Yknow how Barry Sloan, and by extension price, is always moving?? Like rocking in place or shifting in his chair....anyways cockwarming with nik would be torture for him >:] make that old man sit still and sob hehe
@rawme-price ROMMY. I need you to know I've been thinking about this since you sent it xhejxnfcneicneidnjedn
cw: 18+ smut. nikprice. cockwarming. penetrative sex. John Price melting bc of his big Russian husband 😩
Nik’s arms are firm around Price’s waist, bare chest warm against his back. His breath ghosts along the curve of John’s neck. He's content with his husband in his arms. Finally glad to have the captain back after so many weeks.
John, on the other hand, is suffering.
He’s seated in Nik’s lap, buried to the hilt, and they haven’t moved in what feels like hours. Though the clock insists it’s been ten minutes. Ten agonizing, perfect, torturous minutes.
Every instinct in John’s body is screaming to do something. Rock his hips, shift his weight, grind down. He’s sweating. His thighs twitch, trying to find leverage, but Nik's large hands stay firm where they rest, one on his hip, the other low on his belly, keeping him there.
"You are doing so well," Nik murmurs, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Such discipline, kapitan. Almost makes me believe you're going to make it."
John huffs through his nose, eyes squeezed shut. He tries to focus on breathing. On the way Nik's cock feels inside him, filling and stretching and there without movement. It should be unbearable. It is unbearable. But it's also grounding in a way John can't quite explain. Every nerve in him is lit.
And Nik’s stillness is infuriating.
"You fuckin' sadist," he grits out.
Nik chuckles. "Only because you like it."
John's hands tighten where they grip Nik’s forearms, his fingers digging into muscle like it might grant him mercy.
But there’s no mercy here.
Only Nik, holding him still. Until he sobs. Until he melts down into the kind of mess he never lets anyone else see, restless mind unraveled, twitching hands stilled by the steady thrum of devotion beneath him.
John finally slumps back, body gone quiet in Nik’s hold. He leans back fully now, weight surrendered, head tilted to rest on Nik’s shoulder. His chest heaves with each breath, slick with sweat.
And then, finally, “Please… please, Nik…”
Nik’s kiss is immediate, soft against his temple, followed by another lower, brushing his cheekbone.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I always have you, John.”
Then he moves, barely, just the shallow grind of his hips upward. Not enough to fuck in the way John wants, but enough to to make John’s breath hitch, make his spine arch in that helpless, beautiful way. Nik rocks, letting every inch drag deep inside, slow and aching.
One hand slides up to John’s chest, splaying wide over his sternum. The other slips lower, callused palm wrapping around him.
And all the while, Nik whispers in Russian, velvet-dark filth just for him.
“Moy kapitan,” he breathes, voice thick.
"My beloved man. I’ll fuck you like you deserve for the rest of my life."
"You feel that? So deep. So tight…"
Price can’t respond. His mouth is open, head tipped back, gasping through every stroke. His hips try to chase more friction, but Nik keeps the pace maddeningly slow, rocking just enough to keep him on the edge.
“I ache under you. John,” Nik groans. “Ves’ moy. You know that, don’t you?”
A wrecked sound claws out of John's throat. One of his hands reaches back, fingers tangling into Nik’s hair, the other still gripping his arm. He’s flushed to the ears, red across his chest, legs trembling, every breath a soft, broken plea.
Nik shushes him gently, kisses the side of his neck, and strokes him faster now. Hips still moving.
“Let go,” he whispers, low and thick. “Cum for me, kapitan.”
And John cums with a cry. His whole body locks up, every muscle drawn tight as lightning courses through him. Nik holds him through it, still whispering sweet, filthy nothings in his year.
When he finally softens and slumps, trembling, blinking through the haze, Nik kisses his jaw, his shoulder, and says in quiet English, “Beautiful fucking man. Mine.”
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