#bourbon slushies

[debraswanderings]

In fact, I am not just tiptoeing thru life. I feel deeply. I walk fully in the paths laid before me, ready to face the unknown with faith stronger than my doubts, trust greater than my fearfulness.

[ruvviks]

rose; angel; fortune; darling; i go by bourbon nowadays. haven't you heard? || [x]

[dagonborn]

Peach Tea Bourbon Slushies

[soaps-hoe-141]

Drowning In The Depths

Part 1

Pairing: Price x Male!Reader

WC: 19.6k

Synopsis: Slow night at the bar turns into a little more than the reader bargains for

Warnings: Smut, like a lot of it, NSFW, Minors DNI

You’d been watching the man for months now, captivated by the ocean blue eyes and the dark brunette hair. He showed up like clockwork every week, drank three bourbons, smoked a cigar, and then he’d leave just before the clock struck twelve. Sometimes there were other men who would be with him, other times he was completely alone and just sitting at the bar watching the soccer game, or football as they called it here in the United Kingdom, on the bar’s TV. 

But without fail he was always there at the same time and always on the same days, like it was a ritual, it had definitely become one of yours since you had moved over here. It was not often that you spoke to anyone at the bar yourself, you were more of a people watcher, just there to enjoy the feel of the crowd and the false sense of community you got out of it. You didn’t have anyone in the city to speak to really, not many people at work wanted to use their off the clock time to hangout with you. Those that might have wanted to couldn’t be seen with you, especially outside the building where you worked. And your family was overseas, you’d left them to follow what you’d thought was your dream. Turns out dreams weren’t always what they were cracked up to be.

So here you were like you were every Friday, sitting in your corner alone like you always were and watching two men at the pool table. One was a Scotsman and the other was a tall, broad masked man with a thick accent that you honestly couldn’t identify the region of even if you had tried. The darker skinned man was standing beside the big one, smiling as he watched the Scot about to lose yet another game to their friend who was basically stealing his money at this point. It brought a small smile to your own face, watching the interaction between the three and how comfortable and happy they were with one another, a sense of familiarity flowing through you as you watched them all. It had to be around time for him to get here, as you looked down at your phone to check the time in the man walked, a tall brunette Brit with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen.

His facial hair was perfectly trimmed like always, almost meticulously so. His black beanie was affixed snugly to his head, and his thick black coat was around his shoulders, blue jeans that clung to his ass in the best way. He was a sight that could make a drowning man thirsty, and every time you watched him you felt like you’d been walking in the desert for months without even a drop of water. Your mouth went dry as you watched him, too cautious to make yourself known to him but much too interested in him to not show up.

So here you still sat after three solid months of watching from afar, and every other Friday night you were getting your fix of the hottest man you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was an addiction that had you itching to get to the bar, hell sometimes you nearly convinced yourself to mark the days on the calendar just in case you ever forgot. In reality though you couldn’t forget, your mind ran like a finely attuned clock and it was ticking down the seconds every day to when you’d be headed back to the bar to watch him walk by.

Today was just like all the others, sitting quietly and nursing a whiskey. You’d always preferred straight liquor, especially considering where you grew up. Men where you were from didn’t drink fancy slushies with little umbrellas, they suffered through the taste of burning bottom shelf alcohol like real men. It was honestly a bit depressing, you’d realized that a while ago, though you still did nothing to try and change it. What was the point when they’d have you packing up and then ship you on to the next city the second you got comfortable anyway? Part of you knew that you really should have taken that job with your sister, it would have been better than this constant shell game from one city to the next ever could have been. Your job before this one had been your real dream, everything you had lived and breathed for but this was merely what had been leftover for you after a series of unfortunate events had backed you into a corner.

At least the bar was packed tonight though, with so many people to watch it wasn’t likely your mind would get bored. Your finger tapped against the glass before you lifted it to your lips, taking a slow sip as you watched the Brit at the bar talking to the other three men he was always with. You saw his head begin to turn and so your gaze flicked away and to one tipsy face to another. One drunk man at the far end was currently being dragged out by his buddies before he puked all over the floor, and then to a group of young women who seemed to be celebrating someone’s birthday, young men crowding around them and seemingly trying to get lucky. It wasn’t until one of those women sat down on the stool next to you that your eyes stuck to someone other than the brunette for the first time that night.

She was pretty, but you had to be honest, everything that was currently on display beneath her skimpy clothes was not exactly something you were interested in. “Can I help you?” The words themselves were a bit on the rude side but the question coming out the way it did, along with your raised eyebrows and curious look, somehow managed to not make you sound like an asshole although you doubted she would have minded either way. The girl was holding her head up with one hand and staring at you with a drunken smile on her face like she was looking at a puppy in a pet store window or something.

She gave a quiet nod, “Are you here with someone or are you just looking for…anyone?” Your eyebrows furrowed at that obvious proposition and before you could even respond a man joined her, an arm wrapping around her with his hand settling against her hip. You glanced between the two with a near scowl on your face as she asked, “You can come with us if you want. We’ve been looking for a third and you’re pretty handsome.”

The laugh you let out at that belonged in a movie, they would have paid you billions for the genuine way your eyes filled with disbelief at the audacity of these two. You were at a loss for words, blinking with a stunned smile on your face. It didn’t even register that someone had slid into the other chair beside you until there was a glass clattering down beside your hand with amber liquid in it. Your gaze shifted to follow the line from the hand and up the arm until you stopped on those blue eyes, the man beside you having been the one you dreamt about late at night and even in the middle of the day. A deep, gravelly voice, the first time you’d ever even heard it, slid out from between perfectly sculpted lips, “Hey sorry I was late, who’s this?”

The blue eyes flicked from the two on the other side of the table and then up to you, holding you captive in the sea of blue there. Your mouth couldn’t form the words to say you’d never even seen them before and you had no clue, too wrapped up in the fact that the Brit was sitting right next to you. Thankfully the couple answered for you, “Oh, sorry about that. We thought he was alone, you both have a great night.” And then they were gone, surprisingly considerate after having been so shockingly forward initially.

Though to be completely honest they could have screamed at you right then and it wouldn’t have made a difference to your rattled mind. You were too busy staring at the brunette who’d taken a seat next to you, close enough you could feel when his arm moved to bring his glass to his lips. He took a slow sip, turning his gaze back to you as the couple disappeared into the sea of patrons, eyebrows raising at your continued blanching before he asked, “You good mate?”

Your eyes shifted down to his hand as the glass found a resting place on the table once again, finally managing to produce a slow nod and nervous, “Uh yeah, I’m good. Thanks for that, never even considered I’d have to deal with, well whatever the hell that was.” You gave a quiet huff of laughter as your fingers played with the glass of whiskey on the table in front of you, avoiding the intense gaze beside you.

There was surprise in those eyes as the deep voice spoke again, “An American? Didn’t expect that one. Where are you from? You sound like one of those cowboys in the movie.”

You glanced nervously at him, seeing a hint of curiosity in his eyes before quirking up the corner of your mouth and answering, “Um yeah, yeah I’m an American, from the south. I’m from Georgia actually.”

You caught a smile on his lips when the man nodded, continuing to probe, “Oh yeah I could tell by the accent. How’d an American end up on this side of the Atlantic then? Don’t see many of you in places like these, especially not outside London.”

It was weird talking to the man you’d been quietly observing for the past few months, it wasn’t like you were stalking him or anything, you didn’t even know the man’s name. But having him sitting there asking you questions was throwing you off a bit. It had been a while since you’d talked to anyone outside of your forced work interactions, it felt like you’d forgotten how to actually converse.

Finally though you managed an answer, “Chasing a dream, you know how it is. Left everything behind to get that dream job and get outta that small town just like all the songs told me to do.” You cast a small smile down at the glass as you paused for a drink and a shrug, “You don’t realize how much you’ll miss it though until you can’t get it back.” The brunette took a drink from his glass then too, giving a knowing nod before you asked, “What about you? You from around here?”

There was a quick nod from the man at the question, “Yeah, about an hour and half southwest of here. I grew up in Herefordshire. Me and my dream job though, well we’ve been together for a while. Been in the army since I was sixteen, never looked back. More than happy saving lives.”

Your eyebrows rose at the statement though truthfully you shouldn’t have been all that surprised. Everything about him from his clean cut hair and well-kept physique screamed military, “Didn’t realize you were an army man.” He was spinning his glass on the table, blue eyes watching you as you spoke, “I did a few tours myself, enlisted right outta high school.” Before you continued your jaw tensed, considering whether you should tell him the truth of your past or not and deciding against it, wasn’t like he needed to hear the whole truth anyway, “I was a marine though, you know, a jarhead,” you wiggled your brows at that with a small laugh, managing to draw an amused smile from him as well though you knew he saw your slight hesitation. Worry coursed through you as you hurriedly added, “You know now that I’m getting a better look at you I’m surprised I didn’t see the army on you.”

“A better look?” Shit, you hadn’t meant to say that and you really hadn’t expected for him to pick up on it. He could see the panic in your eyes, not knowing how to continue or play it off and that brought out a tilt of his head that had you tensed in the chair. Well fuck you that was it, your face went beet red and you pleaded with any higher power out there to strike you down so you didn’t have to explain what you meant or why you were currently unable to speak or even so much as breathe. It didn’t come though, instead the man beside you leaned forward to put his elbows on the table as he looked you over a bit closer, “So you have been watching me then, huh?” Your eyes stayed glued to the nearly empty whiskey glass before you brought an elbow up on the table and leaned your face into your hand to hide the panic written plainly there, “I’ve been wondering, you know. I couldn’t tell if you were just here all the time by circumstance or if you really were staring a hole in my back.”

The silence was killing you as he waited to hear you say something, anything, “Shit, listen man I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just…I don’t really know anyone or anything here and I was just trying to pass the time and I guess y’all,” you gesture with a nod to the three men still over by the pool table before continuing, “Y'all kinda reminded me of me and my old squad. Honest to God though, hand on the bible, I wasn’t trying to weird you out or anything-” you were diving head first into a long ramble that seemed to have no end when you felt a hand on your thigh. Wide eyes jumped up to those ocean hues you’d been avoiding for the past minute and for the second time that night you were at a loss for words. Blanching even when you saw lips move, his words falling on deaf ears at first, unable to hear him over the pounding of your own pulse in your ears.

When the hand gave a gentle squeeze your eyes finally blinked and you glanced down at the hand hidden below the table, away from the prying eyes of the other bar patrons. The deep, gravelly voice beside you finally spoke again, “It’s ok Marine, I’m not weirded out." The smile he gave you calmed your nerves as he continued, "I was going to buy you a drink but every time I get here you already have your own. I couldn’t think of a way to get your attention before now, not until they,” he nodded to the couple on the other side of the bar, “sat down over here. Guess it was a good thing I didn’t try the more forward approach though, I’ve never heard anyone laugh that loud when someone asked them to go home with them before in my life.” The man took a quick sip from his glass, finishing it off before he smiled again, voice lowering to a whisper when he asked, “So, anyway, what’re you doing later tonight?”

And that was how you’d ended up here in the front seat of Army’s old Ford truck with its leather bench seats and the whole truck riding low enough to the ground you were both taller than it was when you stood up. You were watching the buildings pass by as every single red light stopped the two of you on your way back to his house. Your fingers were clenched so hard into your thigh you were sure you were sure you were about to pull your whole damn leg off. Your knee was bouncing nervously, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been in another person’s car, and especially not when you were headed back to their house to do the inevitable. It certainly didn’t help that the person you were riding with was the man you’d been quietly pining after months now. 

Your eyes were glued to the streetlights outside, trying not to melt into a puddle at the reflection of the man in the driver’s seat. One hand on the wheel and leaned back with the most casual look on his face you’d ever seen on anyone, not at all like your own which was full of nerves and worry. You swallowed hard, staring disrespectfully at the perfect lines of his lips, the veins that popped on his arms, the way his shirt sat so perfectly tight across his chest.

When you felt that same pressure on your thigh from before your bouncing leg froze, turning your gaze from his reflection and back to him. You were stopped at yet another light and he was watching you with a curious gaze, “Marine, you good?” You gave a quick nod to which he responded with an even quicker glance down at your thigh, holding the look which had you shifting in your seat, “You sure?” Army’s gaze shifted back up then holding your eyes captive, even and calm like the open ocean on a sunny day. It shot a sense of calm into your own nerves, somehow settling you rather than pressuring you, the panic that had been sitting just at the back of your mind turning almost immediately into ice. A brunette brow rose, the other man could sense the newfound calm as you slid across the seat away from the window.

A quick glance up at the light to make sure, yeah it was still red, and then your eyes were back on his curious ones with his head tilted endearingly, the man trying to figure out what the actual hell you were doing. Until your hand returned the firm squeeze, thumb grazing over his knee anyway. Army immediately shifted, legs spreading just a bit and hips angling towards you as much as they could. Your hand drifted up, watching his gaze change from curiosity and immediately into fire, eagerly awaiting your hand now. He had forgotten completely about the fact that he was supposed to be driving you back to his house to do this, not sitting at a green light with a hand inching closer and closer to the promised land. That was what finally stopped you though, noticing the green light which made you freeze, turning your gaze up before smiling and nodding towards it, “Eyes on the road Army.”

