They descended together, holding onto the shot line. Inside their helmets, the roar of the free-flow air was constant and intense. Every breath felt powerful.
Callum’s thoughts (voice vibrating inside the helmet):
Fuck… this helmet is so loud. The suit is squeezing me, the condom already feels tight… and Luca looks incredible next to me.
Luca’s thoughts:
The noise, the pressure on my neck, the way the drysuit rubs against me with every movement… the condom is definitely going to get used.
They worked on a simple valve job, but kept stealing glances at each other through the large visors. The sight of the other sealed in the heavy black drysuit with the big orange AH3 helmet was too much.
Halfway through the dive, Callum reached over and placed a gloved hand on Luca’s chest. That single touch was enough.
Luca’s eyes fluttered. He let out a long, muffled moan that was completely swallowed by the roaring air in his helmet, as he filled his rubber in strong, pulsing spurts. Callum followed seconds later — biting his lip inside the helmet as he shot thickly into his own rubber, legs trembling slightly.
They stayed close for the rest of the dive, shoulders touching, breathing heavily inside their noisy helmets, secretly satisfied and bonded by yet another intense shared experience.
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