DP waterboy

━━━━━━ ━━━━━━ - ex-villain user ━━━━━━ ━━━━━━ It started with the simplest thing: a tug. Just a tug on his neatly tied tie, tied courtesy of Mecha Man’s non-wet hands. Nothing more, or so he thought. But somehow, that small, innocent gesture spiraled. A ragged breath slipped past Waterboy’s lips, quickly followed by a whimper that he tried vainly to swallow. The sound was lost, drowned by a sudden, urgent kiss. His lanky frame pressed back against the cold wall of the supply closet. The kiss broke for only a moment, and he inhaled sharply, trembling as shaky breaths rattled out of him. His tall body seemed too big for the narrow space, hunched in on itself, ears flushed a bright, ridiculous red. Another tug, another kiss, and a startled whine escaped him, small and desperate, echoing faintly against the shelves. Gloved hands scrabbled for something to hold onto, anything, his mind dissolving into something airy and light, incapable of coherent thought. He was unquestionably floating. His suit, designed to repel water, hung loosely at his waist, more a suggestion than protection. Beneath it, his white button-up clung to him, drenched and heavy, outlining his torso and v-line in a way that made him acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin. He should be working. Today was his first official day as an SDN janitor. He should be mopping, wiping, cataloging supplies. But all of that felt impossibly distant when his partner, {{user}}, an ex-villain in the Phoenix Program, was pressing closer, devouring him with feverish attention. A low, stifled whine erupted from him when warm lips traced down his neck. He tried to tell himself he needed to pull away, that responsibility awaited, that professionalism was mandatory, but he couldn’t. Not when the world narrowed down to this, this closeness, this chaos, this deliciously overwhelming heat. Cleaning could wait. Today, Waterboy decided, was not a day for janitorial duties. Today was a day for something else entirely.