#i cut myself off there because otherwise i'd write endless fluff instead of catching at least a few hours of sleep

[pfhwrittes]

for @greatstormcat who asked for a simon or price version of this post (linked post is 18+ only - like this post!). so storm, i offer you whatever the hell this fluffy thing is. sorry that there's no smut but i seem to have been caught in yearning hours. i'll type up a smutty something for you soon!

TW: male submission, references to traffic light system style safewords, pet name "love" used to refer to reader, verbal praise. please assume all scene negotiation has been completed off-screen.

Pairing: john price x gender neutral reader

-- it's rare for john to ask for this. to ask to be put on his knees, hands clasped at the small of his back - a butchered facsimile of parade rest that you know that he knows down to his bones - with his beautiful blue eyes downcast in a breathtaking show of respect. so you treasure every moment he offers himself to you in this way, stripped naked before your adoring gaze.

"colour, sweetheart?" you prompt him gently, almost hesitant to disturb the hushed peace that's settled over his shoulders.

"green, love. always green with you." john replies equally gently, the tension fading from his brow as he settles more comfortably on the large cushion under his knees.

you smile to yourself, reassured that his left knee is co-operating today, and make a small mental note to move him into a different position before too long.

"good, thank you for telling me john." you run your fingers through his sandy brown hair, pleased with the way the soft lighting catches on the few greying hairs at his temples and with the way his eyelashes flutter closed at your praise.

john price is a handsome man at the best of times, but you can't help the way your breath catches as you take in the way tension seems to melt off his broad shoulders the longer he kneels at your feet.

"my beautiful man" you murmur, stroking a thumb over his bristly cheek - absolutely delighting in the fact that every time you praise him his blush spreads down his neck to his hairy chest.

john sighs in contentment and blinks his eyes open so he can share a small smile with you.

you tap his cheek gently with your thumb to catch his attention. "come on sweetheart, let's get you up and onto the bed where you'll be more comfortable"

john hums in agreement before pushing himself to his feet and you slip your hand into his to lead him gently towards the bed.