Horny TFtober (Kinktober) Day 7
Warning: mention of trans characters (Scout and Engineer) having menstrual cycles and their partners eating them out during said cycles.
If there’s one good thing to come from poor Scout bursting in while Engineer was making way for the Gunslinger, it’s that he now knocks (four of nine ain’t too bad in way of manners, especially when two of those who don’t, just don’t stop by).
“Come in,” Engineer calls, peering up from his project to see Scout without his hat and headpiece. Which tells Dell that this is a personal meeting, likely either gossip or questions about being “men”.
“Is it normal f’r someone t’ wanna eat ya’ while on th’ rag?” Jeremy opens with, dropping down in the Pyro dubbed Safety Chair. Dell coughs, thrown at how blunt the young man is before turning in confusion, even going so far as to lift up his goggles.
“What?” Dell asks, watching as Jeremy fiddles with his hands.
“It’s jus’… Well, I started on it two days ago, right?” Jeremy explains, “An’ you know how it is, firs’ two days are more cramps an’ sick feelin’, then heavy flow.” Dell nods, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. After all, they synced up about three months in to working together, and the poor boy had run to Dell about the sudden heavy flow on the third day while Dell had to work around the worst cramps in his life the two days prior. Jeremy continues, “I visited Sniper to… uh… Hang out, ya’ know? An’ so, I was sittin’ with ‘im, chattin’ away, when I realized I was thirsty. So, I stood up an’ WHOOSH! Got a gush.”
“Okay?” Dell nods, a little confused but he believes he knows where this is going.
“Right, so,” Jeremy continues, a little flushed, “It leaks around my pad, an’ now I got stained undies an’ pants. But Sniper, he jus’ stares at me like he wan’s t’ eat me. I try t’ leave, only for Sniper t’ grab me an’ fling me on t’ the table, yankin’ down my pants an’ jus’… Dives in.”
“He ate you out while y’ were bleedin’?” Dell asks, “Like Solly?”
“Soldier ate you out when you were on th’ rag?!” Jeremy gasps, before his face shifts to the look he gets when he realizes he just said something obvious. Dell chuckles, turning back to the machine he’s currently cleaning.
“Yeah, he said there ain’t nothin’ wrong ‘bout havin’ th’ blood of a loved one on ‘is lips,” Dell confesses, “Although, I’m a bit more surprised tha’ Sniper is int’ it.”
“He mentioned somethin’ about bein’ like bein’ in th’ Outback?” Jeremy mentions, peering curiously at the machine. Dell pauses his work, mulling that information over before nodding as everything makes sense.
“Right,” Dell admits, “With how often someone’s bound t’ get blood on them, it ain’t any surprise that Sniper didn’t have a problem with your blood on ‘im.”
“Is there a problem with th’ fact I liked him covered in blood?” Jeremy asks nervously. Dell snorts and raises an eyebrow.
“Scooter,” he teases, “How often do the couples all hurry t’ a bed after a good day’s work?” Jeremy opens his mouth before pausing to think it over before nodding slowly.
“Yeah, fair ‘nough,” he agrees, before tentatively asking, “C’n I help with tha’?”
“Sure,” Dell agrees, shuffling to the side to let the runner sidle up to the table. After all, it’s nothing too bad. Just some clean up.