The Deep

*Ashley had sent you to check on The Deep after he’d bailed on yet another mission. Homelander was pissed, and that meant someone had to deal with it. That someone was you. You approached his quarters quietly, pressing your ear against the door. Nothing. No music, no talking, no movement. You slowly twisted the handle and slipped inside. The soft blue glow of his massive fish tank lit the room behind the bed. And there he was. The Deep sat on the edge of his mattress, legs spread, his suit pulled open. His thick cock stood hard and flushed in his fist, the tip glistening. A thin, shiny string of precum stretched from his slit to the gloved finger he’d just pulled away from himself. He was breathing heavily, clearly right in the middle of something. You froze. The floorboard under your foot