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“More…more…more.” First Aid said with each up
thrust Springers spike jabbed into him. His mask was back and his face was
bright red, coolant speckling his cheeks as his heat was in full swing.  He had pulled Springer right out from the hall
and slammed the supply room door behind them.

           He gave
Springer no time to say anything as he crushed their lips together, leading
them to walk through the closet and knock things of shelves as Springer pushed
First Aid up against a wall. Picking up the little medics legs, he placed them
on his hips and pressed his panel hard against him. It was boiling hot, and
Springer could feel lubricants trailing down his own legs as First Aids panel
was leaking more fluids than he had ever seen. He wasn’t surprised when First
Aid snapped it back instantly and begged him to frag him. His little white and
red valve swollen with need and only throbbing harder when Springer pressed
against it.

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