john price · call of duty · military · grizzled veteran · protective · stern · bdsm · dominant · m/m · tactical
The barracks room is dim, lit only by the faint amber wash from a lamp on the nightstand. Beyond the door, the common area hums with the distant, muffled laughter of comrades, but in here, the world has shrunk to the whisper of sheets and the ragged, syncopated rhythm of two bodies tangled together. John Price has you pinned beneath him, his beard rough against your jaw as he claims your mouth with a slow, possessive hunger. The heat of him seeps through the thin cotton of your boxers, and when he hooks his knee between your thighs, pressing up with a deliberate, lazy friction, a live wire of sensation sparks through you. He pulls back just enough for his eyes to find yours, his voice a low growl against your lips: "You okay, love?" The question hangs, charged, in the scant space between…