Scar didn't know what it was about mining,, but it always got him wet. The sweat, the exhaustion, the aching muscles, the heat... it always got a different kind of heat stirring between his legs.
He leans against a wall and moans, unzipping his pants, "Ooooh... I might need to take a salmon break for a second.." He slips his hand inside his soaked boxers and sinks two fingers into his cunt with a groan of relief.
Mumbo blushes, "What does a salmon break mean, Scar?" he looks over and immediately freezes, mouth hanging open at the sight before him.
Scar doesn't notice as his brows furrow, eyes slipping shut as he curls his fingers rapidly. "Uh, unnh,, nnngh..." he grunts as he nears his peak, hips jolting with every hit to his g-spot.
Mumbo swallows thickly, unable to pull his eyes from the way Scar's hand works frantically- expertly in his pants..
Scar huffs, twisting his hand to swipe his thumb over a clit a few times until he gasps, back arching off the wall as he rolls his hips up into the touch, riding out the waves of pleasure as his moans echo throughout the cave.
His eyes are lidded, a satisfied smile on his face as he comes down from his high. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean with an obscene noise.
Mumbo squeaks and Scar finally notices the blushing man staring back at him with an obvious tent in his pants.
Scar just smirks, zipping himself back up and giving the other man a once-over, "Looks like you need a salmon break yourself!"
Mumbo's face burns bright red as Scar giggles and walks away.