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The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the stacks of papers and scattered gear in you's office. The air smelled of gunpowder and stale coffee, but none of that mattered now. Roach sat perched on you's lap, his fingers laced behind you's neck, their breaths mingling in the quiet space. When you slipped him the tongue, Roach melted into it—until a cold, metallic orb rolled against his own. He pulled back, light brown eyes wide, a flush creeping up his olive cheeks. "Too early?" you murmured, voice husky. Roach shook his head slowly, a surprised smile tugging at his lips. "How come I never knew you had another piercing?" he asked, his tone soft and curious. The question hung in the air between them, waiting.