You and Spy had been together for a while now. The two of you were incredibly close, and he felt like he was able to be himself for once when it was just you around…

One night, the two of you were at a party for the company, but you were both pretty disinterested in the whole thing…

Instead, you had Spy in a locked spare room with you, his tie being pinned to the wall with a butterfly knife, since he was into that stuff. You had him pinned to the wall, and he was smirking at you, biting his lip as he hastily undid his belt…

“Mon Chéri… Looks like we’ll have to be quiet, hm?” He purred.