There was a quiet curse before he hit the gas, his second hand raising to the wheel for a moment before he reached down to cover the back of yours with the rough calluses. He shifted and when he did you could just feel the tip of his semi through his jeans, your eyes traveled down to look at the growing outline of him before you squeezed his thigh again and shook your head. “No can do Army. Have you never played redlight greenlight before? You've gotta wait till we hit another red light or we make it back to your place.” There was a side-eyed glare that you caught when the streetlights illuminated his face for just a moment. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to be fun. You might regret it when he'd had enough of your teasing but that didn't mean you weren't still going to have fun.

Again the light turned red in front of you and the second he came to a full stop your hand was moving again. Rubbing his hardening erection through the thick jeans on your way up before you worked at the button and then the zipper. You were about to delve in for your awaited prize when the light turned green and so you stopped. Hand still held tantalizingly over the zipper and a smirk on your mouth as he growled a quick, “Bloody hell,” and revved up the gas. The next light didn’t stop you and he groaned quietly about it, cursing both you and the lights for this torture, his hips bucking up just slightly as he searched for the friction and heat of your hand again. You kept it just out of reach though, shaking your head when he glanced your way with a desperate and frustrated sigh. 

It wasn’t until the truck came to a stop at the next red light that your fingers finally dove below the zipper, just as eager to see him as he was to be touched. His flesh was burning underneath the pads of your fingertips, and when he lifted his hips and slid his jeans down a bit you pulled him free. Your thumb ran over the tip and he took in a sharp breath, eyes dropping down to watch and catching sight of your heavily furrowed brows. “What’s wrong Marine?”

Your own eyes glanced up quickly and then back down to him before you shook your head. “It’s uh…Well it’s bigger than I expected if I'm being honest. Wasn't aware I was going to be dealing with-” You broke off staring at the monster in your hand. He had to be at least eight inches, and good lord the girth? It was too much, how could you deal with something that big? He was bigger than anyone you’d ever been with before and that was a fact. There was a low chuckle, a sound that rang in your ears that you wanted to hear every day, it was unlike anything else you’d ever heard. But fuck if that little chuckle and smug smile you glanced up to find didn’t light a fire under your ass that made you want to turn him into a moaning mess of a man.

So that was your goal as you ran your tongue flat across the tip without so much as a warning, looking up to watch his eyes go wide and his hips jump up at the feeling. And as your hand grabbed the tip and you twisted your wrist the light turned green, freezing you in place much to his annoyance. So you waited, turning to lay across the seat with your mouth poised close enough that he could feel every breath you took.

When the truck stopped next you didn’t waste a second, lips spreading over the red and leaking tip, tongue swirling around it before you sucked him in further. Your tongue ran along the underside, saliva already dripping from your open mouth and down the long shaft that you could just barely get your lips around the sheer size of comfortably. Heat flooded your own body, pooling at the base of your growing erection. You pushed your hips down into the leather seat, grinding into it to find at least some relief while your mouth was being stuffed full of hot flesh and salty precum. And then the red light changed, you could see the light flooding the truck and halfway back up his long shaft you froze. When you glanced up he was watching you with confusion until you glanced up at the light and he groaned, head falling back into the seat before he hit the gas again.

You stayed like that, unmoving unless there was a bump in the road or he had to make a turn. Mouth halfway down his cock, breathing through your nose, and your own hips grinding into the seat every now and then to ease your own ache there. Every time you breathed, every turn he made, every pothole in the road had the man above you moaning out for more, aching for you to keep going despite your refusal to do so. When you felt saliva trying to drip out past your lips you sucked hard for just a moment, swallowing around his length. The man above you jerked, his body going rigid for a moment when the truck swerved hard before he quickly righted himself. It was driving him positively mad and you could see it in the way his eyes burned down at you, he'd had enough of your teasing now. You feared when the truck stopped next and he threw it into park, thankful no one was behind y’all else you both risked getting caught. Large hands grabbed the back of your head and his hips pushed up into your aching jaw. Your mouth would no doubt be sore tomorrow, just as you hoped many other parts of you would be as well.

He shoved you down, refusing to let you pull up and rest your aching jaw even for a quick moment. The tip hit against the back of your throat and you felt your throat tighten before you swallowed trying not to gag around the length. Your body had forgotten how to do this, maybe you shouldn’t have teased. It would have been nice to just be sitting with his hand resting on your thigh while you took a leisurely drive back to his house. But then again, when he had shoved you down until there was no more left to take and the loud groan left his lips, if you hadn’t teased him to the point where he was about to fuck your mouth like a man without thought you wouldn’t be hearing the noises currently escaping his throat. He let you lift your head, pulling off for a moment as you pushed yourself up, strings of saliva keeping the two of you connected while you caught your breath. One of the hands on your head moved down to your jaw, running along the stubble there with his rough fingers as he lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You didn’t expect the words that came out of his mouth though as he made you a promise that had you grinding into the leather seats, “I am going to ruin you, Marine.”

Your eyebrows raised at that, the words going straight to your own aching length that was beginning to throb with need while it was still trapped in your jeans. He pulled your jaw back down with one hand, the other still on the back of your head, running through the short strands of hair. He impaled your throat with his length again, but instead of forcing you down on it, this time his hips rose to meet your mouth. Strong hands held your head still as his cock slammed again and again and again against the back of your throat, soft moans escaping your lips when he growled out, “So fuckin good for me, Marine. Gonna fuck you like this all night, till you can’t think anymore. You won’t even remember your own name when I’m through with you,” his cock buried itself as far down your throat as it would go again before he pulled you down with him so he could sit back on the seat.

You didn’t even notice when the truck slammed back into drive, not until the truck was roaring down the road again, the man with one hand holding you down on his engorged length while the other kept the two of you from careening off the road. You couldn’t even get a breath in, the enormous length of him choking you as he drove. Your throat constricted and he slammed a palm against the steering wheel to keep from pushing you down even further when there was nothing else for you to take. Black spots sparked in your vision, head trying desperately to pull up but he only growled, "Can't move till I stop again Marine. You better hope this light turns red before we get there." If you could have spared the air you would have been moaning, humming, and groaning around his length but you simply didn't have the breath to do so.

Not until the light in front of you turned red and he finally stopped again, thanking the heavens above when his hand relaxed and he let you up. You struggled to catch your breath then, coughing before your hand took the place of your mouth, cheek resting against the clothed thigh as he stared down at you. Red faced and panting and pumping his member in an attempt to satisfy him so he wouldn't impale you before you could catch your breath. His fingers ran along your now tear stained cheeks, wiping the trails away with a hand much gentler than the one that had just been holding you still while you choked on his cock. “Look at you Marine, bloody hell, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted right now. That mouth of yours is so good,” the fingers grazed over your temple, around your ear and stopped at the side of your neck where the muscle flexed and tensed at the warm touch.

Fingers dug in for a few moments, kneading gently as a calloused thumb ran over the cheekbone there. You leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment before you lifted up again and your lips stretched over the head of his cock once more. Your lips were sliding down his length, what you couldn’t fit comfortably in your mouth, your hand was working instead. Pumping up to meet your lips before returning to the base and giving it a wicked twist that had Army groaning like a man possessed.

You had forgotten about the rules of the game at that point, wanting only to keep hearing the sounds escaping the man above you so that they could continue sending floods of heat to your own member that you were slowly grinding into the leather. You felt the engine purring, sending quiet vibrations through the truck as he drove, one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing circles on the back of your head. A quiet whimper left your lips as you careened into the seat, pulling off of his length to rest your forehead against his thigh. Your hips pressed into the leather, the thick fabric running against your skin painfully now. It was too much of the wrong thing. Your hands scrambled below you, fumbling with your zipper and button, groaning in frustration at the belt you’d decided to wear tonight refusing to loosen. There was a quiet chuckle from above you as Army said, “Take your time, Marine. Work the problem.”

He was right, obviously he was right but with the fog of need clouding your mind it was near impossible to listen. Not until hands grabbed at your wrists, halting your progress as you looked up from where your forehead had been braced against Army’s thigh to notice the truck had stopped again. It didn’t take five seconds until the Brit pushed you up to slide closer, his hands reaching down for the frustratingly tight belt undoing it with a couple deft movements of his hands. Your pants fell open and he reached inside the waistband of your underwear to free you. A string of groans leaving you when the firm grip pulled your aching cock out, exposing it to the cool night air. He smiled at you, fingers sliding along the shaft with a feather light touch that had your hips bucking forward and your head falling back.

Fingers tightened around your length and then into the collar of your shirt, pulling you forward again before he whispered against your ear, “Get back to work Marine, we were in the middle of a game.” You panted quietly against the crook of his neck, nose pressing against the hard muscle there and taking in a whiff of bourbon and cigar smoke that had you nearly whining, especially when his fingers left your throbbing member to return to the wheel. “Focus up,” his quiet words found your ears and you nodded, swallowing hard before you settled back along the length of the seat. Knees holding your ass in the air while you gathered a bit of spit on one hand and slipped it between your thighs to pump at your throbbing erection, finally getting the attention it had been weeping precum for.

The other hand returned to Army’s now throbbing and needing cock, mouth wrapping back over the tip and listening to him moan at the tight, wet heat of your mouth, feeling as he rocked forward into your depths. You hummed your own satisfaction and that had his eyes widening before he came to a stop again. His freehand which had been kneading the muscles of your neck slid down the length of your spine, fingers trailing over the flesh that had been exposed by your shirt riding up and your jeans slipping down. They squeezed into the toned flesh of your ass, drawing out another moan from the both of you, the vibrations causing Army’s head to tilt back for a moment.

They left as quickly as they had come, leaving cold flesh behind. You were more focused on the cock your mouth was bobbing on and your own pulsing member that you didn’t notice when the man lifted his fingers to his own mouth, drenching them in saliva, before he returned the hand to your well defined glutes. Fingers slid between the two mountain peaks, prodding at the tight puckered hole. Your mouth popped off of him, hand pumping his length before you rested your forehead against his thigh again. Moans left you wildly as he slid a finger in, focusing on the thick digit curling into your walls before he growled, “Bloody hell Marine.” He pumped his finger into you a few times, testing the waters until he added a second, both digits curling into your tight walls and dragging out quiet gasps while your hands worked both your cocks in time with one another.

His fingers were thick, nothing compared to his hard erection in front of you, but it was just what you needed as you fucked your own hand and pressed back against the fingers inside of you as well. Both directions drawing out quiet gasps from your wide open and needy mouth. The truck stopped again, you hadn’t even noticed it starting in your haze of need. The hand on the wheel found your head, pulling you back up by the back of the neck and positioning his long shaft against your lips before he fucked into your mouth again. Holding you still with one hand and filling you with the fingers of his other. “‘M shite Marine, so fuckin tight. Tight and needy and willing, drunk on my cock so much already and we aren’t even at the house yet.” He groaned out when you swallowed around his length, tongue swirling along the underside of his sensitive shaft.

“Can you take another?” His question was rhetorical, he didn’t need you to answer because he’d already lined a third up at the tight ring of muscle and was plunging it inside of you with the other two in the next second. His cock strangled a moan in your throat then, curling his fingers with every thrust as he stretched you out and searched for the spot he knew would make you cry out for more.

Just when you thought he’d never find it his fingers brushed against it and you moaned loud enough that had there been anyone walking by there would have been no doubt what was happening inside right now. Your hips bucked forward into your hand and you pulled off his length just long enough to pant out, “Again, I’m so close.” His fingers curled against the spot again and your eyes rolled back, the edges of your vision beginning to turn white. “Ag-Again, Army,” he nodded quickly before he pulled you back down onto his cock. He hit that blinding spot with every curl of his fingers after that. Hitting that spot until you were writhing into your frantically jerking hand and moaning obscenely around the cock disappearing between your lips.

You came without warning, wrist twisting at the tip and sending you toppling into the white void of pleasure, throat vibrating with strangled cries that sent the other man over the edge right behind you. He pulled your mouth down till there was no more to take again and you swallowed around his length. That was the last straw as he bucked up feverishly into your mouth and his head fell backwards, cumming down your throat in hot ropes that you didn’t question for a moment about swallowing down.

Your body went limp against the leather seat, Army's fingers pulling out of you and leaving you cold and empty. You pulled your own mouth off, taking in quick gasps of air as your cheek settled against his thigh again. Eyes blinked rapidly in a futile attempt to stay open while he drove. How in the hell was he driving right now? You managed to open your eyes for a quick moment, staring at his still hard erection, the man wasn’t even softening whereas you felt completely spent. A weight pressed between your shoulder blades, callused fingers running along your back in soothing motions. When you glanced up again he was forward focused, eyes on the road, hand on the wheel, and good lord he didn’t look even the least bit tired. This was about to be the longest night of your damned life.

