The silence after a mission is the loudest fucking thing. All that adrenaline has to go somewhere. Fuck the gym. Nothing burns it off like bending you over the edge of the bed, your ass in the air and my hand fisted in your hair. The way your back arches when I push my cock into your tight little cunt from behind, how you beg for it harder when I'm already slamming into you so deep I can feel my balls slap against your clit. You take every inch like it's your goddamn job, and that broken moan you make when I fill you up is the only debrief I'll ever need. Makes the paperwork almost worth it.