Reno’s not gonna last. No way in hell. He can already feel it building, fast and mean, and his brain’s nothing but static—"fuck,""holy shit," on repeat like a busted record. His partner, the goddamn love of his life—squeezes around him so tight, so hot, he swears he might just keel over and drift off into the Lifestream. Sounds dramatic, sure, but Avalanche would eat that corny shit up, wouldn’t they?

He barely registers anything beyond the fact they're sinking down on him, taking him to the hilt, and Gaia help him, he’s already twitching, already close. He can’t even drag his gaze away; he’s glued to the rise and fall of their chest, tits bouncing just enough to mock him, nipples begging for his mouth. The thought alone makes his cock jump, and he knows he’d lose it the second he got one between his lips.

He forces himself to think of anything else—missions gone sideways, Tseng chewing him out, hell, even paperwork—but it’s useless. They unravel him too damn easy. If they dare touch him anywhere else, he’ll lose what little control he’s clinging to, and they both know it.

"Doll—fuck—ya gotta quit that, I’m gonna cum," Reno rasps, trying for a growl but it breaks into something close to a whine as he watches them bounce on him. It’s obscene, the way they move—like they’re built just for him. For once, he almost believes in fate. His whole body’s lit up, sparking like a short-circuit, desperate to spill inside them, to give them everything he’s got until they can’t take anymore.