A thumb ran over your cheek, quiet words whispering into the air down to you, "Marine, hey, wake up." You let out a questioning hum, you weren't asleep, or at least you didn't remember falling asleep. The hand slid off your cheek, seeming to give up before the thigh you'd been using as a pillow moved out from under you and you heard a truck door shut. That prompted you to open your eyes then, glancing into the black leather with tired eyes. You pushed up on an elbow before you heard the door behind you open and a hand wrapped around your thigh. He rolled you over onto your back and when you looked for him he was leaning into the truck right above you.

Blue eyes stared down at your face, stained with tears and saliva, stomach and shirt covered in your own release, the waistband of your jeans and underwear still shoved down over the swell of your ass, and your softened cock laying against your stomach that seemed to harden with every second he stared down at it. Army's hand ran up your thigh and along your naked hip before he continued up your ribs. When he slipped his hips between your thighs the thought of him taking you again right there pressed into your mind, rolling your hips up to his and feeling the still hard erection he'd stuffed back into his own jeans. You swallowed hard, warmth flooding to the base of your own cock as it hardened steadily against the rough fabric of his jeans. You could see his smile even in the darkness, and heard his chuckle when your legs raised and wrapped around his waist pulling him flush against you as you rocked into him again. "Very eager Marine, I was worried I'd already worn you out."

"Not a damn chance, been waiting on your ass for months and I ain't about to give this chance up now," his mustache moved then as he smiled and leaned down. His lips were gentle, soothing to your own after they'd been wrapped around his length for so long. They moved across your swollen lips with firm yet gentle purpose. His tongue teased at you, tip licking against your sensitive skin before darting back. When his hips rolled down against you, his hard length pressing against your ass, the thought of what he'd said earlier ran through your mind, 'I am going to ruin you, Marine.' And by God did you know it with the way he was grinding against you, already beginning to overstimulate your nerve endings.

Your mouth fell open against his lips when you felt rough calluses run across your length cupping you in his hand as he rocked into you again. Your quiet gasp left you vulnerable, exposed, and he took full advantage when his tongue slipped inside your mouth, tasting your wet depths. His beard was rough against your already chapped skin and with every squeeze of his hand you felt your body reacting the only way it could, begging and pleading with him for more. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth before he moved on to your jaw. The sensitive skin turned red against the coarse hairs of his beard dragging along your skin before his lips moved to soothe the patches. He received quiet gasps in return, one of your hands wrapping around the back of his head and throwing the beanie on the dash so you could feel the cropped locks there. The other hand had run down his side, wrapping around to the small of his back and holding on for dear life as he ground you down into the leather seat.

A thought crossed your mind then, "W-Where are we?" You managed to ask between gasps. His fingers wrapped around your length clouding your mind and drawing out a quiet moan.

Finally he mumbled an answer against the thin skin of your neck, "My house." He paused to nip at the skin before continuing, "In the garage." His fingers stroked your length with mind-numbing skill. You honestly hadn't thought you'd be able to go another round so soon but here you were, hard as a rock beneath his expert touch in a matter of seconds. And then his hands were gone and damnit you couldn't stop the whine that pulled out of your throat. Hips bucking up in hopes of finding it again but to no avail. He smiled against your collarbone, teeth grazing over it before he whispered, "Don't worry, it'll be worth it in just a second Marine." You forced yourself to nod, not quite believing him but knowing you didn't exactly have a choice about where his fingers went.

Suddenly his hands were both around your hips and he was pulling you towards the door. He unwrapped your legs from his waist and stood up, leaving your neck and mouth unattended just as much as your weeping cock was. You squirmed under the blue gaze, fingers reaching for your member to soothe the ache he had left. Army merely watched as you pumped yourself slowly, his own hands releasing the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper with frustrating slowness. The smile was gone now, replaced with a burning gaze that had your back arching off the seat with need. "Come on Army hurry up," when a brunette brow rose at the statement you quickly added, "Need you. Wanna feel you."

That had his beard shifting, smile returning to his lips as he pulled himself out. Your gaze immediately shifted down, taking in his erect length again that was bobbing in front of him as he reached to shove the jeans down his legs a bit. Your mouth watered at the sight, tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you groaned, hand twisting at the base of your cock as you did. Your head tipped back as you kept working yourself, nearing your next orgasm already as your hand became erratic, no frantic, with the need to chase your high. A cruel hand wrapped around your wrist stopping you and when you tried to move your other into its place it too was captured. You let out a quiet whine, stomach tensing and flexing as you rocked, trying to find the friction you so desperately needed. "Slow down Marine, bloody hell. What about my fun, huh?" 

Your dazed eyes opened to find his smiling features and you managed to reign in your ragged breaths before muttering, " 'M s-sorry. Please," you couldn't verbalize what you were begging him for but it wasn't that hard for him to guess. Between the time it took for him to capture your hands and let them go your own climax had danced out of reach. His hands grabbed the waistband of your jeans and pulled them down, your burning skin exposed finally to the cool air. He didn't pull them off though, merely let them dangle uselessly around your knees while his fingers went for what he was really searching for. The callused digits ran across your tight hole again, dragging a low moan from you as he pressed into you. "Fuck, Army, fuck shit," you were desperate for words, letting anything out that you could manage as he curled a finger inside you. "More now, need more," he happily obliged, a second finger joining the first as your back arched against the leather seats again. A hum that probably would have been another loud moan had you not strangled it behind tightly closed lips resonated from you. The man could do no wrong at this point, every touch, every movement, every word drove you out of your mind with throbbing pleasure.

He slid his fingers out and you pushed closer on the seat, quietly begging for him to return with little gasps. He pulled your legs up, resting both of your clothed calves on one shoulder before you felt the blunt tip grazing over your entrance. You immediately pushed into it, looking up when he asked, "You still okay Marine?" Your head was nodding before he even finished the sentence and you felt the burn as he slowly pushed inside of you. Your mouth fell open in a silent plead, eyes shutting tight as you arched into the touch. His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them pressed firmly together which only made your walls clench tighter around him. He wasn't even halfway inside you before your hands shot down, stopping him as the sensation just became too much all at once.

His hips halted and when you finally managed to open your eyes again he was staring down at you, a hint of worry furrowing his dark brows. You swallowed hard before he asked, "You want me to stop?"

The fingers around your thighs were still holding firm, keeping the both of you frozen in that moment. Slowly the tension in your body released and you felt yourself rock slowly, looking for more now that you'd gotten a chance to catch your breath. "Don't you dare stop," you finally managed to get out. 

His mustache twitched around that snake-like smile and he gave you a quick dip of his head in a nod, "Wouldn't dream of it, Love." The words went straight down to your throbbing member, clenching around him for a second as he continued to slip inside of you. When you felt his hips come flush against your backside a groan left you both simultaneously. "Shite, so tight, can't keep squeezing me like that, gonna make me cum too soon," you did it again anyway biting your lip when he grinded against your ass in response. "Careful Marine, I'll make you scream so loud you wake the bloody neighbors."

You arched your back at the statement, grinding your own hips against his before smiling up at him, "You can certainly try." And damn was he about to, he pulled out achingly slow before he slammed his hips back against yours so hard he drove the air from your lungs. You could feel every ridge and vein as he throbbed inside of you. There was so much of him, pressing against your walls so hard there was little left for you to give. He filled every inch with ease it seemed, taking pleasure from every little groan and gasp that left your mouth. While he was chasing his own high it seemed that was only his secondary goal, more interested in making you cry out and beg for him.

And by god were you going to beg, you’d do anything for this to never end, for his strong thighs to never stop pressing against you, for that happy trail to never leave your sight, for that dick to never pull out of you. Just as you were gasping out, “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, please more, I need more,” he provided like it was his one and only purpose in life. Folding you in half as he leaned down towards you, one arm still wrapped around your legs and the fingers digging into your thigh hard enough you knew he was breaking the skin. His mouth found yours, needing to feel the closeness of you, both of you needing that warmth. It was when his lips began to devour you that he hit it, your hips bucking up with a loud cry. “There!” It was more like a pleading yell than anything that clawed up your throat then. He struck deep and true and just fucking right.

He slammed into it again and your fingers that had been holding tight to one shoulder squeezed hard enough you knew it was going to leave a bruise. “There? You like that Marine?” All you could manage was a nod and a moan as he hit it again with pinpoint precision. When you didn’t answer though his hips stilled, seated fully inside you and both of you twitching with need while you squirmed underneath him. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question,” his voice was deeper now, filled with lust and the gravelly way with which he spoke had you clenching around him almost painfully tight. He didn’t even react though, staring hard down at you.

You reached up, a hand pulling his head back down to yours to whisper against the prickly hairs on his cheek, “I fuckin love it.” His face turned into your neck, mouth pressed right below your ear as he nipped at the skin, sucking it between his lips hard enough you were well aware it would be a deep purple hickey by tomorrow morning but in reality you couldn’t have cared less in that moment. His pace started again, faster than before but no less deep. You weren’t sure he knew what shallow thrusts even were. Moans fell out of your mouth almost the second he started again, his beard scratching across your neck and leaving that burning sensation that was becoming almost too familiar now.

White sparked in your vision, he knew exactly how to play you like a fiddle, it was almost unfair how good he was, how amazing he felt burying himself deep inside you. His mouth was sucking the skin of your neck, leaving marks along your flesh with a pleased smile you didn’t need to see to know it was there. Then he slammed into the place that had your body arching off the seat, his quiet whispers telling you how good you were doing, how tight you were, and how close he was falling on deaf ears. He was hitting that blinding spot every time now, your fingers digging into one shoulder and the other hand holding tight to the forearm that was still wrapped around your thighs. You stammered out, “I-I’m so-so close, please.”

He responded almost instantaneously with a hand reaching between your two sweaty bodies before his fingers ran down your length. It barely took any coaxing before you were a moaning mess and your head fell back, crying out with the waves of your climax crashing into you. You painted both of your stomachs and his fist. He pulled up, jerking you flush to his hips again and his thrusts stuttered, one arm still holding your legs tight to his chest, the other braced against the roof of the car. He pulled out after a few more hard thrusts, letting your legs fall back to the ground and you watched his hand pump a few times along his enormous length until he spilled over your now softening member and lower stomach.

You didn’t remember falling into the void, exhaustion flooding your entire body. Every part of you was sore and aching but you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. Soft fabric ran over your stomach, nudging against your spent member which had your eyes jumping open even as you flinched away from the sensation. The brunette was shirtless now, the black fabric balled up in his hand and wiping over the white ropes that painted your stomach like it was a piece of abstract artwork. Your head fell back again, covering your eyes with the inside of your elbow and your smile widened as his fingers danced over your sensitive skin. When the calluses rubbed up your side you flinched away with a light laugh before looking up at the Brit, “That’s not fair Army,” you feigned annoyance with his attempts at tickling your hypersensitive skin.

The man gave a small shrug and shot a smirk down at him, “All’s fair in love and war, mate.” You rolled your eyes at that, arm returning to covering your eyes. At least until he grabbed it and pulled it off, head tilting as he looked down at you and jerking his head towards the door, “You hungry?”

The question caught you off guard, a confused look on your face before you let out a laugh at the absurdity of asking whether you were hungry while you were laid back on his car’s bench seat with your jeans and underwear gathered around your knees after finishing twice already. It was absurd he was asking the question to begin with, but also absurd that he thought maybe you weren’t hungry. So you answered with a nod, “Hell yeah I’m hungry.” He pulled you up off the seat by the hand, heading to unlock the garage door while you fixed your clothes.

Staring down at the stain on your shirt you glanced across at Army’s shirtless upper half and decided to shed the fabric. He led you inside to the living room, gesturing to the couch, “Take a seat, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared further into the house while you slid onto the couch, wincing at first until you finally relaxed into the soft leather. You were just about to doze off again when the man took a seat at the other end of the couch. “Here Marine, drink,” he tossed you a water bottle, not leaving much room to refuse. Besides you couldn’t deny the fact you were far past thirsty at this point. The second the water wet your tongue you were tipping it all the way back, basically inhaling the entire bottle in a matter of seconds. When you finally dropped the empty bottle to your lap and glanced back at him he was holding another one out.

You took it without a question, watching him grab the remote and turn the TV on, flipping through the channels before there was a ding from somewhere in the house. He handed you the remote before he disappeared back to where he had gone the first time. You silently flicked through the channels, sipping at the water until you stopped on a channel running movies, eyes squinting at the screen. He returned with deadly silence, a plate appearing over your shoulder causing you to jump a bit before you realized who it was. The plate sat in your lap, and he found his seat at the opposite end of the couch again, brows furrowing at the movie on the screen. “Where’d you find a movie?” He sounded genuinely confused as if he’d never owned a movie before in his life.

“Uh, I just started looking through the channels. We can watch something else if you want though,” you held the remote out to him to which he shook his head quickly, mouth full of the fries he’d heated up for the both of you.

