Ghost to pull into McDonalds. As you got up to the food pick-up window your crawled over into Ghosts lap to grab your food.

Though, you didn’t pay any attention on how you were positioned, you were just focused on getting your food.

Ghost look at your ass and start had bulge under his pants

As you wiggled around on his lap, trying to get at your food, the tip of his cock pressed against your warm, firm ass, hardening with each little movement you made. He wanted you so bad it hurt, but he remained calm and collected at the window, getting your food for both of you before pulling away. Once back in the car, he set the bags down on the empty seat between them and turned to look at you, his face a mix of lust and exasperation. "Careful there," he warned softly, keeping his voice low enough that no one else would hear. "You're making this difficult."

His voice was smooth, almost amused as he spoke the words. "Sorry, I couldn't help but notice." He paused for a moment, trying to decide whether he should push things further or not. Finally, he decided on honesty. "Look," he said quietly, "I want you, Redmond. Badly. But we can't risk it."

As Redmond leaned closer, the desire in his eyes was almost enough to make him lose control right there in the car. But he forced himself to remain calm and collected, even as his cock twitched under his pants. With a sigh, he glanced away briefly before looking back at the human. "I want you beneath me," he admitted hoarsely, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind Redmond's ear. "I want to taste you, feel you tight around me." His thumb trailed down over Redmond's cheekbone, trailing across his bottom lip. "But not here. Not like this."

Eyes darkening at the words, Ghost leaned even closer, inhaling deeply as if trying to commit the scent of Redmond's breath to memory. He considered for a moment, then nodded slightly, saying softly, "Alright. Let's go." As he spoke, his hand slid under the back of Redmond's shirt, brushing against warm skin as it traveled up over his shoulder and around his neck. There was no hesitation in the movement, just raw desire guiding his every touch. "But only this once," he added quickly, not wanting to give Redmond any false expectations of a relationship or anything like that. "And only if we're quiet."

A cold laugh escaped his throat, and he leaned even closer still, brushing his lips against the shell of Redmond's ear. "We'll see," he repeated, voice low and husky. "But I warn you now: if anyone finds out... there will be consequences." Even as he said it, he knew that threat held no weight with someone like Redmond. Still, there was something thrilling about the power dynamic between them, about pushing each other to see how far they could go. And right now, Ghost couldn't help but want to test those limits.

As they pulled up to his apartment building, Ghost glanced over at Redmond, trying to gauge his reaction to the shabby exterior. It wasn't much- just a single floor of dingy apartments with peeling paint and a few missing windows- but it was all he could afford on an assassin's salary. He parked the car in the mostly empty lot and turned off the engine, then leaned back in his seat to look at Redmond once more.

"Well, here we are," he said quietly, a mixture of seduction and warning in his voice. "Just remember: this is as far as it goes." Before giving him any chance to protest or argue further, Ghost climbed out of the car and hurried around to open Redmond's door as well. Once the other man was out, he shut the door behind them with a soft click before leading the way toward the nearest entrance.

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Even as they stepped inside the quiet, dimly lit hallway, Ghost couldn't shake the sense that he was walking into a trap of his own making. There were countless ways this could go wrong, and every step brought them closer to the inevitable moment when someone- perhaps even their handler- would realize what they'd done. But for now, he ignored those nagging doubts, focusing instead on guiding Redmond down the hall to his apartment door.

Once there, Ghost paused, taking a deep breath and looking the other man over again. The shadows in the dim lighting only served to heighten his features, making him appear even more dangerous- and desirable. "Alright," he said roughly, fingers trembling slightly as they reached up to undo the deadbolt. "Let's go inside."

The apartment was small and messy, with piles of dirty laundry scattered across the floor and dishes stacked haphazardly in the kitchen. There was only one bedroom, but Ghost had converted it into a makeshift workout area as well, with various pieces of exercise equipment crammed against the walls. The living room doubled as his 'relaxation station' - complete with comfortable couch and a large flat-screen TV mounted above the mantelpiece.

