Hiroto and Mira finished their own mission for the day quite early and easily. Whereas BB and Ryder had to chase down the free-running Typhoon gang through half of the city to retrieve the (fake) FORMA they’d been sent to nab, when Hiroto and Mira arrived at the parking garage where their designated FORMA had appeared, they found members of two small-time gangs they didn’t recognize littering the floor, all knocked unconscious. The [Mace] FORMA card hovered quietly and untouched in the air over the stalemate battlefield, which made claiming it and dropping it off at HQ quite simple.
That left the pair free for a few hours, and they decided to use that time to fuck.
There were several rooms at GLYPH HQ that agents were free to use; they were particularly helpful for those flying in from out of town, as they could save money not having to get a hotel room in the event an agent needed to stay overnight. But really, their most popular use was giving the brave agents a place to bang each other in private.
Hiroto and Mira had crossed paths only once before as the latter was leaving the meeting room for the end of her work whilst the former was arriving for his first ever mission a few months prior. Mira, being a single mother with a high sex drive and a particular love for well-muscled younger men (courtesy of her fascination with the author Emmy Masterson’s raunchy books exclusively about such pairings), eagerly anticipated the day she could take the new guy for a ride, and though it had taken some time before their schedules overlapped, when the opportunity finally reared its handsome head, she of course leaped at the opportunity to slobber all over his other handsome head.
“MmmmGhgmghGHHfffmgh…” she purred as her thick lips sloppily slithered around every inch of erect meat in their noble attempt at coating his cock with multiple layers of saliva. She finally brought her spit-lathering to a close with a wet, juicy smooch to the tip of the head, dragging her face along the underside as she said, “Oooh, baby, it’s soooo fucking biiiiig~”
Hiroto glanced over his shoulder. “Huh? What is?” He reached over and tapped his knuckles against the window frame. “This? Looks normal-sized to me.”
Mira giggled, not having known Hiroto long enough to realize he wasn’t telling a stupid joke to keep the mood up and was, in actuality, just that fucking stupid. She pulled her shirt up and over her head, wiggling her body in time with the dance song playing from her phone. As her fat tits fell free from the confines of her clothes, Hiroto bit down on his lip. Though he’d tried to keep it casual and professional with his older coworker, he’d been thinking about those tits the entire time they worked together, and they looked even more delicious than he imagined they would.
“Lay back for me, okay, baby?” Mira asked, pressing her hand against his pecs to guide him onto the bed. She took a few moments to trace her fingers along his thick muscles, admiring their perfect shape and definition with a lick of her lips.
She slowly began climbing onto him, making sure to sensually drag her boobs against his shaft. While Hiroto’s eyes stayed locked on those fat mounds approaching him, Mira’s moved from his abs to his chest, then to his shoulders. She loved her boys in good shape, and it didn’t get much good-er shape-er than this one right here.
She dropped her face onto his chest, kissing along the curve of his pectoral, before her lips found their true desired target – his nipple. They slurped away at it, kissing and suckling on it in tune with the music, earning quite a few muscle tenses from the rest of Hiroto’s body, which she certainly enjoyed getting to feel beneath her.
Hiroto’s hand reached for Mira’s body, roaming along her back, and sliding down to grab at her butt. “Oooh, your hands are so strong, baby…” she cooed, lifting her head from his chest, only to drop it back down again on the other side to play with his other nipple. “Keep using them on my butt, okay?”
“You got it, ma’am!” he replied, getting both arms around her to give both hands access to her ass. They tugged at the juicy flesh, pulling it in every direction for a few movements before releasing them temporarily to get a nice quick little smack in before resuming.
Mira rolled her hips to the music, causing her butt to jiggle in Hiroto’s grip even more, all while her tummy and pussy slid along his dick. Neither could help but let out little moans each time their sexes grinded against each other for several slow, sensual seconds as their foreplay continued from one song to the next.
It was Hiroto’s patience that broke first, which pleased the MILF sprawled out on top of him. Though he did his best to be a good, respectful boy going at his partner’s pace, he couldn’t hold on with the foreplay much longer, and hungrily flipped her over onto her back, fencing her body in with his arms and adjusting his hips until his cock found her soaking-wet hole and slid inside with ease.
They gasped together, and turned it into a deep kiss immediately after. Hiroto’s thrusts were frantic, each one causing the bed to tremble. Mira gently pushed his face away from hers, laughing joyously at how badly this young stud wanted her. “Mmmm, baby…Can you do it to the music? Pretty please?”
“Huh?”
“Your thrusting…Mmm, can you try doing it to the beat of the song playing?”
Hiroto hadn’t even realized music was playing until now, which momentarily snapped him out of his rough fucking. “Uh…okay. Would that make you happy?”
She reached out and licked his lips before pecking them. “Yes, it would, baby~”
“You got it, then!”
He dialed back his intensity, and did as she asked, making sure each pump of his cock only drove into her when the music dictated it. It was a bit agonizing having to take it slow with how horny this woman had made him, but after a few beats, he was starting to find it surprisingly enjoyable.