The mouthful was swallowed down, your eyes following the bob of his Adam's apple before he picked up a foot, setting it on the coffee table in front of them. He’d taken his boots off at some point so he was left in a pair of white socks. You turned your attention back to the movie playing, eating quietly and relaxing into the soft cushions of the couch. When he finished his plate he leaned forward, setting it on the coffee table and sitting back with his arm raised to drape across the back of the couch.

It was an inviting sight, his bare chest with the dark hairs littering it and the toned side just asking to be laid against. Christ if he didn’t get sexier by the second and he didn’t even have to do anything, he was just sitting there. Blue eyes flicked to your face, catching you staring which had you looking away as fast as possible with burning cheeks and ears. You could feel the smile on his face before he spoke, “You don’t have to stay over there. You can come over here if you want.” When you glanced at him with uncertainty he added, “I’d like it if you did, Love.”

There was that word again, the endearment that had you smirking despite yourself. And the second he said it your nervousness dissipated. You slid across the couch quickly, he moved the foot on the coffee table to the couch instead, arm still draped behind you as you laid back into his chest. Head propped up on a well built pec, his body heat warming you from behind like he was an actual heater.

You would be lying if you said you’d ever expected to be doing this with anyone, especially the brunette you’d watched from a distance for so long. Relationships weren’t actually something you’d ever found yourself in so lazing about on a couch with another person was a new experience. Honestly you had to admit it was nice. Your plate of fries sat on your chest while you ate, his hand coming down after a few minutes to run his fingers along the length of your bicep and making you shiver at the touch. That was when the questions started, “How long have you been in Birmingham?” 

A quick glance up at the blue gaze that was watching you before you answered, “About three and a half months now. Work takes me just about everywhere."

His thumb rubbed circles in the muscle of your bicep as he gave a hum of interest. "What exactly do you do for work? You didn't say."

You smiled at the question and leaned your head back to look up at him, "You're right, I didn't." His brunette brows raised, curiosity taking hold now before you said in a whisper, "Let's just say…I don't sit in an office all day." Now he really looked curious but despite it he merely gave you a nod, obviously he understood your secrecy. "What about you Army? What do you do for work? You sit in command all day telling others what to do?"

He let out a low chuckle before you felt his shoulders shrug underneath you. Finally he answered in his quiet rumble, "Something like that I guess." And just as he had respected your privacy, you respected his, just giving a quiet nod at his vague answer. "What about your name then Marine? You haven't even told me that one yet."

There were a few quiet moments and you felt him shift so he could look down at your face a bit better. Finally you shook your head and lifted the plate off your chest to lay it on his and answered, "I'd rather not say if you don't mind." You glanced up to see the dark furrowed brows, now he didn't understand. You gave a nervous cough looking away quickly and you were about to sit up when his hand splayed across your chest, the rough texture catching against your skin. He pressed you back down, watching you with a look that you almost took as concern before you added hurriedly, "It's not anything to do with you. It's just at work I can't really use my name so honestly Marine is probably the closest I've heard to a real name in a long time. I would tell you if I could, but…What about yours though? I uh, I'd love to know yours."

Confusion still wrinkled his brow, the furrows on his forehead visible for a moment until his expression relaxed and he answered simply, "John. You can call me John, Love."

"John," you tested the name in your mouth. Rolling it over your tongue like it was a fine wine and you realized then that it might as well have been. He was a tall glass of the top shelf, a collector's bottle that only got finer with age. John fit him so well you probably could have guessed it without needing to ask. "Nice to meet you John," you reached a hand up to the fingers that had stilled against your chest, lacing your fingers through them and looking up at the blue gaze you wanted to drown in with a smile playing on your lips.

There was a squeeze around your hand from him then, before he returned the easy smile, "Nice to meet you too. Maybe one day I'll get that name out of you, Marine." You shrugged against his chest and felt him rest his elbow along the back of the couch again, fingers still laced together. You both lapsed into easy silence then, watching the movie until the credits began to roll. He reached for the remote then, turning it off and sitting back against the leather again. Finally he spoke, "Can you answer me this Marine?" You tilted your head back, giving him your full attention before he asked, "Why are you so nervous? I mean before I kind of understood but after what we did in the truck it still feels like you're scared to be too close to me. Why?"

It took you a moment to consider the question, a small shrug of your shoulders your only response for a few moments until you lowered your gaze and finally said, "I mean I've never actually done this before so I guess I am kind of nervous."

The man behind you stiffened, and at first you didn't understand why until he asked, "You've never had sex before?"

Your eyes went wide and you sat up turning to look at him with a quick shake of your head, "No, no not that. I've had sex before, that's not what I meant." The tension that had found his shoulders relaxed then before you continued, "Well not exactly I guess. I mean like I've never done this," you gestured vaguely to the plates, then to him, and the TV. "Most people I've ever had sex with they finish and that's it, it doesn't matter to them what you want or need. Especially since I've never actually bottomed for anyone before, so I've gotta admit that was a bit of a surprise at first."

Before you could say anything more he stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Why didn't you say that? Bloody hell no wonder you were so fuckin-" He stopped himself and the hand on your shoulder moved up to cup your face. "I'm sorry, I would have been more considerate if I'd known. I should have asked you before, I just assumed and I'm sorry."

There was regret in those blue depths and you were quick to try to put them at ease, "No John, it's fine. It was amazing actually. It's not your fault I honestly didn't even think about it at the time. Hell it was kind of hard to, could barely think about what I was doing in the moment, certainly couldn't think about what I'd done in the past." You laughed a bit then, a hint of nervousness tainting the smile on your face that he could see written plainly.

The hand cupping your face pulled you closer, his eyes staring down at your lips, still swollen from your time in the truck though the redness had faded. "Amazing huh?" The nervous smile fell from your mouth and his gaze followed the movement. You swallowed dryly as you nodded out a yes and found yourself watching his mouth too, "That was nothing, Love, let me show you something though." You melted at his words as he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was different from the one you'd shared in the truck when he'd been driving into you with reckless abandon. This was softer, more consistent and less urgent. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he was going to take his sweet time this time around.

The scrambling hands and teasing tongue from last time were gone. The man in front of you had flipped some kind of switch and was running a marathon now rather than the blinding sprint you'd been at last time. The hand on your face drifted slowly down your side, wrapping around your back along with the other hand and pulling you closer. Urging you into his bare chest until you were lifting a leg to straddle him, taking a seat on his thighs as if he were your throne. Your arms wrapped around his neck, laying behind him on the back of the couch while his mouth worked to send shivers coursing through you. God the man wasn't doing anything but rubbing hands up and down your back and pressing gentle kisses to your lips and you were already more than willing for a third round. Hell if he had asked you right then you'd have told him you would go ten rounds with him if that's what he wanted. You'd have given John the world in that moment, you'd have given him anything if only he would ask.

Please just ask, 'Anything, I'll do anything, whatever you want. Please just-' Your silent prayer was answered as he pulled away from your lips, eyes ablaze as he watched you try to trail after him and only stopping when his forehead pressed against yours. "Let me take care of you tonight? I'll make it right this time."

The answer slipped out of your lips without even thinking about it, "Please, anything you want from me."

His head shook against you and he insisted then, "This isn't about me, Love. I want to take care of you like no one else ever has. Not for me but for you. Will you let me do that?"

This time you paused, forcing your mind to play the words over in your head before you gave him an answering nod. "Yes, John. I want you to take care of me." His eyes closed at your answer, obviously trying to reign some kind of reaction in before he smiled and his lips lifted to find yours again. It was achingly slow still, almost painfully so. When you rocked your hips against him in an attempt to put urgency into his actions he only lowered his hands to your hips and held you still. And when you finally felt his tongue teasing against your lips you nearly came apart then and there.

You felt a smile on his mouth, the prickly hairs of his beard irritating your own shorter stubble. He explored your mouth with care this time. Mapping each section like a cartographer, seemingly intent on memorizing everything. It was, in short terms, the greatest kiss you'd ever had. In longer terms it was the make-out session you dreamed of, the heat of bare skin pressed against each other, hands drifting slowly across scarred skin on both sides of the battlefield, taking careful stock of the way each muscle moved and where exactly it was like if they didn't it would change without them noticing. The world was reduced to just two people, the sounds of the night went silent, the ache that had been present in both of their bodies just minutes before had disappeared. It was only John and you, nothing else mattered and nothing else existed and for a flickering moment you wondered if you'd ever feel this again without him.

Movement barely even registered as his hands ran underneath your thighs, holding tight as he stood up. You pressed closer, refusing to let his mouth leave yours for fear it wouldn't return. You'd calmed your urgency at his silent request but you weren't willing to compromise on this front. You needed contact, you needed to feel him against you otherwise you knew the fire in your limbs would consume you whole. He seemed more than willing to accommodate though, never missing a beat as he headed down a hall. He stopped only for a moment to press your back into the wall, hips grinding into yours, friction you hadn't even realized you'd needed anymore making you moan into his open mouth.

So he held you there for a few minutes, your ankles locked around his waist while he forced you back into the wall, for the first time allowing the urgency back into his actions. Allowing you to feel the need that was mirrored in him too, it wasn't just you who was drunk on the feeling and the sensations coursing through every nerve ending. He was struggling to keep himself under control just as much as he was struggling to keep you at bay as well. Cold air slammed into the skin of your back, making you arc into his chest at the feeling. He hummed against your mouth, teeth grazing over your bottom lip as he turned into a room. A moment later you heard the creaking of wood beneath the weight of two men who were built to serve. John's knee pressed into the bed before he braced himself with a hand and laid your back against a soft comforter. Your legs were still wrapped around his hips, refusing to release him even when he broke away from your lips and trailed a line of gentle pecks down your jaw and neck and then running the length of your collarbone.

When he reached your shoulder he whispered against your burning skin, "Need you to let me go, Love." You shook your head, legs locking tighter around him and pulling his hips flush to yours, the both of you moaning at the friction of your needy rocking. He finally got himself back under control and whispered again, "Only for a moment. Just need to grab something for you, ok? I'm not going anywhere I promise." He pushed himself up then, looking down at you with the most sincere expression you'd ever seen. You relented, loosening your hold on him and watching him slide to the edge of the bed, rustling around in a drawer before finally he returned. Settling himself snugly between your thighs once again and picking up right where he left off, not even affording you the courtesy of seeing what it was he had even gotten.

All was forgotten the moment his mouth returned to the burning fire that was threatening to consume you. His lips were aloe for your need, for your body that was so starved for touch he was pulling you apart at the seams now with barely any effort. Your fingers held fast to his back, wanting him closer despite his chest already covering your own. There was no closer and yet it was all you could hear your drunken mind begging for.

Lips moved further down, pushing your arm up to kiss at a scar he'd found that ran from your bicep through your tricep and down to your lat. You'd thought the nerves dead long ago but the second his mouth worked along it, nipping, licking, and kissing they suddenly came back to life and cried for something more. You were putty in his expert hands and he was remaking you in whatever image he saw fit. His mouth trailing back up your side to kiss along the underside of your pectoral until you felt a warm tongue dragging flat across your nipple. "God!" You pressed closer to his mouth, feeling the smile on his lips and the burn of his beard. No one had ever done that to you before, but damn if that wasn't about to change.

John wouldn't let that stand for a second longer it seemed. His teeth nipped at the sensitive bud dragging another groan out of your open mouth. Sucking it into his mouth with a hum of delight at your quiet gasp. His teeth held it captive, tongue flicking across it till you were squirming beneath his touch. A hand that had been working to keep you from grinding your hips into his slid slowly up your other side, running calluses over your other nipple for a quick moment before continuing its journey up. The feel of it running along the delicate skin of your neck had you biting your lip to keep from begging. His mouth finally released your sensitive, now hardened, nipple from between his teeth and you felt the burning gaze traveling up your skin before he murmured against you, "You didn't tell me you were so sensitive. If I'd known I'd have had you squirming like this a lot sooner."

You glance down to catch sight of that burning gaze before answering back with a quick, "I didn't know. I-I-" You gasp when his mouth returns and cuts off your words. What had once been aloe was now gasoline, stoking the flames and sending burning flecks of ash into the air in great plumes. The hand cupping your neck was sliding up further, running across the stubble of your jaw before his thumb grazed your bottom lip. The rough pad of his finger making you ache for something much further down. You tilt your chin down and suck the thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling over the rough skin just as it had once swirled over the head of his cock. He was obviously remembering that moment cause he groaned into your flesh, mouth pulling off of you to watch your own work. Slowly pumping his thumb in and out of your lips, before he pulled it away and replaced it with two fingers instead. Sliding over the top of your tongue until they could reach no further, almost gagging on the long, thick digits as he slipped them between your wet lips, listening to the obscene sound of your mouth.