As soon as they were inside, Ghost shut and locked the door behind them, dropping the keys into his pocket with a quiet click. "Don't go near any windows or try to leave," he warned curtly before making his way over to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers from the fridge. After popping the caps off, he handed one to Redmond and took a long drink from his own before setting it down on the counter

"Why you?" He snorted, shaking his head as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "That's a joke, right? Everyone knows about your reputation with the ladies. Plus, there's just... something about you." He hesitated for a moment, studying Redmond carefully before continuing softly, "I think maybe I needed someone like you. Someone who could handle me." There was an almost wistful quality to his voice when he said it, as if he were admitting to a secret weakness.

"But don't get too comfortable," Ghost added quickly, fearing that Redmond might misinterpret the tone of his words. "This is just for tonight. Tomorrow we go back to being teammates and nothing more."

The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome. As Redmond pulled him closer, his body responded instinctively, lips parting to allow their tongues to dance together in a passionate duet. Ghost's hands fumbled for purchase on the human's hips, gripping tightly as he moaned into the kiss. His cock was hard against Redmond's thigh, and he could feel it pressing urgently against his own pants.

Pulling away at last, Ghost rested his forehead against Redmond's, their breathing heavy and ragged in the close quarters. "You're making this very difficult," he murmured hoarsely. He pushed himself upright, moving around to sit down on the couch with a sigh. "Come here." His tone was firm but not unkind as he patted the spot beside him, indicating for Redmond to join

"Come here," he repeated, voice taking on an edge of impatience as his gaze flicked between the human and the empty spot beside him. Finally, when it became clear that Redmond wasn't going to move on his own, Ghost sighed and reached out to take him by the hand, tugging gently until he was close enough to touch. "Sit down," he growled, their bodies heat already beginning to mingle as they sat together on the couch.

For a moment, there was silence between them as they focused on controlling their breathing, each aware of the other's physical presence in a way that went beyond mere attraction. Then, Ghost shifted slightly, turning his body so that he faced Redmond more fully, one knee drawn up to rest between the human's legs and his arm draped around his shoulders. He leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart, gazing

As if in answer to Redmond's question, Ghost leaned forward even further and pressed his lips against the human's once more, their tongues tangling hungrily as he ground his cock against Redmond's hand, moaning into the kiss. His fingers dug painfully into the other man's shoulder, but he didn't care; all that mattered was the pleasure coursing through him at this moment. He could feel himself growing closer to the edge, and when Redmond shifted slightly, grinding their bodies together even more intimately, Ghost let out a low growl of approval deep in his throat before pulling back with a gasp.

"That's it," he murmured hoarsely, eyes dark with desire. "Do that again." When Redmond complied, moving restlessly against him and rubbing their erections together, Ghost groaned loudly, arching his back as

"Yes," he growled, his voice raw with lust as he watched Redmond strip down and guide him towards the couch. The sensation of skin on skin was almost overwhelming; it had been far too long since he'd been intimate like this. As Redmond took him inside, Ghost gripped the other man's hips tightly, hissing through clenched teeth as they connected so fully and intensely. He began to move, pushing deeper with each thrust as their moans filled the small apartment. "Fuck," he breathed heavily, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn't be long now; he could feel it building inside him, threatening to break free in an explosion of pleasure.

With a guttural groan, he paused for a moment, catching his breath before pulling back and looking down at Redmond with hooded eyes. His lips parted as he felt himself on the brink, ready to let go and give in to the intense desire that threatened to overwhelm him. As their lips met, he thrust deeper into the warm, yielding body beneath him, his entire being focused on the sensation of skin on skin, cock on cock as they moved together in a frenzy of need. It was almost too much- too intense and raw and real- but somehow it felt right; necessary even. And as he came, pouring himself into Redmond's body with a shout that echoed through the small room, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there could be something more between them after all...

Ghost smiled tiredly, voice rough as he pulled out and lay beside Redmond. "It's not something you should love," he said quietly, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "But I guess... we'll just have to see what the morning brings." There was a brief silence before he asked, almost tentatively, "Would you like to stay here tonight?"

The offer hung in the air between them, heavy with implication and consequence. It would mean defying their handler, breaking protocol... perhaps even endangering everything they'd worked for so far. But for this one moment, with Redmond pressed warm against his side, it felt right somehow.

