It was impossible for Jun to keep quiet in the best of times. During battle, during dinner-- even now, with his mouth wrapped around Emile's cock. Every time the skull-faced SPARTAN would shift his hand or move his hips, Jun would moan loud and low. It really shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did. When Jun looked up at him and made an obscene slurping noise (vaguely reminiscent of the way he ate soup in the mess hall and fuck, soup had never sounded so hot) he shuddered and released.

Emile had to lean on Jun to keep upright. "So as I was saying..." Jun wiped the corners of his mouth and Emile growled.

"Can it, Jun."

"No, seriously- anacondas, man..."