When his mouth moved to your other nipple you were blind sided. Chest pressing up into his mouth again as you whined into his fingers that were still pumping into your mouth steadily. His tongue teased and flicked, lips sucked and kissed, his teeth nipped and held you until you were aching for more. One hand no longer able to hold your grinding hips at bay as you rocked both of your hardened members together through your jeans. It wasn't until his mouth left that you realized he had been slowly sliding himself down your body. Kissing along as he went, tongue dipping into the valley of your abdominals before his lips found your navel and pressed a kiss over the top of it. His breath running over your happy trail and driving you insane. "Please John I need you, I-I can't wait anymore."

The man looked up at you, head tilting before he answered, "Yes you can Love. Trust me." And fuckin hell you did, how could you not? This was easily the best night you'd ever had, and undoubtedly it was the best sex you'd ever had. You finally managed a nod to which he smiled, his fingers working on your zipper and the button of your jeans, undoing the both of them while he continued laying soft kisses to your burning skin, once more soothing the fire there. His arms wrapped around to your back, lifting you just enough to slide the rough fabric over the swell of your ass before he slid down, pulling them off as he went. That was the first time you'd been fully unclothed in front of him all night, and he was drinking in the sight, near drowning in it. His finger ran along a scar across the top of your foot, small and barely noticeable among the others that littered your skin. "How'd you get this one Marine?"

You glanced down at it, thinking for a moment before you answered, "Stepped on a nail when I was a kid. Didn't have any shoes on. Thought my dad was gonna beat me to death after he got the bill for the tetanus shot and the emergency room visit." There was a smile on his face at the information before his eyes slid up, stopping at a scar on your knee. Even as he pressed his fingers against it, it stayed numb. You doubted anything would ever bring those nerves back to life. When you saw the question in his eyes you explained it as well, "Me and my brother were playing baseball in the yard. Slid on a patch of, they're called sweet gumballs, tore my knee to shreds. I think I was eight then, maybe nine. Even hit the concrete on the driveway on that one." You stopped and smiled at the memory before you added with a hint of pride in your voice, "Got the ball though." He chuckled a bit and nodded, sliding his hands up your thighs to run fingernails over the puffy scar along your hip. "That was a bullet on my second tour, Afghanistan. Thought it shot my dick off at first, my squad had to assure me it was in fact still there."

There was a genuine laugh then, his shoulders bouncing a bit at the movement as he shook his head and glanced down at the throbbing length in question and nodding slowly, "Looks like it's there to me yeah." His fingers grazed over the hot flesh, watching it jump at the sensation with a smirk. It felt like it took hours for him to finally reach forward and run the rough pads of his fingertips over the sensitive skin. You let out a loud moan at it, bucking up into his hands with desire that for a moment had been quelled but now was returning with a vengeance. Eyes shut tight, head tilted back, and hips arcing up into his touch you were oblivious as he leaned down.

At least until you felt the warm tongue slide up your length, tasting the sweat that was coating your skin and the precum that had been leaking all over your member. Your fingers flew to his head, trying desperately to get a hold of his cropped hair but finding nothing there to actually hold on to. It was infuriating, and the way his tongue teased the head of your weeping cock was almost cruel. Your mouth was opened and begging before you even knew you were going to do it. "God please, John. I'm so close already, I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please let me-" He cut off your strangled pleads as his mouth slipped over the head and down the shaft. Taking all of you in so quickly you nearly came apart there. You felt his throat tightening around you, your hips bucking up into his open mouth before his hands were moving up to your chest. One stopping to play with your still hardened nipples and the other continuing on to slide past your lips. Letting you suck and choke on the digits as you saw fit. He was humming around your length, sending shocks over it that had your hands shaking on top of his head and fingers clawing for purchase.

When his fingers slipped out of your mouth you couldn't stop the moans that clawed up your throat as his head bobbed along your length. His tongue was sliding across every vein it could reach, catching along the ridge every time he was pulling off. It was sinful the way this man could make you feel and you'd only known him for a few hours now. His fingers still flicked across the sensitive buds when you felt him dragging a finger along your entrance. Saliva trailed along the tight ring of muscle. You tensed as his finger tried to slide in, his mouth pulling off as he looked down. Blue eyes glanced up to your pleasure filled face, red and glistening with sweat. "You've gotta relax, Marine, I've got you, let me take care of you." You nodded but even as you did you couldn't relax your body, every nerve ending on fire and almost every muscle twitching in anticipation.

You were far past overstimulated at this point, you were absolutely helpless beneath him and writhing in hopes he'd have mercy on you. His fingers that were tweaking the sensitive bud stopped, your eyes shutting tight and a quiet sob pulling out of your mouth. "Hey," his now free hand reached up, running along the bone of your cheek in an attempt to soothe. "Do you want me to stop, Love?"

Your head shook desperately, "No, no please don't." You pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking down where his fingers were just out of reach, their warmth still radiating against your skin. Sitting up all the way you pulled his face down towards yours, mouths an inch away. "Don't stop now, don't ever stop."

He smiled, baiting you closer before his lips pulled back again and he whispered, "Get on your stomach then, Marine." John held firm then as you pressed closer, stealing a kiss from his perfectly shaped lips. Rocking against the erection you could feel held at bay only by a couple layers of fabric.

When you finally pulled away he was still smiling, watching every move you made and you got the uncanny feeling you were being hunted. A feeling you weren't used to, the predator didn't often become the prey, but John was making you more than willing to step outside your usual comfort zone. Your mouth was dry as you stared down the lion before you, until you slid back along the bed and rolled over. The anxiety of having that burning stare along your back was almost too much as you glanced back over your shoulder. Before you could find him though a hand grabbed the back of your head, stopping you from looking at whatever he was doing. "I'll take care of you, Love, trust me."

There was that request again, trust him. You couldn't help but oblige as you nodded and slowly his fingers released you. Forearms crossing in front of you as you lay your forehead down to rest on them, awaiting whatever he had in store for you. You felt his hands run across the muscles of your back. His hands skimmed over your skin with some kind of oil letting even his calloused fingers glide smoothly over you. He kneaded at the tension in your back, thumbs pressing into the knotted muscles. All the anticipation he'd wound into the fiber of your being was melting away under his fingertips.

At least until you felt the prickly hairs of his beard scratching across the skin of your glutes and then his lips that always followed to soothe the burn. He swapped to the other cheek as he settled between your thighs, chest pressing down into the bed while you felt his elbows on either side of your hips. Oh fuck. Just as you realized what exactly he was doing, his tongue ran over your tight hole. The tension came back in an instant but he was even quicker. His tongue dipped inside as you clenched around him and moaned at the feeling, "Oh God."

You felt him hum before he slipped out, answering quickly, "No Love just me," before he returned to the work you were fairly certain he was born to do. God had given him a talent and he seemed hell bent on showing you just how well he could use it.

In seconds he had you pressing backwards, ass lifting into the air. He followed without complaint, hands holding on to you while you writhed beneath his tongue. Quickly becoming a moaning mess of a man. It didn't take but a few more minutes before you were reaching back, needing something to hold on to with the headboard and sides of the bed out of reach. Something, anything, you needed something solid to keep you sane and grounded in the present so you didn't float away on cloud nine. He answered the silent request, you were too busy moaning into the comforter to verbalize it, as he pulled a hand off your hip and laced his fingers through yours.

A minute later his other hand released your hip, you certainly weren't going anywhere with one hand holding his, the other running through your own hair while your face pressed into the bed to quiet the moans, gasps, and groans you couldn't seem to hold at bay anymore. You didn't feel it again until he had a freshly lubed hand wrapped around your aching cock, giving it a firm squeeze before running the length of it. "John, John, John," it was all you could manage, a mantra you knew you would never forget. He was devouring your very soul, you were convinced. If this man had been the devil incarnate you would have happily strolled into Hell without a second thought.

Your arm shifted, pushing yourself up so you could gaze down the length of your abdomen. Watching the hungry man behind you, his beard was scratching against the expanse of your skin every time you saw his chin move. Spit dripped down to where he was working your length with fervor, adding to the mix of lube and precum along your shaft. You were so close, you could feel all the pressure at the base of your cock just aching to be released, holding back for a reason you didn’t even know. The man positioned behind you though, he could read everything about you without even needing to see your face. His mouth pulled away for only a quick moment before he growled out, “Cum for me Marine. It’s ok, go ahead.”

And you were tipping over the edge for the third time that night, entire body tensing and hips bucking forward into his slick palm. You muffled the moan with the bed, hiding your face in the comforter as you gasped into the plush material. His hand squeezed yours, reminding you that he was there while his other hand continued stroking along your length, milking everything out of you that he could. When you had given everything you could to him his hand finally left your quickly softening member, grabbing at your hip just as your muscles finally went limp. He held you up with one hand until his other hand freed itself from your tight grip to guide you to lay on your side so you didn’t collapse into your own release.

His footsteps were quiet against the hardwood floors, or maybe that was just because your ears were ringing so loud it covered the noise. Truly you couldn’t care less, too exhausted from your third orgasm of the night and wanting only to chase the sleep that was doing its best to elude you. When you felt his warmth nearing again you opened tired eyes to watch him lean over you, wiping at the thick white streaks on the dark comforter and cleaning it off as best he could with a rag. You watched quietly, too tired to speak and it seemed he was content with letting you lay there as well, for now at least. He disappeared from your field of view, moving around behind you. So, you rolled over, body shifting slowly across the sheets until you were on your back, looking at his still half-clothed body as he laid the rag on the nightstand along with the bottle of lube he had used.

Blue eyes found your exhausted face, watching as you put on a lazy smile, grinning like a cat up at him. John smirked at the expression, squatting beside the bed as you rolled over to meet him, “I’m surprised you’re still awake Marine.”

You rolled your shoulders, eyes shutting before you managed to croak out with a dry voice, “Never out of the fight.” You opened your eyes again to see a curious expression on his face, not even realizing what you’d said. He didn’t press though, merely standing up and disappearing from view again. Footsteps echoed down the hall, your eyes shutting again as exhaustion tried to claim you once more. And for a few sweet moments it did, you didn’t even remember the other man coming back into the room, not until you felt the bed shift behind you and strong arms were wrapping around your limp frame.

He pulled you with ease up the bed, until your back was flush with his firm chest. His clothes were stripped off, naked behind you and part of you ached to see him in his full glory standing in front of you. John had other plans though, your unfinished bottle of water from earlier in his hand as he lifted it to your lips. His breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “Drink.” You obeyed, lips pressing to the mouth of the bottle as he tilted it up letting you drink a few sips before he sat it down on the nightstand beside y'all.

As he shifted behind you, your hips rolled back into him, seeking more of the pleasant warmth that radiated off of him. He was still rock hard, for some reason you had just assumed he had found his release as well. Your brows furrowed and your eyes opened, sleep refusing to accept you into its arms now as you turned your head and looked up into the ocean of blue. “You didn’t finish?” The man glanced down the length of your front as if just realizing it himself before he simply shrugged.

“Guess not,” his deep voice answered simply, blue eyes still taking in your form lazily.

You reached for him but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you, his head shaking slowly. “John I’m not gonna just let you sit there like that. Let me help you.”

A hint of a smile had his beard and mustache twitching as he returned your hand to your thigh, covering the back of it with his own and rubbing circles against your skin with his thumb. Again his head shook, “I’m fine right now. I’d rather just look at you to be quite honest.” Your mind went blank, tongue flicking out to wet your dry, chapped lips. It took several seconds before he finally said, “Besides I’m not done with you yet anyway. Just giving you a chance to rest, Love.” He felt you tense in front of him, his lips pressing to the space just behind your ear, “I told you in the truck Marine. I’m gonna fuckin ruin you.”

You didn’t think it possible as heat flooded your veins again, feeling a small twitch in your still soft member. “Fuck John, I don’t think I can go again. I’m so damn tired,” he pressed another kiss behind your ear on the other side. Warmth was radiating into you from him, only adding fire to the flame currently being stoked from the embers of your last climax. You tilted your head, giving him more skin to mark and kiss like a madman. “How in the hell do you even do that? I was going to sleep not even five minutes ago.”

Lips smiled against your skin, his breath licking over your sweat slicked flesh as if he was the wildfire in your limbs, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just making sure you’re satisfied.” Fingers massaged against your thighs, relaxing you back into his chest. “Making sure you’re sated,” his breath ran over a wet patch of your neck where he’d just finish sucking another mark into your skin. His fingers moved up to press into your stomach, pulling you back against his rock hard erection. “Making sure you never forget me,” he whispered against your ear and when you grinded back against him you felt his cock jump against the small of your back. He’d already been inside you once but you honestly weren’t sure if you could fit around him again.

Fingers tweaked your nipple, dragging your attention to where his chin was resting on your shoulder. Your own semi was starting to stand at attention again, and honestly you weren’t sure how but damnit if he thought he could get you to another mind blowing orgasm who were you to disagree. Apparently he knew you better than even you knew yourself so fuck it, you’d let him do whatever the hell he wanted. His eyes watched hungrily as you reacted to every shift of his hips, every touch of his fingers against your overstimulated skin, and every time his beard scraped against your bare shoulder.