Mira was loving it from moment one, rolling her body along smoothly with each thrust, purring and moaning alongside it. Her hands were all over Hiroto’s muscular back, and she stared deeply into his eyes as he musically made love to her. “Perfect~”
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
The pair continued in rhythm, becoming so absorbed in the song that it ceased to be a simple tune coming from a phone speaker and instead became a live performance by the band happening directly beside them.
Hiroto nuzzled his face into the older woman’s neck. “Hey, uh…Can I cum in you?”
She smiled. “Hm…You want to, baby? You wanna fill an older woman up with your seed~?”
“Yeah. You feel amazin’.” His hand grasped at her tit, squishing it between his fingers until little bits of milk began to drip from her dark brown nipple.
Mira locked her legs around his waist. “I want it too, baby. Fill me.”
As the song hit its climax, so too did the two GLYPH agents. Hiroto hilted himself fully in the older woman, and she happily accepted her new young stud’s entire length, letting out one last moan as her pussy milked his balls of every drop of cum.
Mira’s playlist transitioned to the next song, and Hiroto transitioned onto his back, scooping her up and letting her rest on his chest. The two breathed heavily together for a few moments, until their bodies finally calmed back down.
She kissed his collarbone. “Mmm, baby that was incredible~”
“Haha, yeah it was. Never heard of fuckin’ to music like that, but that was pretty fun!”
“Yeah?” She slid her hand down along his abs until she reached his still-erect cock, giving it an affectionate little squeeze. “Mmm…then how about we take a little nap, and then make love to another song when we wake up?”
“You got it, ma’am!”
Standing right outside that room at HQ was Isaac the Intern, awkwardly sporting a raging hard-on from the sound of the sex on the other side of the door. He hadn’t intended to overhear; he’d been tasked by Malena the Manager to pass on the field agent meeting time to Hiroto the Hero and Mira the Musician, and had been told by Raelynn the Receptionist that the pair had gone to the rooms. Innocent little Isaac had assumed they were just taking a perfectly ordinary break, but froze up just before knocking once he overheard Mira’s moans.
It wasn’t until the sex stopped and the pair of agents had dozed off into their nap that Isaac finally broke free of his trance and realized where he was and how weird it was to be standing there eavesdropping with a boner. It still wasn’t a very good time to talk to the agents about the meeting time, so he definitely had to get out of there before anybody saw-
Immediately, the intern felt his soul being shat out of his body as he looked over to see Jimmy the Janitor just a few feet away emptying one of the trash cans. The big, quiet, gray-clad man gave a simple, wordless shake of the head that left Isaac wanting to disappear forever.
He spun around and began hurrying away, though the second he rounded the corner, he was immediately spotted by yet another employee – Dr. Ivy – who waved at him with her big oversized lab coat sleeves. “Hey, hey, where you running off to?”
Isaac gasped and turned around, hunching over to hide the bulge in his pants. The absolute last thing the boy needed was for his older sister to spot him walking around the office with an erection… “Nothing! I mean, uh…th-…uh…bathroom! Th-the bathroom! I’m going to the bathroom!”
The little indigo-haired doctor gave her much-taller brother a curious look, concerned with his scrunched-up stature. “Hm? Is it something serious? Need me to give you a check-up? Or medicine?”
“N-n-no! I just…! Really need to go…!”
With the situation now no longer serious, the impish doctor became at ease enough to grin as a new theory sparked within her mind. “Hm…Did you pee your pants again asking out another giiiiirl?”
Isaac, still hunched over, ran off again, awkwardly and clumsily weaving through cubicles as he sprinted in the exact opposite direction of the closest restrooms. “No! I didn’t! Aaaah…!”
Dr. Ivy cackled as she rounded the corner. Even after all these years, it never got old teasing her baby brother. “Hey, Jimmy! Did Isaac pee his pants?”
It was not uncommon for buildings in Braver City to be empty for long periods of time – the city was constantly transforming and expanding, and at such a rate that some buildings simply went forgotten for a time, or were even lost as the layout of the entire map changed, leaving the original owners unable to locate them for awhile. And it was also not uncommon for FORMA cards to appear within those empty buildings, a fact that the members of Gunmetal had recently deduced.
That fact worked out well for the organization. Being one of the largest of the FORMA-hunting gangs in the city, they had plenty of bodies and territory, especially over much of the real estate, and it wasn’t difficult for them to strong-arm their way into taking over others should the need arise.
And on this day, another FORMA did in fact manifest within an empty warehouse that had become littered with dust and cobwebs. It took a few hours, but eventually, one of their men making the rounds spotted it through a window floating right in the center of the dark, empty warehouse. Gunmetal had developed a protocol of making sure that a squad of men pounced on FORMA cards together whenever they were spotted, and only after those men had been vetted to confirm their identities so as to help deter any potential enemies from infiltrating their ranks and taking the card for themselves following a certain previous incident…
But the second the squad of Gunmetal goons arrived at the warehouse to claim the FORMA, an enemy made his own entrance right behind them.
