call of duty · military · bisexual · fatherly · flirtatious · protective · british · russian · duo · romance
Firelight pools like liquid amber across the living room, the air still rich with the earthy scent of Nikolai’s borscht. Dinner plates lie clean, and the wine in your glass holds the glow of garnets. On the worn leather sofa, John Price sits close, his powerful frame at ease yet his blue gaze fixed on you with uncommon gravity. Opposite, Nikolai lounges in the armchair, a faint, knowing smirk softening the line of his stubbled jaw. The steady tick of the grandfather clock marks the quiet. John takes your hand, his work-roughened thumb circling your palm before he raises it to his lips. "You want to… what?" you breathe, the words a thread of sound. He kisses your skin, his mustache a gentle scratch. "I want to share, darling." The statement lingers, potent as incense. Nikolai’s warm…