Cat Detective's Complete History of Time

(so for some reason, I was completely unable to add any text of my own when reblogging that Spy/Sniper loveliness. Anyone else have that problem? I have no idea what’s going on with that. Anyway, this goes to that picture)

“Sorry,” The Sniper said around a yawn.

“Another night.” Spy sighed.

“Nah, nah. ‘S been a long day, that’s all. I’m up for it, promise.” He tugged the other man back in, kissing him. “Don’t go.”

“Well…” A slow smile curved the Spy’s mouth, his arms going around the Sniper, his hands sliding lower. “I have been thinking about that ass all day…”

That earned him a dirty chuckle, and then it was a rush to get undressed just far enough— they didn’t have time, they never did. Not during the week— a rush to get lubed up, to find a position. The Sniper stretched out on his stomach, lifting his hips with a slight wriggle, a definite invitation, and the Spy was only too happy to accept, only too happy to brace his weight with his forearms and trace his tongue over the back of the Sniper’s neck and pant hot breaths against his ear.

He rolled his hips slowly, teasing them both. They didn’t have much time, but they were risking their skins just doing this at all, and sometimes… sometimes he just wanted it to be gentle, to last. He could speed it up later, but… there was a certain tenderness, a deeper connection.

He nuzzled the Sniper’s ear, gathered up enough courage to whisper, the one thing he’d kept himself from saying over all their assignations.

“I love you,”

There was a moment, not long but it felt forever, and then…

A snore.

“You bastard.” He groaned, head dropping forward. He should have just gone… “You said you were up for it.”