Domesticing a man is so easy. Especially if you chose one a little closer to retirement. Most men are stubborn to the idea of it, not wanting to stop the work that keeps them busy, keeps them social. Keeps them outside the house untethered from you. So, of course, you suggest a desk job first.
"You just work so so hard, baby. Every time you get sent away on a deployment, you come back with new gray hairs." You pouted as you rub a hand through John's chest hair.
"Thought you liked my gray hairs, love." John chuckles as he huffs another cloud of smoke into your face. You pout, scrunching your face at the smell you actually don't mind much.
"I do, and I want to see more of them. Just not because you're stressed on the battlefield, John." You plea as you pull him into a needy, desperate kiss. Swirling your tongue inside of his mouth as you rock your hips against his, it makes John grunts eagerly. You know you've won your argument when he rolls you onto your back, the cigar hissing as John stamps it out.
After that, it's all so much easier. Every time he complains, you remind him of all the luxuries at home. Rookies don't rub feet and massage backs after they mess up paperwork or piss you off. Superiors don't make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for him every day, and they certainly don't fuck him within an inch of his life.
"When are you gonna retire, John?" You pout furiously as you bounce furiously on his cock, fingers pinching and flicking at his nipples. You couldn't leave them alone once you realized how sensitive they were.
"Fuck, love, no. I can't -" John throws his head back against his pillows, grabbing your hips tight as he jerks his hips up into you. "Can't just leave." He groans, eyes snapping open when you stop riding him, clenching tight around his cock.
"Please, John? For me? I promise I'll keep you busy.." You whine, using the tone he loves as you slowly roll your hips again. "Just want my Daddy home with me. Is that too much to ask?"
"Fuck, love, no, it's not its not too much." John shudders as he cums inside you, gently squeezing the fat of your hips in his hands. "I'll talk - fuck - I'll talk to Shepherd." The smile creeping across your face makes his heart flutter, and his cock twitch inside you.
You just love domesticing a man. Even old dogs are good for new tricks.