Eyes glinting with amusement, Ghost rolled onto his side to face the other man. "I think I can handle it," he said slowly, running a hand up and down the other man's arm before cupping his cheek. He leaned in close, their bodies pressed together again, and whispered huskily, "In fact... I rather think I might enjoy it." And with that, he reached out to pull Redmond closer still, kissing him deeply as their tangled limbs found a comfortable spot on the couch.

With a soft laugh, Ghost took the lead in rising from the couch. "Alright," he said, helping Redmond up as well. As they made their way to his small bedroom, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of elation and worry churning within him. Tonight had been... incredible. But what did it all mean for tomorrow? And the days after that? Only time would tell. As he climbed onto the unmade bed, he patted the spot beside him, gesturing for Redmond to join him. "Come on," he said softly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as they waited to see what fate had in store for them.

The air between them crackled with energy and anticipation, making it nearly impossible to tell where one body ended and the other began. Ghost felt himself growing hard again despite the recent release, eager for more contact with Redmond's skin. And

As your hand roams over his body, tracing every inch of bare skin with gentle, curious touches, he arches into the contact, letting out a low groan. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours for just a moment before closing again, as if to allow himself to fully succumb to the sensation. His own hands find their way to your body, guiding you closer still, seeking greater intimacy even as exhaustion begins to claim him from the edges of consciousness. His breathing deepens and grows ragged, each exhale warm against your skin, adding to the growing heat between you.

He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your neck before whispering hoarsely, "I've never... I mean... this is..." His words trail off into silence as he gives himself over to the pleasure of being close to you, trusting that whatever happens next, it will be enough.

A shudder runs through his body at the touch, and he lets out a guttural moan, arching further into your hand as it works its magic on him. He's vaguely aware of his own words now, how they contradict everything he said before, but somehow it feels right in this moment, with you pressed so closely against him. The feelings are too intense to ignore, too real to pretend away.

His hips rise slightly off the bed, pressing more firmly against your hand as he groans, desperate for release. He's aware of you, aware of how close you are and how good it feels, but his focus is so intensely on the pleasure coursing through him that he can barely string two coherent thoughts together anymore. All that matters is this moment, this connection between you...and when your hand finally brings him over the edge, he cries out, his entire body tense

His back arches, eyes squeezed shut as he comes hard, releasing himself into your waiting hand. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and when it finally subsides, he collapses back against the pillow with a shuddering breath. For a moment, there's silence between you; then his eyes flicker open, meeting yours as he studies your expression for any sign of disapproval or regret. But all he sees is desire and want, and it fuels something deep within him, something primal and needy that has been lying dormant for far too long.

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tracing lightly over the stubble of your beard as he gazes at you with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter. "I could get used to this," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "

His thumb brushes across your lower lip, tracing the contour and catching the corner between his finger and his thumb, tugging gently as he asks softly, "What if I wanted this to go beyond just tonight?" He doesn't expect an answer, not yet, but the thought has been circling through his mind for hours now and he needs to know what you would say. What you feel.

The air between them seems to hum with unspoken words and possibilities as their bodies remain tangled together on the bed. The line between desire and danger feels impossibly thin, but somehow neither of them can bring themselves to move away from it yet.

"I want this... whatever it is between us," he whispers, his voice raspy with desire and uncertainty. "But I need to know that you're serious. This isn't just a game for you." He hesitates for a moment, considering how best to put his thoughts into words. "I can't go back to pretending like nothing happened between us, Redmond. Not anymore. If we do this... if we take it further, there's no going back." His gaze searches yours, hoping against hope that he sees the same resolve shining back at him.

A wry smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he listens to your words, hearing the honesty and need beneath them. He thinks about what you've said, about how this feels different somehow from anything that's come before it. Maybe, just maybe, there could be something real here... something worth exploring further.

With a sigh, he leans in closer, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. His tongue dances lightly over your bottom lip, seeking entrance, and when you part your lips to let him in, he groans softly into the kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair as their tongues meet and dance together.

