Sabo and Koby start catching each other while they’re on duty. Koby hunts him down but never arrests him, and Sabo watches him afar, occasionally teasing. On some level they both know that something is up. Or at least Koby thinks so. Of course Sabo is well aware of the situation. Once Koby had started placing cameras on Sabo’s room, it hadn’t had taken him long to trace back to the young marine. Do he had done it too- placing a few cameras in Koby’s room.
After seeing how Koby started acting, he couldn’t help but want to egg him on. So once, while Koby ‘tries’ to arrest Sabo- he drops a glove. He has a few copies of the same pair, so losing one isn’t an issue. Of course Koby shoved it into his pocket after the fact, taking it back to his room. Sabo watched on his own cameras last night. He made sure Koby’s cameras couldn’t catch what was on his computer screen before hand. He watched Koby shyly touch himself- first content to hold the glove in his hand. Then he smells it- then puts the glove in his mouth- turning it inside out to attempt to taste Sabo- sucks the fingers. That doesn’t become enough. He slips the glove on his hand, well and truly fingering himself with the glove.
He cums embarrassingly fast.
It turns into him wearing the glove on missions too- unwilling to let a piece- his piece- of Sabo go.
Of course after a while the magic wears off. Soon it smells and tastes much more of Koby than Sabo to his dissatisfaction. Sabo knows this too. It’s no bother. He finds Koby again- another mock fight ensues. Soon Sabo has Koby pinned down against the dusty outskirts of some nameless city, one hand holding both wrists, the other holding himself up next to Koby’s head.
He speaks cockily- like he knows more than Koby. He does.
“Nice glove you have there. It’s looking a little worn, though- how embarrassing.”
Koby flushes. He knows he’s been caught. Although he’s imagined this specific scenario countless times, any sort of clever explanation evades him. Luckily Sabo doesn’t bother waiting for one. He takes his free hand and peels the glove from Koby, laughing at the flash of emotions on Koby’s face. He peels his own glove off his hand with his teeth, letting it fall on Koby’s face. He doesn’t move it- instead taking the glove Koby had been in possession of, sliding it on his own hand.
“I normally don’t run charity for marines- but i’m feeling nice.”
And then he lets go and walks away. Koby is too stunned to stand up- run after him- anything. Instead wrapping the still warm glove in his hand, feeling his mouth water as he puts it on.
Of course Sabo wasn’t just being nice for the sake of it, even if it is Koby. He returns to Baltigo with the soiled glove, knowing everything that Koby has done with it. He sits down at his desk, sitting at the perfect angle for one of Koby’s cameras, legs spread and pants undone enough for him to pull himself out. He almost winks at the camera as he wraps the glove around his arousal.
Koby has been such a pleasure to watch and enjoy, Sabo decides he deserves a show.
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