Primus Flip A Cow

Bonus sergeant Meowrrick and captain Mrrice!!!

Perfect 🖤

Details below the cut!

Pipedreams 😴

Some pre-relationship pining c:

He uses those words to reinforce an implicit dynamic where he's the one who gives the orders, where he decides what's acceptable and what's not ("You're a good boy, doing exactly what I want. Following my rules."), despite the fact that he's at Kyle’s mercy. Kyle folds him in half and Price's voice wavers, goes all tight. It's not that Price dislikes being fucked — he enjoys it more than he'd like. But it still feels like losing something, so he needs to wrestle for control any way he can.

They aren't even fucking. Price just walks in on a naked Gaz by accident and reflexively looks down at the soft dick hanging between his legs. He does an involuntary double take. It's too late for either of them to pretend the scene never happened, so Price might as well double down.

"Damn. Good for you, son," he states casually, stealing another look before dragging his eyes back to Gaz's face. "Now put that thing away before the Armorer sees it and makes you sign a hand receipt."

"What?" Gaz blurts, too flustered for formality.

But Price is already leaving, going back the way he came. He doesn't even turn around, just walks backwards to the door with his eyes on Gaz the whole time, as if he were actually holding a gun. He stops at the threshold.

"A weapon that size needs a proper paperwork trail, Sergeant."

Gaz can feel his dick twitch at the bold statement. He suppresses the urge to cover himself. If he doesn't acknowledge it, maybe Price won't notice anything.

With his hand on the door knob, Price stops halfway outside the room. "Remember your muzzle awareness, Gaz," he says with a knowing smirk. "I'm not sharing the accountability if it goes off accidentally."

Anon that makes it soooo much hotter.

Imagine price being real fatherly to Kyle, patting him on the back after a successful op, giving him advice when needed. Hell, he even pulls Kyle into a side-hug and says "I'm proud of you, son." After a horrible op that Kyle only nearly survived.

And kyle feels like a horrible person, because for some reason his brain has decided that price is the ideal partner. Even between all the fatherly affection, and the fact kyle does kind of see him as a father figure, he still gets heated when price even smiles at him.

He feels like such a pervert, jerking off to price just being fatherly. Like hes ruining what could have been a good relationship. So he pulls away a bit, maybe spends more time with soap or ghost, right?

Only for price to call kyle to his office late one night. Cornering the sergeant against his desk just to watch him squirm. Kyle's convinced hes misinterpreting the situation until price leans down to mutter "I dont appreciate this game youre playin' kid. Ignoring your old man, hanging around johnny," a hand sneaks up to cup kyles jaw "pretendin' you dont call out for yer dad between moans at night."

Price has that dangerous gleam in his eyes, the same one when he knows he has power over the enemy. "What? Didn't think I knew about that? Its a father's job to notice when his kid wants something, dont you think?"

God, theres no denying it now. Price is offering everything kyle has fantasized about up on a silver platter. He'd be stupid not to take it. So the sergeant tentatively smiles, enjoys the heat that pools in hos stomach, and rests a hand on prices large bicep. "Gonna do anything about it, old man?"

Maybe bratting on his and prices first interaction with the new dynamic wasnt a great idea, but boy did it give kyle a night to remember. Crying over prices desk and onto some files he left out, cock aching from the amount or orgasms wrung out of it. Price made sure to remind kyle exactly who was, groaning in his ear "I'll make you feel real good another night, but right now its about dad, okay kid? Just hold still for me. I just need to take the edge off, yeah?"

It was all fun and games until Ghost pulled some bullshit mid mission, leaving Price flailing while Ghost handled the op solo. “Teamwork makes the dream work, Captain,” Ghost had deadpanned later, voice dripping sarcasm.

Price didn’t forget. Next op, Ghost was on overwatch, comms crackling in his ear. That’s when Price decided payback was a bitch. Pinned Soap against the wall in some abandoned safehouse, the Scot’s breath hitching as Price’s hands roamed rough on his dick. “Keep it down, Johnny,” Price growled, but oh, he didn’t mean it… not with the comms wide open, every gasp and moan broadcasting straight to Ghost’s position.

Soap whimpered, thighs trembling as Price thrust deep, the wet slap of skin echoing through the line. “Fuck- Captain- ” Soap choked out, and Price chuckled low, knowing Ghost was hearing every word. “That’s it, son. Let him hear how good you take it.”

Ghost’s end went dead silent. No quips, no snark. Just the faint hitch of breath that said he’d gotten the message loud and clear.

But Ghost wasn’t one to roll over. Price learned that the hard way when he swung by the barracks later, only to freeze in the doorway. There was Ghost, mask shoved up just enough, buried balls deep in Gaz, the younger man’s legs wrapped around his waist as he arched back against the bunk. Gaz’s moans were muffled against Ghost’s shoulder, but the sight was unmistakable Ghost’s hips snapping, Gaz clawing at his back like he was drowning in it.

Ghost glanced up, eyes dark and triumphant through the slits of his mask. “Two can play, Captain,” he rumbled, not missing a beat.

Price’s jaw tightened.

Oh.

Not very successful, though