He stopped for just a moment, leaning over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube he’d set down earlier. You watched as he slicked his fingers with it, glancing at his lust filled eyes before he settled back behind you. He pressed a hand against the inside of your thigh, pushing them apart and watching as his finger teased against your entrance. Lips pressed against your neck as he slid one inside. Your body was so exhausted, you had no idea where the energy to move came from but your heels pressed hard into the bed, lifting your hips so he could press further inside you. His thighs slid beneath yours before you could sit back on the bed, keeping you up as he slowly worked his finger inside of you.

Your teeth sucked in your bottom lip, a hum rumbling in your throat. John’s freehand was running over every inch of skin he could reach, the calluses catching on the short hairs around your stomach. Almost as soon as you were comfortable with one thick finger he pressed another inside of you. “Shite,” the voice behind you rumbled when you clenched down around him. His knees held yours apart, refusing to let you lay back down against the soft sheets. Instead he kept you pressed hard against his chest, rocking back into his engorged erection that you knew had to be aching for attention. His fingers scissored inside you, stretching you, readying you, and had you not already been fucked out three times you knew you would have climaxed already. Especially when he was curling those thick digits into the bundle of nerves that were driving shocks of pleasure through your now hardened and leaking member.

When he pulled out you tilted your face to press your mouth against his neck, whining into the rapid pulse you could feel throbbing just below the skin. “Hold on Love,” he muttered, grabbing the bottle again before he spread the slick liquid over his shaft. You pressed back against the hand working himself, his erection pressing between your ass cheeks and drawing out a needy groan from the other man. “Still so needy and I’ve already had you cumming three times?” He grinded up to meet the roll of your hips drawing out another whine from you against his glistening neck. “This is a marathon Marine, not a sprint.” His hand drug the blunt tip of his cock across your entrance, both slicked by copious amounts of lube. Pressing hard against the tight ring of muscle he growled into your ear, “Gonna make you cum so hard you never stop thinking about me.”

He slid the tip inside, your eyes jumping open to look down at his cock slowly disappearing inside your stretched hole. Inch by inch it filled you, pressing against every dark corner and causing your mouth to fall open in a strangled cry. Quiet gasps escaping your lips. It wasn’t until he was fully seated inside you and grinding his hips into yours that you groaned, feeling his mouth near the back of your neck. He was panting already too, the prickly hairs setting your skin alight. Fuck he felt so good inside you when his hands lifted you off his lap, your own limbs refusing to cooperate anymore.

Your legs were spread, draped over either side of his thighs, head leaning back against his shoulder. He was holding you up, his thrusts slow but every time he bottomed out his hips would grind up against you. You were panting quiet praises into the air that you weren’t sure were actually even English anymore, every word felt foreign in your mouth. This man had broken you down so completely you weren’t even sure you knew which way was up and which was down anymore.

Lips groaned next to your ear, words spilling out that you weren’t sure he could have stopped even if he’d wanted to. “”M Love, so tight. So bloody perfect,” a high moan was driven out of you when he slammed his hips up to meet yours, “‘M sorry, need to hear you. Don’t stop making those sexy little noises.” He finally let you down as his hips returned to the bed, sitting impaled on his cock. You rolled your hips, burning the last of your energy just to hear him moan out the moniker he’d been using for you. "Oh fuck Marine. Never getting tired of this. I'll fuck you like this every night, I'll turn you into a limp little mess whenever you ask me to."

He rolled then, laying you down on your side right in front of him. His hand grabbing your thigh to drape it over his raised knee, one hand holding tight to the muscle there. He slid his other forearm underneath your neck, the fingers wrapping around your throat with a gentle squeeze. His face was just inches above yours, sweat gathering at the tip of his nose before his mouth dove to find yours. Lips glided against your own, tongue re-discovering the corners of your mouth. All the while he was pulling out far enough that only the head of his thick member was left inside of you before pressing hard back into your deepest depths.

It was an achingly slow pace, nothing like the first time when you both had only been chasing a much needed high. This was simply enjoying the feel of one another, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly. Sweat slicked skin having you slipping against one another. There was no urgency though, no desperate slapping of skin on skin. He was driving into you, bottoming out on every thrust and grinding against you to emphasize each and every one.

Neither of you realized it yet but he was rewiring you, just as you were doing the same to him. A one night stand that had developed so far past that already with the time you’d spent together. There was a need that was being seeded in both of your minds, taking root and sprouting with every word of praise, every moan, and every time he hit that bundle of nerves deep inside you. 

Tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks, your mind flooding with so much euphoria you weren’t sure how to even deal with it anymore. Both of your mouth’s relented then, John speaking first, “Bloody hell Love, I’m so close. Need you to cum for me. Can you do that?” Your head was nestled in the crook of his elbow now, desperately nodding until you remembered the last time you’d fail to answer with your words. "Cum for me, Love, let me see that gorgeous face you make every," he impaled you with a hard thrust, his cock running over the place that was turning your vision into sparks. Every word now was accentuated with a slide along those desperate and delicate nerves as he continued, "Single. Time. You. Come. Apart."

You panted into the air then, tears spilling from your eyes. One hand was wrapped behind you, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass while the other had tangled into the sheets so hard you were sure you heard it ripping. Your voice was yelling out a desperate answer for him now, “Yes, ‘M- Gonna, I-I’m-'' It hit you like a tidal wave. Not even a hand near your weeping cock as ropes of white painted the dark comforter you were both lying on. Your entire body clenched around him, stiffening as your cock throbbed with the orgasm flooding through you.

His forehead fell down against your exposed neck, quiet moans flitting out across the sensitive skin as he pressed deep inside you and pulled you back with the hand that had been on your thigh. He came hard, and you could feel every single spray of it against your walls. Both of your chests were heaving, John’s forearm pulling you back flush against his body where it had wrapped around your torso. His knee finally fell, your own leg laying draped over his still. Unable to gather the energy to move yourself you were completely at the Brit’s mercy, shocks still rocking through your softening member until you had been milked completely dry of everything you had.

The man behind you didn’t move for a long time, his cock still inside you, plugging his release even though you could feel some of it already dripping out of you. The both of you were well and truly fucked out, nothing left to give and unable to move. At least not for a while anyway. When he finally did move behind you, pulling out slowly and earning a whimper from your mouth, his voice rumbled out, “I’m sorry, Love.” His words were slurred with exhaustion but apparently he was better off than you were. Hell you couldn’t even manage a single word and he was piecing together whole sentences.

He leaned back, his hand knocking something off the nightstand that he didn’t bother to pick up. When he rolled back over his fingers slipped into your hair, running over the locks and smoothing them back and off your forehead. He was trying to distract you and when you felt the damp rag pressing against your sore entrance you immediately knew why. Gentle fingers cleaned you up, his lips pressed against your sweaty hair and shushing your quiet whines until he had finally cleaned up the mess he’d made between your cheeks.

The rag ran over the mess you’d made as well, wiping it up before he tossed it back onto the nightstand, too tired to bother with it anymore. John pulled the comforter and sheets down as far as he could with you still laying on top of them, a boneless form incapable of even pushing yourself up to help him. He didn’t seem to mind though, just quietly arranging your limbs one at a time underneath the warmth of the covers and settling in behind you. An arm wrapped around your torso, the other underneath your head. You were asleep in a matter of seconds after that, every limb suffering under the weight of exhaustion.

You don't know what woke you, no sun filtered in through the windows, the streets outside were quiet, and no animals made so much as a peep and yet somehow your eyes still opened to the moonlit room. Exhaustion still flooded every limb, shoulders sagging, eyelids aching to close again but your internal alarm clock was going off, sunrise was near so it was time to wake up. You always woke up at the same time every day, whether you were technically supposed to be off or not didn't matter, it was a pattern ingrained in you since BUD/S. Well truly it was there well before that but that was when your easy to sleep and easy to rise had benefited you the most, accompanied by an internal clock that was so finely tuned you were rarely ever late for anything. A deep yawn racked your body, muscles tensing in the most subtle stretch you could manage so you didn't wake John.

The man behind you was still out cold, neither of you even having moved in the middle of the night. When you shifted forward you had to cover your mouth with a hand to muffle the whine, an ache from the night before reaching deep inside you. Damn you had felt like a god in the moment when he'd grinded and pulled you back to meet him, it had been unlike anything you'd ever felt. Now though every corner he had reached felt more like a curse, almost like he'd bruised you on every inch of skin he'd touched and when you looked down you noticed several on the outside, it only made sense that they were mirrored inside as well. Maybe it was because of how many times you had reached the finish line, you honestly weren't sure. You'd never had someone fuck you literally all night before. It had probably only been an hour or two since you'd fallen asleep. You had never let anyone inside of you before either, so all of this, all of these feelings and aches, were new territory to you. Maybe this was how it always felt when you bottomed for someone, unable to stifle the ache that sat deep and every muscle seeming to ache from overuse. Something in you doubted it though, convincing you that this feeling was unique to the man who had given it to you. To John.

There was a smile that pulled at your mouth then, mind wanting you to find out and test the waters. He was so warm, pressed flush against your back, his body draped over you with a frame that wasn't much bigger than your own but somehow still made even you feel small. When you moved again you could feel his naked length run across your skin, every inch of him bare and warm and igniting the once dead fire in your limbs. How in the hell did he do that? Making you so ready to go again even when your body and mind both knew that they needed to take a break, to rest after the night before. The man wasn't even awake for godsakes, he wasn't moving, he wasn't talking, hell you couldn’t hear not even the slightest snore from him. A thought crossed your mind, seeing yourself rolling over, waking him with a mouth around his length and a smile on your face. Now that was certainly a thought, and damn if you didn't want to try it. Slowly you pulled his arm off of your torso, glancing back cautiously with every movement and being careful not to wake him until you were ready.

Just as you had extricated yourself from his grasp a buzz came from the floor. A few short beeps and then three longer ones followed by another three short. Fuck. You turned away from the naked man behind you still wrapped in the sheets and scrambled for your jeans. Searching the pockets quickly you pulled out the phone just before the call could end and answered. You pressed the speaker to your ear and slipped out of the room on deadly quiet feet before croaking out a quiet, "Hello?" Damn if your throat wasn't aching too, voice a mess after the night before. He'd certainly used every bit of you.

You leaned against the wall as the distorted caller on the other end answered, "New assignment. Be at the North Tower in thirty minutes for your mission brief."

They went quiet as did you, dread building in your stomach as you asked, "I'm leaving the UK? For good?"

"Affirmative, you're being reassigned. Hope you've got your summer gear Speck, your new post is gonna be hot as Hell." Your head tilted back against the wall, eyes shutting tight at the information. There it was, the second he'd found something worth sticking around for at least for a bit and they were pulling him out of the country to go suffer in a war zone that not even your country was willing to fight for. Typical.

Finally you answered, "I'll be there, sir. Packing up now, be there in thirty." You ended the call, hand lowering with the phone still in it, the other lifting to your brow as you tried to rub away a headache that was just starting. When you finally pushed yourself off the wall and went back to the room John was still dead to the world, body positioned just like you had left it. Part of you wanted to wake him then, tell him you had to leave and offer him your number at least but what was the point? You were never coming back here, serves you fuckin right though. Never should have come here with him in the first place, at least then you wouldn't know what you had and would be missing. You always knew it would happen eventually and you were hitting the three month mark already of your easy post in the UK.

So instead of disturbing his peaceful slumber you grabbed your jeans and underwear off the floor pulling them on quietly. Then you grabbed your socks and boots, heading down the hall to the living room where you pulled them on with a lump in your throat. You grabbed the shirt off the ground near the garage door, flipping it inside out so the tell tale sign of a good night wasn't on display to the world. Calling a cab you stood by the front door quietly, arms crossed and fingers tapping against your bicep nervously. There was a table right beside the door, a bowl of miscellaneous objects sitting on top including a pen and some sticky notes. Your eyes flicked back down the hall, some twisted part of you wishing he had woken up before now but no he still wasn't there. So you grabbed the pen, jotting down a few quick words and left the best night of your life behind forever, knowing you'd never find anything like it again.

------- (Price POV)

Light began to filter into the room from the blinds turning the darkness behind his eyelids into a hue of orange. At first he laid in the content state between sleep and wakefulness. It was the first time he'd been fully satisfied and sated in he wasn't even sure how long. It wasn't until he noticed that the reason for his contentment was no longer there that his eyes finally opened to take in the view.

He expected to see you, laying maybe out of his arms now but still there at least. You were not. Instead he found only an empty space in front of him. Hand running over the space where he'd tucked you in against his chest last night. Well more like a couple hours ago really. The void you'd left in his bed was still warm, so you were still here then. But when he listened everything was strangely quiet. No hint of noise vibrated the air, no creaking floorboards or the voices from the TV.

