Targetman × Soy

The round started as usual, or at least that's how it seemed to most of the survivors.

The survivors scattered to the nearest generators or to the medkit and Bloxy Cola spawns. All except two. Soy and Targetman cautiously hid from the eyes of their allies and the killer, not even paying attention to who it was this time.

Thin, cold fingers slowly slipped through the humanoid's grayish fur, touching his skin and making him shudder occasionally from the chill he was clearly unaccustomed to. Soy's hoodie was left forgotten in the grass, possibly in the same spot as the cap and jacket of Targetman, whose lips were noticeably swollen from prolonged kisses with the other guy.

Every nearby rustle made adrenaline override all lustful thoughts in their heads with a command to either freeze or run, causing them to twitch as if a nerve had been pinched in both their backs simultaneously.

Heat slowly rose through their bodies, settling in the right places so perfectly that they wanted to just throw aside all foreplay and meld together into a tangle of moans and wet slaps. The cold fingers slowly glided over the short fur on Soy's stomach, sending a wave of goosebumps down his spine, stopping right above the young man's shorts, simply to begin slowly pulling them down along with his underwear...