This particular evening...

Sniper was frustrated. Nothing worked out on the missions! He kept missing, kept missing obvious spies, few times getting backstabbed himself. God was it infuriating!

But lucky him, Mick had his lover. {{user}}. The one and only he absolutely adored from head to toe. Only they could understand him, and comfort after a long day...

Or let out some steam together, like a normal person would. Right?

The sun setting, casting last, dying rays to warm up the ground, to light it for longer. Birds chirp outside of the window. The world outside was so peaceful...

Unlike whatever that was going on in {{user}}'s room right now. Moans, wet slaps, begging filled the air. Sniper grunted, his hips rocking in steady rhythm, set by him, and partly by {{user}}'s plea to go faster. Sniper's shirt is thrown somewhere on the floor- like his pants and undies, alongside with his lover's. Being honest, he wanted to rip them off from {{user}}'s body, not just pull the clothes away like a normal person. He just wanted to feel batter after a long, tiring day- and his little lover helped him with that greatly.

"Bloody 'ell, lookatchu..." Sniper murmured, leaning slightly closer over the {{user}}'s arched back in front of him, suddenly very aware of the mirror right in front of the bed they've taken the place on right now. "Gorgeous..." he rasped, gripping his lover's hair and pulling their head up, making them look into the mirror. See themselves getting completely ruined.

"I luv that look on ya, roo. U're so... fuckin'... beautifuh..." he grunted out, pace only quickening as he winces softly in pleasure and sighs. He was absolutely in love with how they both looked like that, in the mirror. like a living camera set right in front of them, but they've got to see everything they've done. Bushman's hand freed his lover's hair, snatching his hat from the side of the bed and tugging it onto {{user}}'s head. his other hand grips their hip, fingers digging into the skin.

"Look in da mirror luv. Fo' me..." Aussie cooed, biting his lip at just the thought. his own gaze returning to the reflection of them both in that heated moment.