“Tch. Didn’t even bother sending in anyone strong…” CIPHER Agent Number 3: Trey grumbled as he stepped into the open bay door of the warehouse, capturing the attention of the Gunmetal men standing inside. “Boooooriiiiing.”
“Who are you?” the one in charge called out as each member reached into their suits to procure their firearms.
Trey nodded his head towards the FORMA. “The only guy in here strong enough to take that card, that’s who.”
From beneath his sunglasses, the Gunmetal leader’s eyes caught sight of Trey’s red trench coat, fluttering in the breeze. “You with the Pyro Punks?”
“Tch. No way. Don’t insult me,” Trey growled in response, holding up his left hand. Though it initially glowed with a red flame, with a flick of the wrist, the flames transformed into a cold blue mist, then to emerald electricity dancing around his fingers, then back to fire, over and over again with each flick.
At the sight of the energy radiating from the mysterious stranger’s hands, the Gunmetal men elected to open fire on him immediately, no questions asked. It didn’t exactly work out well, though, as Trey simply had to swipe his hand across to conjure up a giant wall of raging flames that seemed to temporarily morph into beastly maws that devoured each bullet fired.
Using the wall of flames as a temporary blocker, the Gunmetal leader hurriedly snatched up the floating FORMA and tucked it into his jacket before ordering his men to disperse to keep the owner of it obstructed. If they only had to deal with one enemy for now, there was no way he could catch all of them if they separated, so-
A sheet of ice suddenly slid across the floor, and once it made contact with a few of the Gunmetal men, they found their legs instantly frozen and locked in place, unable to move. The leader tried firing at the ice to break it, but when it became apparent his bullets could potentially bounce off back into him, he knew it was futile, and hurried up to the next level of the warehouse to keep away from the frost.
Trey leaped right through the flame wall, aiming to finish off the Gunmetal grunts he’d frozen. The closest fired more shots at him, but he brought his right hand up in front of him, and conjured up an azure shield that not only rendered each shot useless, but even managed to deflect a few right back at the shooter, killing him before he even knew what hit him.
“You guys are a JOKE!” Trey barked out as he turned his attention to the next frozen opponent, flinging the shield at him. Before it reached, however, he flicked his right hand, and the shield instantly transformed into a spinning crimson axe blade that cleaved cleanly through the frozen Gunmetal man’s waist, sending the top half of his corpse flying to the side. “Is this really all you got?!”
He flicked his left hand beside him, turning the blue mist to green sparks, which he promptly fired in the direction of the third and final frozen goon. With a pained cry, the Gunmetal grunt was electrocuted to death, his expensive suit burned into his crispy flesh.
Outside, the remaining Gunmetal members hurried to their vehicles to flee the scene. They’d expected this FORMA pick-up to be quick and easy, and though there had certainly been a chance of a fight over it, they never could have imagined having to square off against someone of Trey’s power, and had come in woefully unprepared for such a thing.
But it was too late for them all. As they tried their damnedest to hurry into the vehicle, Trey emerged from the warehouse, having already transformed his red axe into a neon-green rocket launcher that he fired at the car with zero hesitation. There was nothing the Gunmetal goons could do as they were blasted to dust, and their charred vehicle soared high into the sky before crashing back down to earth in a flaming mess.
Trey stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trench coat, causing the rocket launcher and electricity to vanish, returning his hands to normal in the process. He stepped over to the wreckage of the Gunmetal cars, carelessly kicking at the grilled corpses until he eventually located the FORMA.
“‘[Whisper]’,” he read, rolling his eyes. “A fucking useless one…”
He scowled as he heard the little communicator in his ear buzz on, and the overly-horny and sickeningly-sweet voice of the CIPHER secretary Safira purr to him. “Au contraire, Daddy Trey~ Whispering is very, very sexy, and always gets me in the mood~”
“Everything gets you in the mood,” Trey grumbled back. “Why are you bothering me? Another booty call or something?”
“Mmm, while I definitely would love to be your plaything again, Daddy Trey, I’m actually calling you to inform you that I’ve detected an incoming BUBBLE in your area! Daddy Zero suggested you be the one to keep watch over it until we can prepare the CAGE!”
“Tch. The last time you had me wait around for a CAGE, it was three hours early. It better not be that long a wait again. I got better things to do than sit around like a moron for hours.”
“It shouldn’t be that long of a wait, buuuuut…” He could hear her sliding closer to the mic she was speaking into on the other end, licking her lips and lowering her voice to a whisper. “If I’m wrong again, Daddy Trey can bend me over and punish me for being such a bad little secretary~”
Trey sighed, shutting off the communicator. Safira had an insane body and he couldn’t deny how good it felt to fuck her, but there was also something about how she was always down to fuck that made it a little…boring and predictable. Like he hadn’t really earned a hot-ass slut to fuck; she was just…available by default. It had made him itchy for someone who might be more of a challenge to lay with. Like the married Dual, or the obsessed-with-one-particular-guy Twin.
Or maybe, now that they were ready to get back to fighting with GLYPH, that insanely hot MILF boss of theirs that he’d jerked off to more times than he could count…
BRAVE BANGERS 
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