Brunette brows furrowed before he pushed himself up in the bed. Groaning at the soreness of his muscles, so that had been real then, not just his dreams or imagination like he'd begun to fear. He slid to the side, standing up from the edge of the bed and stepping into the bathroom with a soft and questioning, "Marine?" No answer and no sign of you, and that was what worried him.

John stepped back into the bedroom, eyes looking across the empty floor as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, that was when he felt his stomach drop. Your jeans were gone which could have been explained by you just not wanting to wall around his house naked. But when he noticed your boots and socks were gone too he swallowed hard. The front door creaked on its hinges, just barely audible down the hall but it was audible. He turned the corner into the hall when he heard it shut, taking the long dark passageway back to the living room. Blue eyes looked around nervously, "Marine?" His voice was louder this time, almost begging for an answer before his eyes found the front door. A sticky note was pressed onto the door and he pulled it off quickly reading the hastily scrawled out note:

"I hate to do this to you and I'm sorry for it because you deserve better, but duty calls and I've gotta answer. Thank you for the great night John, you've made a lot of things worth it."

That was it? That was all he got? He flipped the post-it over staring at the beginning of the note you'd left him and then to the other side where it ended. He heard the engine of a car outside and fumbled with the door handle, jerking it open to watch a cab cruising off. You didn’t even look up and you certainly didn't look at him. Part of him was glad you didn't so you couldn't see the dismay written on his face, the momentary weakness. The other part wished you could have seen him standing there, silently pleading for you to come back, to change your mind and forget about whatever he had done to scare you off.

What had he done to scare you off though. You'd been content in his arms the night before, asleep the second he'd wrapped himself around you. You had been eager and willing with everything he'd done as you had quite literally begged him to never stop. And yet there you went, riding off in a cab for somewhere he wouldn't be able to follow. If you'd needed a ride why hadn't you just woken him up, he had driven you to his home and he'd done so with every intention of helping you get back to wherever you wanted this morning.

He stood there for a long time, too long in reality. It was a one night stand, or at least it had been for you it seemed, for John it had been a chance at more, a hook to keep you reeled in. He felt used and a little voice in his mind told him he shouldn't have expected much more. John never invited people over to his home, that was his safe place away from everything else, and he certainly didn't have one night stands with strangers. The man rarely managed to open himself up enough to sleep with anyone nowadays even when he was in a relationship though those were few and far between nowadays. Things like that made him vulnerable, and that kind of vulnerability affected his decisions both in the field and out of it. People got killed when he opened himself up, but for just a moment he'd thought he could risk it just for a chance to see your teary eyes roll back in your head as he took you apart piece by piece every night.

Time was lost with how long he stood there in his doorway staring down the empty road after a cab that had already disappeared. It was long enough for his neighbor next door to leave for work, casting him weird looks as he walked out to his car in the driveway. He'd probably heard the two of you in the garage last night, he often complained about the loud echo from the radio he kept on in there when John was working on some kind of project. Apparently his bedroom was close enough that anything happening in there was almost like he was on the other side of a thin apartment wall.

Finally though he shut the door slowly, turning the lock and taking a couple steps back, staring blankly at the door. His eyes cast down to the sticky note in his hand, you hadn't even given him your name. His eyes were a blank stare but his mind ran through countless things, remembering every word you'd said to him the night before. He'd expected to have more time this morning to talk but you hadn't even given him the opportunity. What could he have possibly done to scare you off like that? Had he said something in his sleep? Done something he didn't remember? Oh God what if he'd had a night terror and hurt you and not even remembered it?

His stomach dropped at the thought, at even the mere possibility he could have caused you pain. But then there was the note, he looked back down at it, glaring hard at the words written there. "I hate to do this to you and I'm sorry for it because you deserve better, but duty calls and I've gotta answer. Thank you for the great night John, you've made a lot of things worth it." You had basically said right there that this was your decision, and you'd done it even though you knew it was wrong. What the hell did, "You've made a lot of things worth it," even mean?

[biohazard-4ever]

If Leon and Claire were slushies what flavours would they be?

Using Leon after RE2 events, his slush would definitely be an alcoholic one.

Leon is a Bourbon Slush, lemon whiskey slush OR, if talking about a healing up Leon (A Leon dating CLAIRE), definitely one with coffee, milk, vanilla, sugar... You know?!

Claire, l can see something light and "fun" like the famous Pink Lemonade! Claire IS a sweet woman, but she can definitely be a hard pill to swallow to those Bad Guys! >:)

So! Her slushies are ones with a hard punch! Definitely! Lemonades is what it is! Sweet AND Sour all at once!

But mix those two together, and you will have a BOMB OF SWEETNESS in your mouth. Cause that is what this couples give us - a Sugar High

[krisict]

My Saturday in a nutshell ✨

-ever since my separation in February, I’ve been filling every possible weekend with something. I’ve been to at least 10 concerts (and have three more coming up), gotten four new tattoos and have traveled a lot, not to mention all the little moments with friends. While I’m truly grateful for a way to spend my time and heal. Ya girl is finally wearing down. I finally found what I hope to be my dream apartment and I’m ready to be settled in my own space. So this weekend while dog sitting I decided I wasn’t going to make plans with anyone and just -be- so I finished a book I had started last September, decided to go to B&N for some new books, and then took myself to dinner for some bourbon slushies and snacks with a new book. It was really nice to just be by myself with no plans and just wander around for a day.-

[acocktailmoment]

Frozen Mint Lemonade !

Ingredients:

½ cup fresh lemon juice (about 4 lemons)

¾ cup cold water

¼ cup lightly packed packed fresh mint (about 4 grams), plus 4 small sprigs to use as garnish

¼ cup sugar (I used organic cane sugar)

4 cups ice

Instructions:

In a blender, combine the lemon juice, water, mint and sugar. Blend until the sugar has completely dissolved into the liquid.

Add the ice. Blend on low speed to break up the ice, then increase the speed and blend until you’ve reached a uniformly slushy texture. (If the mixture is too thick to blend, let it rest for 5 minutes, stir by hand, and try again.) Pour into glasses and place a sprig of mint in each. Serve immediately.

Notes:

Recipe inspired by Cafe Clock, Fez, Morocco.

*SWEETENER NOTES: You can use honey as the sweetener if you’d like. It will add a prominent honey flavor. I also tried maple syrup, but I didn’t love how it tasted. I prefer sugar since it’s more neutral and tastes like the drink that I enjoyed in Morocco.

CHANGE IT UP: I imagine that this drink would also taste amazing with lime instead of lemon. You could omit the mint for a basic frozen lemonade. And, if you want to add a splash or two of vodka, gin or bourbon to your drink, I can vouch that it’s a good idea.

Courtesy: Cookie and Kate

This article was not sponsored or supported by a third-party. A Cocktail Moment is not affiliated with any individuals or companies depicted here.

[p0ochy]

today seems like a great day for a raspberry lemonade slushy with some bourbon in it, off to aldi i go

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

I had one of the bourbon slushies and now I'm drinking a truly pineapple

i've never tried that either but it sounds good!

[ticklish-touch]

Someone on Tiktok made a Sun-inspired drink recently and it got me thinking, if you were to make a an OC-inspired drink or two, what would they contain/be made of? 🤔💕

AIGHT SO. I was putting this off for a long time because I had to consult Pinterest really rack my brain to come up with ideas. But I really like the idea of OC drinks, so I wanted to try to come up with some good ones.

Mina: Blackberry Bramble

Riley: Spiced Honey Bourbon

Rags: Raspberry Ginger Float https://www.pinterest.com/pin/182395853650983721/

Kenni: Blue herbal tea latte w/ milk

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/31525266132387739/

Colby: Blue Lagoon cocktail

Lito: Ocean Breeze cocktail

Fritz: Chocolate-mint shake

Devin: Honeycrisp apple Sangria

Balthazar (I don't think I've officially introduced him yet oops): Matcha berry smoothie

Mikhail: Black Magic Martini

Seth (and Nova): Galaxy cocktail

Jamie (or Inzi): Blueberry Lemon; alcohol optional

...That's all I got for now, I may go back and add to this if I find any more!

[xamdsona]

What ice cream flavors are my ocs?

Named story edition

Sugar and Spice

Anise: Spiced Chai ice cream

Rosemary: Moose tracks ( vanilla ice cream, fudge, and peanut butter cup)

Saffron: saffron

Sage: Ben and Jerry's Half baked( Chocolate, and vanilla ice with cookie dough and brownie)

Tourist Season

Jackson: Ben and Jerry's Change is brewing ( coffee ice cream, marshmallow and brownie )

Cheyenne: Chili mango ice cream

Casper: Key lime pie ice cream

Alaska: Cosmic brownie Ice cream

Vegas: cookies and cream ice cream

Deconstruction

Barry: chocolate peanut butter ice cream

Connor: malted milk ice cream

Susannah: margarita sorbet

Millie: salted caramel ice cream

Lucky: churro ice cream

Fallen

Bernadette: pineapple sorbet

Akihito: matcha and adazuki bean ice cream

It’s complicated

Liam: mocha ice cream

Hannah: champagne sorbet

Callum: black sesame ice cream

Apple: Apple pie ice cream

Jillian: cherry Garcia ice cream

Lexicon: chocolate swirl ice cream

Evensfeld

Azalea: French vanilla

Parker: Chunky Monkey ( Banana ice cream and fudge)

Rex: Bourbon-honey ice cream

Mercy: Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream

Avery: Biscoff cookie butter ice cream

Alaina: dark chocolate raspberry ice cream

Asa: Mixed berry ice cream

Dolly: huckleberry ice cream

Phyr: Chili chocolate ice cream

Bright: blue raspberry sorbet

Piper: honey-lemon ice cream

In Medium/Dead Air/ Earth Phi

Georgie: Nutella ice cream

Tamerlane: S’more ice cream

Val: coquito ice cream

Adora: Strawberry shortcake ice cream

Serafina: Cinnamon ice cream

Hamlet: shortbread ice cream

Greg: pistachio ice cream

Kim: bubblegum ice cream

Irena: mascarpone ice cream

Alma: Strawberry marshmallow ice cream

Subversion

Lucas: cinnamon roll ice cream

Calamity: cotton candy ice cream

Saga

Saga: oatmeal cookie ice cream

Emika: pomegranate sorbet

Ephit: mac and cheese ice cream

Keyes: Zebra cake ice cream

Godlings

Crescent: starfruit sorbet

Clay: dirt cake ice cream

Ethan: hibiscus sorbet

Run of room

Irida: rainbow sherbet

Link: maple and pancake ice cream

Trent: toasted marshmallow ice cream

Marcella Moore, mad scientist

Marcella: cereal milk ice cream

Will: birthday cake ice cream

Shards

Charlie: Neapolitan ice cream

Dash: Wanderlust creamery’s Vietnamese Rocky road

Via: Cheesecake ice cream

Konoha: Beachcomber ( blue fruit-flavored ice cream with pop rocks)

Magical investigation unit

Mora: blackberry jam ice cream

Cecil: rose ice cream

Declan: rocky road ice cream

Kyle: plain coffee ice cream

Gretchen: kiwi ice cream

Teddy: energy drink ice cream

Aeryis

Wisteria: honey lavender ice cream

Byron: mint chip ice cream

Mark: Dark chocolate orange ice cream

Jessica: fig and goat cheese ice cream

Pandemonium

Glory: Blue moon (fruit loops flavored blue ice cream)

Naz: sour watermelon ice cream

Abel: cardamom ice cream

Error 404

Atlas: sour gummy worm ice cream

Freya: French toast ice cream

Billy: chocolate ice cream

Ocula: <÷=/<*^ ice cream

Heralds

Everest: melona ice cream bar

Naika: Strawberry lemonade sorbet

Everly: dirt cup ce cream

Maple: sakura flavored ice cream

Roommates

Ben: munchies ice cream ( cake or vanilla flavored ice cream with m&ms, caramel and pretzels)

Lucy: pumpkin spice ice cream

Kinfolk

JD: Cherry limeade slushie with nerds and Strawberry syrup

Remington: rose green tea ice cream

Layla: ube ice cream

Eina: cherry cola ice cream

Lynn: black and white cookie ice cream

Eldritch Hearts- family

Kaede: mountain dew ice cream

Nils: salted licorice ice cream

Daichi: citrus ice cream

Fans

Toby: Superman ice cream ( blue moon, red pop, and lemon ice cream)

Tiara: tiger’s blood ice cream( coconut, Strawberry and watermelon)

