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Sneaking into an enemy base was exhilarating, to Hank it was fun less than it was work. He loved it, loved killing people and watching them bleed out, finding new methods of killing people. He loved it almost too much, each time he went on a killing spree it would get him riled up and he’d have to spend some time on the way back with his fist around his cock as he was excited from the day.
When he got aroused or hard from work while actually working all he did was work faster. He tried to not take breaks, but sometimes even Hank needed to sit and take a breather. He shot down an agent and ducked into a room, taking stock of what was in the room, and taking the stock from the room. Reloading his guns, bandaging up a wound- or well he more so shoved something in there to keep from bleeding out and called it a day- and found a snack. He figured with the way his cock was hard that doing something else would help him get his mind back on what really mattered
In the midst of reloading his guns up he noticed out of the corner of his eye an agent crawling over. Hank glanced over their way from behind his goggles and continued with his guns. The agent aimed his gun to Hank, and Hank did right back. Hank grinned behind his mask, turning to face the agent.
The agents eyes widened and he struggled somewhat onto his elbows, firing his gun which was unfortunately empty. Hank laughed, walking over to the agent to crouch down in front of him, gun held to his head. The agent began pleading for his life, begging Hank to spare him as if he didn’t just try to kill Hank himself. Hank just watched as the agent blubbered, eventually calming when Hank didn’t pull the trigger on his head.
“Kind of cute.” Hank said, aiming his gun up into the air. The agent stared at him, confused. Hank grabbed the agents mask, yanking it off of his face to expose him. Hank reached down, gently trailing his fingers down the tear marks that streaking the agents face. “Cute.”
“H- huh?” The agent stuttered, unsure what to say. Getting complimented by Hank, a man that had shot him in the leg, and killed most of his companions? Hank just nodded, grabbing the agent by the hair to yank him upwards. Hank put his gun away, using his now free hand to grab the agents lip, pressing his thumb into his mouth to open it slightly.
“Think you can give me a hand here?” Hank said, letting go of the agents lip to motion to his crotch. “I can’t really work with this.” The agents eyes widened and he looked at Hanks hips, then up to his red goggles. “You scratch my back I scratch yours?”
“You’ll let me live?” Hank shrugged, mulling it over before he nodded. “I…” The agent thought it over, weighing his options. Die, or have sex with an enemy? Not just an enemy but Hank himself? He’d be lying if that didn’t turn him on, and he’d always admired Hank from afar for being so big and a damn killing machine. “Yeah, sure.”
In an instant the agent was lifted to his knees, being pressed against the door with Hanks knee holding him up by his shoulder. Hank worked off his belt- and another belt, and then his zipper, pulling his cock out.
“Open.” Hank growled and the agent complied, opening his mouth up. Hank grabbed him by the back of the head, pressing his cock into the agents mouth. He started slow, rocking his hips back and forth to let the agent adjust to his size. Hank didn’t like to brag but he was rather large, maybe not the longest in the group but his thickness made up for that. So he was aware that anything his cock went into would need some sort of adjustment.
The agent breathed in and out of his nose, looking up at Hanks face as the man rocked his cock in and out of his mouth. He let his jaw go slack, using his tongue to lick at Hanks cock when he could. Timidly he lifted his hands up to feel Hanks thighs, eyes widening at the feeling of so much muscle, Hank may not look all that muscular but damn, he was.
Hank began to breathe heavy, bucking his hips into the agents mouth. The agent gagged as Hank hit the back of his throat, hands gripping at Hanks thighs. Hank didn’t let up, the noise spurring him forwards as he began to thrust faster into the agents mouth.
With his eyes clenched the agent, palmed at his own hard cock in his pants, moaning and gagging around Hanks cock with each thrust. He slipped his hand into his pants, stroking himself fast in time with Hanks thrusts.
Hank let go of the agents head, pushing him back against the door so his head was pressed against it. Hank put his palms on the door to steady it and thrust back into the agents mouth roughly. Listening to the agent moaning, the noises he was making just spurred Hank on, pulling more from the agent. He knew the other was jacking off in his pants and Hank felt his chest swell at that, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.
With a groan Hank thrust his hips roughly, slow but hard thrusts that hit the back of the agents throat harsh each time. He watched as the agents eyes rolled back and then closed, hand pumping his own cock fast, barely in tune with Hanks thrustings. It was a sight to see, a wonderful sight and Hank thrust into the agents mouth, pressing forwards until his hips were flush with the agents mouth.
The agent moaned, gagged, cumming in his fist before he used his free hand to pat Hanks legs, finding it hard to breathe with Hanks cock down his throat. Panic rose in him, wondering if Hank was going to make him suffocate to death on his cock, but just as the thought appeared it passed and Hanks cock was pulled out fast and rough.
With a raspy gasp the agent breathed hard, looking up at Hank just in time to get cum shot onto his face. He flinched, opened his mouth to take in what Hank was offering to him. Some of the cum landed in his mouth and he swallowed it down, earning a nod from Hank, pleased at what he was doing.
“Thanks for that.” Hank said, fixing himself back up, cock softening and stuffed back into his pants. He pat the agent on the cheek, grabbing his gun again. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
The agent didn’t waste time, stumbling onto his feet, rubbing his throat as he left the room. Behind him he heard Hank kick the exit door open, followed by gunshots.