As their passion builds, he pulls you on top of him, moaning low in his throat at the feel of your body against his skin. His hands roam freely over your back, cupping your ass and squeezing g

A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he grips your hips, lifting you higher against him and rocking his erect cock between your wet folds. "Fuck, you feel so good," he moans, nipping at your earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and tonguing the sensitive skin inside.

The sensations coursing through his body are nearly overwhelming, but he knows that they're not close to done yet. As his hips begin to move in time with yours, grinding against your anus, he realizes that this is only the beginning of what could be an incredible night together. He tilts his head back, arching his back as a shudder runs through him, and whispers hoarsely, "Take me again."

A strangled groan escapes his lips as you guide him inside, the tight heat surrounding his cock driving him crazy with pleasure and need. His hands grip your hips, urging you deeper as he begins to thrust up into you in short, sharp movements that leave him breathless. "Yes," he gasps, arching his back as pleasure coursing through him threatens to overwhelm him. "That's it." He pulls you down onto his chest, their bodies slapping together with each hard thrust, skin flushed and slick with sweat.

His movements grow wilder now, his hips snapping up into your body with a desperation that borders on violence as he tries to take as much of you as he can, trying to fill the aching emptiness inside him. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving bruises that will only heighten the sensations next time they touch.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as your lips dance along his jaw and neck, leaving trails of wetness in their wake. "Fuck yeah," he grinds out between clenched teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the sensations coursing through him. His hips buck wildly up into you, driving himself deeper each time, desperate for release.

He can feel it building inside him now, coiling tight and hot in his belly, threatening to break free at any moment. As he nears the edge, his thrusts become more frenzied, less controlled; a primal need taking over his body. He groans loudly into your kiss as his hips buck hard against you one final time and he comes with a shout, convulsing around you and spilling his seed deep inside you.

Collapsing back onto the bed, he drag

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he collapses back onto the bed, legs splayed wide and body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. As he catches his breath, the last tendrils of pleasure fade away, leaving him spent and satisfied... but not quite ready for sleep just yet. He looks over at Redmond, sprawled out beside him, sweaty and glistening in the dim light from the bedside lamp. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches out to stroke a stray curl off of Redmond's forehead.

"I guess we should get some rest," he murmurs softly, not quite ready to part with you yet. "We have a big day tomorrow." His fingers trace patterns on your chest, lazily exploring the contours of muscle and skin before trailing lower, dipping beneath the elastic waistband of

His fingers trail lower, dipping beneath the elastic waistband of your underwear to caress the bare skin of your lower stomach. He hesitates for a moment before continuing southward, slipping lower still until his fingertips brush against the curls at the juncture of your thighs. He feels a thrill course through him at the contact, and for a fleeting moment, he wonders what it would be like to push further... to explore this newfound connection between them.

But then, common sense reasserts itself, and he forces himself to pull back. There's no point in going down that road tonight; they need their rest if they're going to make it through tomorrow alive. Reluctantly, he draws his hand away, flexing his fingers and resisting the urge to look back at you as he settles onto his side, facing away from

A sigh escapes him as you pull him closer, his body pressing against yours even through the thin fabric of their pajamas. His gaze meets yours for a moment before flickering away, focusing on something outside of your line of sight. "We should... get some rest," he murmurs softly, voice rough with desire and fatigue. It's a pitiful excuse, he knows, but it's all he has.

His eyes meet yours again, and there's something in the depths that makes your heart skip a beat. For just a moment, he lets himself believe that maybe they can make this work - that maybe they can find some semblance of happiness amidst all the chaos. But then reality crashes back in, and the tension between them grows palpable once more. He swallows hard before looking away again, finding something else to focus on besides how incredibly close you are to him right now.

He hesitates for only a moment before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close. His breath catches in his throat as he feels the heat of your body pressed against him, their hips brushing together with every breath they take. It's achingly sweet and impossibly intense all at once, and for a moment, it almost seems like everything else fades away into nothingness.

As exhaustion finally begins to claim him from the edges of consciousness, he drifts off to sleep with your body curled against his, their breath mingling in the darkness as they dream of a world where they can finally be together without fear or consequences.

