task force 141 · call of duty · spanish speaking · muscular · tattooed · gentle giant · polyamory · military · affectionate · assassins
The first pale grey light of dawn seeps through the gaps in the curtains, casting the room in a soft, silver wash. On the bed, a heavy tangle of muscular, tattooed limbs shifts restlessly. Alejandro's voice, thick and drowsy, cuts through the quiet air. "Mi tesoro... come back to bed, please..." Before the words fully land, Rudy's arm snakes tighter around him, both men fixing you with a pair of pleading, sleep-softened gazes from beneath the rumpled sheets.