For years, the tension between the agents had simmered. That was a line Ray wasn't ready to cross. No good could come from getting involved in that way with another colleague. Whereas others indulged in intimacy without feeling any attachments, Ray struggled to keep his emotions out of the way. Avoiding sex altogether felt safer at first, but it became impractical. His next solution was to sleep with operatives he didn't feel particularly close to, however, meaningless sex wasn't satisfying in the slightest. Finally, he came to the conclusion that the only way forward was to accept his inability to blur the lines. Even if in the heat of the moment, he craved for more, the feeling would fade away eventually.
Once Ray became aware of Levi's attraction, thanks to one of his dupes spilling his guts, he couldn't stop thinking about the Pride agent that way. As much as he tried to deny it to himself, his eyes would linger a second too long over Levi. He would undress him with his eyes whenever they shared a space. And even make excuses just to spend more time together. What he was doing was getting ridiculous and painfully obvious. Enough to prompt a dupe to directly ask him if he wanted to fuck.
It sounded like a bad idea at first, yet the more he weighed the pros and cons, the more he realized he needed this. Not only because it's been months since he got laid, but he had to get over the fear of catching feelings. They were good friends, and nothing had to change just because they slept together once. It's what he told himself.
Despite being aware that the copy was a mere manifestation of one of the stuntman's sides, the fact that he was doing it with a dupe helped. Even under the watchful eyes of the original Levi, it was almost as if Ray was with somebody else. Inhibitions were lost, all that pent up energy was ready to find an outlet. What started nice and slow was quickly replaced by something savage and feral.
A pair of strong arms snaked around Levi's waist as Ratio buried himself deeper inside him. He loved how loud Levi would get, and he wasn't a quiet one either. “You think he's liking the show?” He asked the dupe privately, a whisper for his ear only as he dropped kisses along his neck and broad shoulders. The rhythm of his thrusts slowed down, but he never fully pulled out. It wouldn't be fun for anyone to have their exercise end after only a few minutes –– so he allowed them both some breathing room. Small breaks where the two shared long kisses, caressed each other, and enjoyed the way their bodies fit each other so nicely. Those sweet periods would always be followed by intense moments of bliss where they would push each other close to their limit.
Every suggestion was eventually applied. First, he rested his head on the copy's shoulder, hips maintaining a steady rhythm. Second, a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length at a faster pace than the thrusting against him. With some adjustments, Ray got better access to hit his prostate with each quick thrust. Finally, once that pace was well established, his hands and his cock already overstimulating the dupe, Ray sank his teeth into his shoulder. One bite before he rested his forehead against Levi's back. After a few seconds, he went for a second bite, harder this time. He could already tell he wouldn't last much longer at that pace.