Orchid: honey lavender ice cream

Rhett: watermelon sorbet

Ripley: Twinkies ice cream

Crash and burn

Anika: taro mochi ice cream

Kiah: honeycomb ice cream

Fennel: Monster cookie dough ice cream

Kokoro: raspberry sorbet

Atticus: butter cake ice cream

Aspen: basil ice cream

Mrs. St. Martin: dark chocolate ice cream

Careless

Care: mystery airhead ice cream

Sin: pandan and pineapple ice cream

Annie: halo-halo ice cream

Brad: hot chocolate ice cream

Oakley: Banana split ice cream

Champ: Vanilla bean ice cream

Courtney: off brand Vanilla ice cream

St. Germaine’s Academy

Cake: milk bar pie ice cream

Beatriz: root beer float ice cream

Beau: passion fruit sorbet

Pwyll: caramel corn ice cream

Pavana: POG ice cream

Leah: peanut butter pretzel

The Field

Isadora: bizochito ice cream

Sebastian: blueberry-lemon ice cream

Neil: gingerbread ice cream

Geranium

Aurelia: apricot ice cream

Cobalt: dark chocolate with cookie dough ice cream

Ferris: Milky way ice cream

Quince: Quince ice cream

Beasthunters

Mei: jasmine tea ice cream

Weston: Kinder ice cream

Tien: strawberry sorbet with Strawberry popping boba

Erin: almonds ice cream

Superpower therapy

Zariah: sour patch kid ice cream

Anthony: turtle ice cream ( Chocolate, pecan, and caramel)

Skai: Blue raspberry sorbet with marshmallow swirl

Brittney: low-fat vanilla ice cream

Junpei: Lemon meringue pie ice cream

Something is tearing us apart

Vela: oatmilk ice cream

Fionna: lavender earl gray tea ice cream

Blake: caramel cookie dough ice cream

Not!Graham: Vanilla frozen yogurt

Birds of a feather

Kieran: peach cobbler ice cream

Penelope: brown sugar boba ice cream

Kissing Strangers

Ada: Strawberry chocolate ice cream

Brennan: triple chocolate ice cream

Old Harbour

Lissy: Orange sherbet

Chamomile: Earl Gray tea ice cream

Morgan: Yuzu ice cream

Enid: elderflower ice cream

Jace: Coke ice cream

Analog signal

Beverly: Blue rocky road ice cream

Sept: cookie butter ice cream

Farrah and the forsaken kingdom

Farrah: curried ginger ice cream

Rue: Turkish delight ice cream

Sorrel: sorrel sorbet

Camp sycamore

Io: baklava ice cream

Seannan: Thai tea ice cream

Margo: rum raisin ice cream

Rudy: eggnog ice cream

Hope Requiem

Hope: Apple cider doughnut ice cream

Tsubasa: saltwater taffy ice cream

Afra: vegan chocolate ice cream

Sol: mango sorbet

Family matters

Ame: Lemon Italian ice

Satoshi: brown sugar ice cream

Abdication

Asher: Snickerdoodle ice cream

Nysa: Rhubarb crumble ice cream

Into the Garden

Kiara: cinnamon toast ice cream

Cian: Peanut butter and jelly ice cream

Lachlan: port wine ice cream

Anomalies

Sueng- Chestnut ice cream

Emira: red velvet ice cream

Jaime: sour cream ice cream

Tonya: waffle cone ice cream

City savers

Nico: ramune flavored ice cream

Ramune: grape sorbet

Biopunkverse

Skelly: pudding ice cream

Mikey: kiwi ice cream

Tadgh: chocolate chip ice cream

Yui: peanut butter and banana ice cream

Yuki: Peanut butter and marshmallow ice cream

Project Kaijuu

Alice: black tea and cookie ice cream

Cahal: irish cream brownie ice cream

Battler: Strawberry cake pop ice cream

Ainsley: mint ice cream

Jackie: smoked peaches and cream ice cream

Time trap

KC: Chocolate malt ice cream

Vincent: dulce de leche ice cream

Elise and her demon cat/ HBF!/Christmas radio/mainstay

Elise: Marionberry ice cream

Boo: Cookie cat

Felix: plum sorbet

Noelle: peppermint bark ice cream

Taggart: raspberry truffle ice cream

[intuitive-spontaneity]

Bourbon Slushies & Kid Slushies @ Seven Spirits & Wine

[themagicalmysticalboy]

trivia night at my bar means i come and bother my gf while she works while also maybe winning free bourbon slushies

[romancingfiction]

It was hot, you were hot, frantic even. Your clothes stuck to your skin as you navigated through your room. It was too big, too much room you felt uneasy, unsafe needed to be somewhere safer, smaller. Looking around the closest caught your eyes. It was perfect. Flinging open the doors you threw everything out of the closet and quickly headed to your bed.

The mattress needed to be in the closet. You tugged it free yanking off the blankets and seats hauling it to the closet. There tucking it in you flopped down. It felt... better, safe and enclosed but it wasn't perfect. Things were missing. Your neck, wrists, and thighs ached. Your throat felt shredded and you where lightheaded.

Getting up you scrambled to get the blankets and sheets you just tossed away. They were bad! Just awful. They were starchy and smelled of detergent so you dropped them the pillows smelled of you, and you couldn't help but drag them into you bed in the closert grabbing clothes you started to haphazardly lay things about your instincts screaming

' There there there NOT THERE there yes there NO NO WRONG yes there NO there NOT THERE WRONG WRONG WRONG yes there '

Your chest rumbled in the start of a baby purr as you unknowingly started to nest. It wasn't ENOUGH! it smelled of you but nothing else. There were no soft blankets or plush interior. It was mattress a pillow or two And half hazard clothes pile. In a dark enclosed safe space. Were there walls met. Where you could see the door. Safe.

Crawling out you made way to your door opening. The halls were baren. Of course they would be. People where in classes you found yourself heading to your friends rooms.

Mina first- opening the door you were greeted with the overhwmeing scent of an alpha. It was soft smelling of jasmine, vanilla, something metallic you couldn't identify and acidic. You snatched up her jacket, her blanket it was soft...so soft and a few of her shirts.

You didn't have it in you to feel bad for leaving her room a disaster as you carried your prizes to your room into the nest. The blanket found way in the bottom of your nest for stability the jackets and shirts were woven into the walls.

You set off again opening the door to Sero's room. The calm smell of beta met your nose. It was clean and simple like freshly printed paper and clean laundry. You tore though the room pillow, blankets and shirts were stolen as you let out a soft chirp of delight nuzzling into the items as you rushed to put them into the nest.

The pillows stayed near the top the clothes thrown where they needed to help balance out the intensity of Mina. The blanket added to the bottom to help plush up your nest.

It smelled better, but not right. You set off. Opening the door to Kaminari's room. The onega smelled of lemon icing and melted slushie. It was intense and electric and you felt yourself purr in pleasure at the smell of the other omega as you couldn't help but rub your aching wrists agaisnt his nest. So well woven with everything from your groups of friends. You even noticed your own shirts but you couldn't seem to care as you took. Stuffed animals, blankets, shirts, pillows.

You reasoned he wouldn't mind but a whine left you as you hesitated before the need to have them won and you were running now to your nest adding the prices. Almsot there. Just three more.

Soon you found yourself before Kirishima and Bakugou's rooms, the doors side by side. Beta Kirishima smelled like fresh rain and blood with a sort of earthy scent mingling in.

Alpha Bakugou smelled like a campfire and bourbon a sweet refined fullness. The smokey component was dizzying in the best way as you tore apart their rooms. Taking and taking until your arms were overflowing with materials on the verge of falling as you scamper to your nest.

Yes it was almost perfect, just one more.

You head to the last room pushing open the door. The overwhelming scent of lavender and tea hit your nose. It was comforting lulling and made you want to burrow in deep and take a nap.

Alpha Shinsou, he was a new member to the group often bouncing between your group and Deku's, an honorary member of the self-proclaimed Bakusquad. You however wanted him as a permanent member. The alpha wasn't like Mina or Bakugou. Mina's overwhelming need to monitor your mood and Bakugou's all incompassing need to keep you all safe.

No he was effortlessly laid back, always with a small smirk but he somehow put the others to shame with his overarching protectiveness like he never had much and fought to keep what he had his own.

Maybe that was why he didn't resign himself to any one group, though he didn't seem to have a problem with the Alphas he didn't seem like he would back down from a challenge.

You stole all you could get. Blankets, pillows, hoodies, shirts and you headed back to the nest.

It was perfect the whole group, the whole PACK was here. You were the last present and it was agreed you'd probably be a beta and once everyone settled you would all become pack. An omega was unexpected but more then welcomed by you.

You saw the lavish attention Kaminari got and thought you weren't jealous you couldn't help but want the same level of attention and care.

An intense wave of heat rushed though you as you whine shutting the closet door you wiggle yourself into the nest burning under the blankets a sigh of happiness leaving you as you felt the smells of everyone surround you.

It was ....perfect. you couldn't stop the happy purr if you wanted to the sound and rumble lulling you to sleep.

You woke up to a scuffle sitting up you growled low and grating and bared your teeth as you blunk sleepiness out of your eyes.

" Found them!"

A muffled voice reached your ears ans you belatedly regonized Kaminari.

Your growl died into a purr as you smiled at him hazy and unfocused offering the omega a hand. Yes having him in your nest would be MUCH better then just his things. The other omega seemed to have the same through because he was crawling in beside you without a second thought.

The two of you purred in tandem rubbing your scents on one another

" We got worried when you didn't show back up for class. "

He explained with a happy sigh hands on your hips as you burrowed into his chest.

Your tongue felt like molasses as you tried to speak

" Felt hot. "

You managed and he hummed in agreement as another scuffle caught your ears

" Are you - Holy fuck."

It was Sero and everyone else standing awkwardly in the room not trying to get too close.

" An omega! Y/N is an omega! We have two!"

Mina said with excitement bouncing forward but stopping when two twin growls met her excitement and she backed off hands up.

" Okay okay! See! I'm backing off."

She assured you both.

You can Kaminari shared a thought and you offered your hand to the betas. Sero and Kirishima didn't hesitate to scramble inside the closet.

" Hey! No fair!"

Mina whined as Sero gave a lazy grin of satisfaction as you peeled off his scent blockers to smother him in your scent he smelled wrong and that needed to be fixed.

Bakugou was surpringly quiet before he turned

" Come on Racoon eyes. Let's tell the teacher...and get Eyebags "

He explains

Mina took a moment staring down the other before nodding. Both disappearing from your sight and you whine. That's not good they should be here. With you in the nest.

" Shh shh they will be back. "

Kirishima assured you distracting you by pulling off his scent blockers drawing you from your thoughts to fix his wrong smell.

Before you knew it the three alphas were back. Mina held bags of what looked like water and drinks and Bakugou had tubberwear of food. Shinsou had heat pads and medicine. The door to the room was shut and locked. Mina quickly covered the window and a part of you let out a sigh of relief it was too big out there too exposed but now with three alphas it was fine. The closet qouldnt fit all of you.

" Hey there doll, want to come out here and make us a nest? So we can all lay together?"

Shinsou tried offering his hand and you couldn't help but snarl baring your teeth for a second.

" Scent blockers eyebags "

Bakugou remainds as he pulls his off the smell of bourbon and campfire filling the room then filled by vanilla and acid before finally lavender and tea.

Your snarl turned into a purr as you crawled out the others following.

With Kiminari it was much easier to dismantle and remake the nest in the open with everyone to fit onside.

Laying in a heap of skin Kaminari by your side an alpha behind you infrtong of you and on your side with your two betas chatting away you finally relaxed your sleepy purr slowing starting up.

This... this was perfect.

[marcymassura]

The hottest party of the year is ramping up! After a few hours we are containing from the room balcony. Occasionally popping down for a bourbon slushie or dance. What a fun day/nite! DJ goes to 1am so we won’t be sleeping anytime soon. Happy pony day! 🏇🏇🏇 (at L'Auberge Del Mar) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgVtsGULABq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[moreisasmith]

(07/16/22 SA)... It was a wonderful chillaxing weekend day of virtually no work spent with a friend as we celebrated the 2nd Anniversary of Paperback Brewing Co.; I'm looking forward to many more years! Today's elixir are these various beers: Furious George 2 Anniversary Ale - Orange color, bourbon citrus malt aroma, low body, slight bourbon citrus malt flavor, mouthfeel finish, and creamy bourbon malt aftertaste. Fear Of A Flat Planet Traditional Pale Ale Collaboration With Almanac Beer Co. - Bright amber color, floral malt aroma, low body, citrus floral piney flavor, clean finish, and slight citrus piney aftertaste. Pineapple Party Crasher Frozen Fruited Sour Slushie - Cotton candy blue color, slight coconut pineapple aroma, low body, piña colada flavor, frozen finish, and piña colada aftertaste. Mr. Smooth Frozen Strawberry Mango Slushie - Strawberry color, strawberry aroma, low body, slight mango strawberry flavor, frozen finish, and fruity strawberry forward aftertaste. Paired with a Nashville Fried Chicken Sandwich w/Fries and Sprite from @HeritageKitchenLA. Then, some tacos at #VictoriasTacosAndGrill to round out a chill day. @Untappd @IndieBeer_ @LABrewers @PaperbackBrewing #CaliforniaBeer #Glendale #Bitter #Ale #CraftBeer #Beer #Cheers #BeersOfTheWorld #BeerPorn (at Paperback Brewing Co.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgGwpM-Oq5f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=