#makalan

I envision the first time Alerudy expressed burning/branding as a kink being a "haha, that's funny" to "Oh fuck you're serious and it's actually stupidly hot"

The branding is an Alejandro thing, but after finding out about Rudy's penchant for cigarette burns, they decide to try it on Rudy first because he asked so politely. Alejandro ends up harder than he's ever been in his life. Also, predator/prey.

I also stand by my "Rudy has a thing about ears" shit because that's a hard one to convince people on. Not to try, but just to consider it in the first place.

John's, as tame as it is, is choking. To admit that he wants to hand over control to someone in the bedroom and allow them to wield that power over him? That takes work, but eventually he's able to articulate it to Nikolai and as to be expected, the Russian adores it.

Nikolai's is chastity, one he has not explored with John. [Yet.] But he's explored it with many other people in his past.

Adler's is degradation in the form of homophobia. And by that I mean if someone were to wrap a hand around his throat, pressing their chest to his back while they spit something about how "Knew you'd take it like a good little fag, pretty boy like you." He'll clench down with a vice grip.

Woods is the opposite end of that; he wants to be the one calling Russell a fag. Also, one day, in the midst of an argument that's bordering on a quickie, he grinds a handgun against the soaked fabric of the other man's underwear and ends up having to catch him as Adler's knees weaken.

Simon likes sweat and musk. Soap's just back from the gym? How nice, he's gonna lick the sweat from the Scot's pits and huff his shirt later on when he has a hand on his cock. He never brings it up; it's Soap who notices, but when he does, Simon gets shameless about it.

Johnny's? Spanking. Too stubborn to want it or ask for it, gets aw rid in the face if Ghost so much as alludes to it. Until the day Ghost smacks his arse so hard he leaves a red handprint on his left cheek and coos at him, "Look at you, gagging for it."

Gaz has a thing for boss/secretary roleplay. Specifically, that is because he likes to play the boss who has some poor, overworked secretary crawling to him on their knees just for him to make them try to unbutton his slacks with their teeth.

Alex's is femdom and titfucking. I don't have to explain. He only admits this to Farah when drunk and almost falls ass over elbow when she drags him away from the table by the collar of his shirt.

Farah thinks she has a thing for temperature play. She thinks it's stranger than it is and brings it up to Alex with great reluctance, who then immediately fetches a bowl of ice cubes, pops one in his mouth and drops to his knees in front of her expectantly. That's how she learns that an ice-cold tongue lapping at her clit will have her hips arching off the bed.

Graves likes being smacked around; he's open about that. He's less open about his desire to be collared and tugged around on a leash.

And lastly, the Laswells. Latex. I shall say no more; my Catwoman roleplay posts say enough.

I lied, not lastly. Nolan is into high sex, really into it. Even if he's the only one who's high and he's getting smacked over the back of the head for acting like a misbehaving mutt as he humps Makarov's leg.

What if we kissed on top of the shadow siege gas canisters? (and we were komandir and right hand man - unbending, unbreaking fire of your cause..)

That is until the day Makarov's trusty lighter finally breaks, lighter fluid soaking through his coat pocket and leaving the man in a fit of ire.

He doesn't ask, reaching out to grasp Andrei's chin and tugging him forward until the quiet crackling of embers burning fills the space between them as his own cigarette lights the commander's.

It's mortifying, the way he inhales then subsequently ends up choking on smoke that escapes his mouth anf nostrils.

But Andrei has something that very few others share in his eyes; he's admirable. Loyal, yet not to a fault, he'll change an order depending on circumstance, and he's daring enough to argue his case when asked about it.

It isn't compassion that leads him; it's logistics. Changing the approach at the last minute isn't because he can't fathom the possibility of losing so many lives; it's because some of those soldiers are their dirtiest fighters, and they would lose out on assets if they lost those men.

It's dire work, people die, it's a fact of life. You need to be strategic about which men you're willing to lose.

Andrei has that.

Wandering hands groping at his ass with a touch far from gentle, teeth biting at swollen lips and blood beading across torn skin.

The other man tastes like tea with a tart hint of raspberry jam, cigarette smoke and spearmint gum.

It should be an awful combination.

It prowls around, tending to follow his every step with an unnatural silence. It tolerates the presence of others, all but one.

He never names the cat, in fact, it's appearance in his life is accidental but he tolerates a cat who likes to rub against his ankles far more than an incompetent soldier. Thus, it stays.

He doesn't fall into a typical cat owner's routine. He doesn't baby-talk her, nor does he cradle her like an infant. He will, however, offer her a scratch under her chin when she sits upon his lap, looking her most regal.

There is only one to whom she'll bare her teeth, snarling and hissing in his face. Andrei doesn't know what he did to upset the cat, but she despises his company.

It makes it far easier to thread his hands through it and pull until the other man's neck feels the strain.

"Перестань извиваться."

The captain doesn't dare mutter an excuse, worrying his lip between his teeth as he attempts to breathe steadily through his nose.

It's a test of his self-restraint to have the other man naked in his lap, hole clenching around his cock as Andrei trembles, skin tacky with sweat.

Ideally, he'd have Andrei's face pressed against the wooden desk, hands planted flat on either side of his head as Vladimir ruined his hole for anyone else and forced him to cum without a hand on his cock, no matter how pathetically he'd plead.

Yet, he enjoys watching the other man squirm, rocking back and forth until he stills himself, lest he feel the drag of nails down his back again as a reminder not to move.

Vladimir is thankful that the other man's attention is overwhelmed by desire, cock weeping between his legs.

It's possessive, knowing that he can have the man on his knees with the snap of his fingers.