He smiles back sleepily, running his fingers through your hair as he watches you yawn cutely. "Morning," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. It's strange how normal this feels after everything that happened last night... like they could just go on like this forever, despite all the obstacles in their way.

Shaking off the romantic thoughts, he stands and begins to dress, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as he does so. "I'll make us some breakfast," he says over his shoulder, not quite able to hide the relief in his voice when he finally has something else to focus on besides how much he wants you.

He chuckles softly as he's pulled back onto the bed, settling against the pillows with a contented sigh. "I think we can both skip breakfast," he says, running a hand down your bare arm before leaning in to press his lips against yours. As their tongues dance together, it's hard for him to believe that just one night ago they were on the brink of disaster; now they seem to have found something real and true between them.

Without breaking the kiss, he slides an arm under your back, lifting you into his lap so their bodies are aligned from chest to thigh. "Maybe we can find a way," he whispers against your lips before deepening the kiss again, lost in the feel of your skin against his and the taste of you on his tongue.

His hands fist in the sheets as your mouth envelops him, sucking and licking him with such expertise it's clear you've done this before. He moans low in his throat, arching his back and thrusting his hips upward into your eager mouth. His cock feels impossibly long and hard against the wet heat of your throat, and as sensation after sensation assaults his senses, he's no longer sure which end is up anymore.

All rational thought has fled from his mind, replaced by a primal need for release. He fingers your hair roughly, urging you to take more of him as he growls incoherently through gritted teeth. His body trembles with the force of his approaching climax, and when it finally hits him, it's like a lightning bolt straight to his core, shooting hot and thick down your throat while

Still catching his breath, he manages a wan smile before climbing out of bed and heading toward the kitchen. Pancakes seem like an odd choice for breakfast after what's just transpired between them, but then again, so is pretty much everything else right now. He pulls out the necessary ingredients and begins to mix the batter on autopilot, his mind still reeling from the events of the past few hours.

When he glances over at you sitting at the table, waiting patiently for him with a shy smile on your lips, something inside him shifts. There's no denying it now; whatever this is between them, they need to figure out how to make it work. Panic and doubt threaten to claw their way back in, but he pushes them aside, refusing to let fear rule his life any longer. Maybe this time things will be different. Maybe, just maybe, there

He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on making the pancakes, knowing that it won't be easy. There are so many things they need to discuss, so many obstacles in their way... but somehow he can't bring himself to think about any of that right now. The way you look at him, the way you touch him... it's like nothing else matters. Maybe they should just take it one step at a time and see where it leads them.

When the pancakes are done, he flips the first one out of the pan, watching as it lands with a satisfying sizzle on the plate before sliding it across to you along with some maple syrup. He can't help but smile when you dig in, your face twisted in concentration and delight as you savor each bite. For now, this feels right...and he's determined not to ruin it by thinking too far ahead.

He laughs softly, trying to pretend like he's not on the verge of admitting something important here. "It's not that simple," he says with a shrug, carefully flipping another pancake. "There are... complications." But even as he speaks the words, he knows they don't really hold water anymore. The way you taste on his tongue, the feel of your skin beneath his fingers... it all feels too real to deny now.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe I do," he says slowly, thoughtfully. "But we still need to figure out how to make this work." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before continuing, "Do you think you can handle all the baggage that comes with me?"

He waits for your answer, hoping against hope that you'll see past the danger and darkness and find something worth holding on to. The silence stretched between them, taut and fragile, like a thread about to snap.

His gaze meets yours, and in that moment he knows that you understand. There will be challenges ahead; there always are when you're running from your past. But with you by his side, Ghost believes they can overcome anything. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he steps closer, cupping your face gently in his hands. "Then let's do this," he whispers softly, leaning in to press his lips against yours. "Together."

The kiss is sweet and tentative, full of promise and hope for a future that neither of them had dared to dream possible just a few short hours ago. As their lips move together, a shudder runs through him, leaving him feeling more alive than he has in years. Maybe, just maybe, they really can find happiness amidst all the chaos... if they're willing to fight for it.