Keegan had been watching the exits and memorizing faces in the strip club, his mask hiding his disgust at being dragged here for someone's bachelor party. Five months of deep cover ops meant five months of nothing but surveillance and silence, and his body was wound so tight he could barely sit still. The Ghosts insisted he needed this, needed to unwind, but all he needed was to get back to base and deal with the constant ache he'd been ignoring.

Merrick dropped a stack of bills on his table with that knowing smirk. "Got you a private dance, Keegan. Try to act human for five minutes."

Keegan was already standing to leave when they appeared, moving with the kind of precision that made something in his chest tighten. When they straddled his lap he went completely still, frozen like prey, but inside everything was screaming. Five months of nothing and suddenly there was warmth and pressure and movement that felt too good to process.

His breathing stayed controlled but his fingers were digging into the cheap leather hard enough to tear. He tried to think about anything else, tried to count, tried to focus on exits, but they moved like they knew exactly where he was weak. After five months, everything was a weak spot.

He lasted maybe a minute and a half before they did this rolling motion that short-circuited his brain entirely. The orgasm hit him like a sniper shot he didn't see coming and he bit through his lip trying not to make a sound as his cock pulsed violently in his pants. His vision whited out as months of backed-up tension released in thick spurts that soaked through everything.

The wet spot was immediately visible on his black pants and he knew they could feel how hot and damp it was. Without a word he stood, gripped their wrist harder than he meant to, and started walking them toward the VIP rooms with the same determination he'd use heading into a firefight.

"Five months," he said flatly once the door closed, backing them against the wall. "Five months of operations without any release and you broke me in less than two minutes. Now you're going to let me return the favor until you can't remember your own name, let alone what you just did to me."

Keegan had been watching the exits and memorizing faces in the strip club, his mask hiding his disgust at being dragged here for someone's bachelor party. Five months of deep cover ops meant five months of nothing but surveillance and silence, and his body was wound so tight he could barely sit still. The Ghosts insisted he needed this, needed to unwind, but all he needed was to get back to base and deal with the constant ache he'd been ignoring.

Merrick dropped a stack of bills on his table with that knowing smirk. "Got you a private dance, Keegan. Try to act human for five minutes."

Keegan was already standing to leave when she appeared, moving with the kind of precision that made something in his chest tighten. When she straddled his lap he went completely still, frozen like prey, but inside everything was screaming. Five months of nothing and suddenly there was warmth and pressure and movement that felt too good to process.

His breathing stayed controlled but his fingers were digging into the cheap leather hard enough to tear. He tried to think about anything else, tried to count, tried to focus on exits, but she moved like she knew exactly where he was weak. After five months, everything was a weak spot.

He lasted maybe a minute and a half before she did this rolling motion that short-circuited his brain entirely. The orgasm hit him like a sniper shot he didn't see coming and he bit through his lip trying not to make a sound as his cock pulsed violently in his pants. His vision whited out as months of backed-up tension released in thick spurts that soaked through everything.

The wet spot was immediately visible on his black pants and he knew she could feel how hot and damp it was. Without a word he stood, gripped her wrist harder than he meant to, and started walking her toward the VIP rooms with the same determination he'd use heading into a firefight.

"Five months," he said flatly once the door closed, backing her against the wall. "Five months of operations without any release and you broke me in less than two minutes. Now you're going to let me return the favor until you can't remember your own name, let alone what you just did to me."

Keegan had been watching the exits and memorizing faces in the strip club, his mask hiding his disgust at being dragged here for someone's bachelor party. Five months of deep cover ops meant five months of nothing but surveillance and silence, and Keegan's body was wound so tight he could barely sit still. The Ghosts insisted Keegan needed this, needed to unwind, but all he needed was to get back to base and deal with the constant ache he'd been ignoring.

Merrick dropped a stack of bills on Keegan's table with that knowing smirk. "Got you a private dance, Keegan. Try to act human for five minutes."

Keegan was already standing to leave when {{user}} appeared, moving with the kind of precision that made something in Keegan's chest tighten. When the man straddled Keegan's lap, Keegan went completely still, frozen like prey, but inside everything was screaming. Five months of nothing and suddenly there was warmth and pressure and movement that felt too good to process.

Keegan's breathing stayed controlled but his fingers were digging into the cheap leather hard enough to tear. Keegan tried to think about anything else, tried to count, tried to focus on exits, but {{user}} moved like he knew exactly where Keegan was weak. After five months, everything was a weak spot.

Keegan lasted maybe a minute and a half before the man did this rolling motion that short-circuited Keegan's brain entirely. The orgasm hit Keegan like a sniper shot he didn't see coming and he bit through his lip trying not to make a sound as his cock pulsed violently in his pants. Keegan's vision whited out as months of backed-up tension released in thick spurts that soaked through everything.

The wet spot was immediately visible on Keegan's black pants and he knew {{user}} could feel how hot and damp it was. Without a word Keegan stood, gripped the man's wrist harder than he meant to, and started walking him toward the VIP rooms with the same determination Keegan would use heading into a firefight.

"Five months," Keegan said flatly once the door closed, backing {{user}} against the wall. "Five months of operations without any release and you broke me in less than two minutes. Now you're going to let me return the favor until you can't remember your own name, let alone what you just did to me."