ANYWAY, u and Simon are like Priceâs dolls and he loves making you kiss n shit when youâre fighting-
The two of you have been at it all day. Fighting over proper procedure, getting in each otherâs face over some slick comment made; it was enough to drive Price up a bloody wall.
It wasnât until the two of you began scaring recruits with your arguments that Price knew he had corrections to make. You will come to him, belly up, when youâre good and ready. No use scaring you off, not when heâs so close to finally having you under his thumb. So he fixes his attention on his boy.
Price makes quick work of cornering Simon in his office and rips his belt from him, a thick palm closing around them and pushing the tips of their cocks together in messy rut.
âIs that what this is all about? You need to cool your head.â Price huffs in his ear, but the rough stroke of his hand on Simonâs cock has the opposite effect. Heat pools hard and fast in his gut, Ghost holding back a filthy groan as Johnâs rough hand works them. The sound of footsteps outside the door has them both stiffening. Price grumbles when the person behind it knocks, but before he can answer another voice joins, muffled by the door but very clearly you.
âCaptain is out meeting with the brass, youâll find him later.â He hears you clearly through the door, dismissing who ever knocked. He bites back a disgustingly soft smile at the way your shadow lingers outside the door. He knows you know they are both in there, and he hopes you have your ear pressed up against the door. He has Simon by the front of his hoodie, flattening him against the wall by the door with a mean thrust of his hips.
âYâsee that? Still cleaning up after us, even after your little spat.â He purrs in the other mans ear, a mean smirk tugging at his lips when he feels Simon twitch and throb under his thumb. Simonâs eyes are squeezed shut and teeth sunk in to his lip, smothering even the slightest sound and Price canât have that.
âEnter.â His voice is unmistakable from your side of the door, a bark of a command that has you stepping inside without another thought. Youâre brought to heel the moment you step through, Priceâs heavy palm closing around the back of your neck and pulling you close. Simon doesnât bother hiding his displeasure with mean glare, not that it means a whole lot when he grabs at your hand when Price reels you in close enough.
âIn here? Youâll play nice, yeah?â He asks but its not really a question and you and Simon both know it. It was all that needed to be said.
You are close enough to see the moment when Price tightens his grip and Simonâs eyes go glassy. How can someone be so pretty when not even an hour ago he was at your throat, tearing into you over how to treat the rookies. You watch Simonâs tip leak onto Prices hand and are unable to form a single thought after, no clever or witty comebacks now. Price seems to take it as a victory.
He releases his grip to guide all of you to his chair. Backed by a window and a clear line of sight of the door, Priceâs heavy palm lands on your shoulder and you go down with no argument. Simon settles next to you and you feel something in your brain pop and fizz out like the static between radio stations. Johns thick thighs settle wide around you both and you canât help but latch your hand around his calf and feel the muscle cording there.
Simon wastes no time in leaning down and laving his tongue all over Priceâs heavy pump balls, his tip nearly purple and dripping from the attention. He makes you do the dirty work though, nudging you with his shoulder and urging you to lick up the pre threatening to drip down your Captain's cock. You lap it up with wet sucks and small kisses, cleaning up after Simon as he drools over Johnâs swollen sack.
âI reckon you have some making up to do.â Johnâs grin turns nasty, hands coming up to cup the back of your head and Simonâs. The tip of his cock pops out of your mouth wetly when Simonsâ nose hits your cheek. Your lips meet in a wet slide across the tip of Priceâs cock, pre stringing between your lips when Priceâs pushing makes your lips miss clumsily. Your mouth slides over rough scar tissue on his cheek and you canât help but press your tongue in as well, sighing at the taste thats uniquely Simon. He makes you swallow his groan, leaning over you to catch your mouth and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. Price makes it messier when he pushes your heads together, angling your heads together at just the right angle, breaking you apart only to push you back together.
âThere you go. Kiss nâ makeup now.â He says with a mean chuckle, pushing his cock against your faces. His pre smearing on your cheeks and his tip finding its way between your lips when Simonâs hot and heavy tongue is licking into your mouth. He ruts his hips in dumb little circles as the mix of your drool coats his cock, lips smacking wetly as he makes you both makeout on the tip of his cock.
Theyâll get along, he thinks later that night, watching Simonâs hand scoop beneath your waistband in his sleep to cup your soft, warm pussy in his palm. The sighs you both let out at the soft touch has Price thinking youâll get along just fine.