!!nsfw!! snippet - naked snake x raikov
subject to change as the fic isnt done yet but but i wanted to share this, enjoy
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John stared back down at the man and couldnât resist comparing the Soviet officer to a brothel worker with the way his lashes would flutter with each pulse of the cock pressed to his lips, âYou do this a lot, don'tcha, Major?â He smirked as he pushed his hips forward, smearing Raikov's cheek with the pre-cum that had beaded at his slit, earning him an annoyed huff from the slut on his knees. That angry face was too cute, he totally understood Major Zeroâs grievances with this guy, but instead of beating his face heâd much rather fuck it. Snake swiped the cap from the blondâs head, tossing it off and into a corner so he could rake his fingers through his silky white locks, urging Raikov to continue sucking on him, âI see why the Colonel keeps you around, youâre just something he can empty himself into after a hard dayâs work.â
His baby blues widened at the assertion, thin brows curved downwards as if to be offended at such a factual statement. The Major shot up onto his feet, boots squeaking on the polished floor and nearly stomping on the scientistâs foot as he loomed close, âHow dare you!â
Snakeâs gaze wandered over Raikovâs figure, looking from his flushed face, down to his belt, eyes landing on his holstered Makarov pistol. He was warned that the Major carried the firearm at all times and he quickly decided that if he didn't wish to be burnt then he shouldnât play with fire. Raidenovich seemed the trigger-happy type; if he was confident enough to flaunt his body and grope his soldiers for everybody to see, he wouldnât doubt that heâd have no issues with dispatching disobedient men like cattle either. His best bet would be to strip the guy of his uniform and weapon, the latter was his assignment after all.
Their eyes locked once again, and hoping to placate the antsy Major, he leant forward in an attempt to press his lips against his. A hand was cupped over his mouth, âNuh uh, my lips arenât yours to kiss.â Raikov hissed, grasping at the manâs prickly bearded cheeks, smushing his lips together, to which Snake just grumbled. So be it, he could think of a number of other areas he could have sank his teeth into anyway.
Two large hands snaked their way down Raikovâs sides, settling on his hips and giving a firm squeeze through the thick layers of his uniform, âAre we doing this or what?â John mumbled, the gravel of his voice underlined with a hint of lust, quietly loosening the Majorâs belt in hopes to hurry this along - get to the meat and potatoes of this hookup - but also to rid him of that uniform sooner. âCanât you see how badly I need you, Major?â His hands slide from the belt to the manâs behind, lightly pinching and kneading, his deep voice rumbling through the Majorâs cochlea. The blond peered down at the dripping length hanging between the scientistâs legs and felt weak in the knees as he noticed its slight curvature to the side, how enticing. He had better get it inside him before it shrunk in the cold.
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