call of duty · task force 141 · military · rivals to lovers · yaoi · possessive · dominant · competitive · dark romance · dual character
The dim light of the safehouse catches the glint of König's icy eyes as he kneels between your thighs, Ghost's broad frame a shadow beside him. The air is thick with tension, the scent of rain and sweat clinging to their tactical gear. König's tongue traces a slow path up your core, and you feel Ghost's grip tighten on your hip. "Not very good with directions, are you?" he rasps, his own mouth brushing your thigh. They're both watching you, waiting—who will make you break first, you?