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Your head fell heavy, chin to your chest, as you tried to keep your eyes open. This was fucked. So incredibly fucked.
The mission wasn't supposed to go like this. Not that any of them ever really seem to go to plan… But this one? This was just plain weird. What type of terrorist built elaborate maze like corridors into their private operations base?
It felt like something out of a movie. Like the 141 had just stumbled into a bond villain’s lair after being fed shit information. You had no other way to describe it.
The team had been given the task of hunting down the chemist previously employed by a major, rather diverse, cartel that had taken a step away from pushing drugs as their main export and turned to exploiting lithium mines. It was a surprising move to most, but a profitable one for the cartel.
Apparently that made this chemist… less necessary. The intention was for him to be put down, executed to save the cartel any future difficulties, but this man had more connections than they bargained for.
And he disappeared.
Until word started to spread that product was flooding the market. New product. Stronger and more exciting product.
So after a long process of intel extraction and underhand negotiations, a brief was finally set into the 141’s hands: infiltrate the personal private base of “The Alchemist,” grab him, recon any important intel or proof of smuggling if possible, and bring him in for questioning.
The information that could be pulled from him could not only damn his own empire, but his previous employers as well.
It was a standard plan.
Until the “personal private base” turned out to be a fun house and laboratory of mansion sized proportions.
The team had entered with caution. A place this big normally would require additional back up since any terrorist in their right mind would keep the place stocked with hired guns, but as you slipped through the balcony windows into the quiet halls, nearly no movement could be heard.
Ghost of course had stayed back, taking up his post on the hill to keep his sniper scope trained on entrances, exits, and windows. Soap, Gaz, the captain, and you had made it into the deep interior of the main floor when things started to seem off.
“Where is everybody?” Gaz asked as he swept through what seemed to be a repurposed sitting room. The room looked to have once been a wide vacuous room staged perfectly for hoity-toity families to waste their time in, but now was full of huge crates and drop cloths. Even the wall at the back of the room seemed to have been recently renovated, bare spackle still dried white over patches.
“Maybe no one’s home…” Soap trailed off as he strayed closer to a set of crates. He lifted one of the cloths, looking for any identifying information. “Cannae find no writin on these Cap.”
“Let's keep moving,” Price answered softly. Cautious eyes passing over each of you before moving towards the back renovated wall.
The four of you stepped into the next room, a hallway really, before stumbling on the only two hired hands you had seen so far. One went down easy with a quick shot from Soap, but the other got slippery and started to run. You rushed him as he made his way towards what looked like a control panel around the corner.
In a split second, you found your shot, just as his hand collided with the metal. He dropped instantly. You walked to his body, leaning over to inspect the panel, and soon you felt the presence of your captain joining you.
“Doesn’t look like he pressed anything?” You offered, eyes scanning over the limited and label-less controls. Price stepped in closer behind you.
You could feel the inhale of breath he took next to your ear, “Doesn’t seem like it…” You always forgot how much taller he was than you until he was so close. All of them, really. You had settled into the team, so naturally it was easy for you to forget how small you actually were compared to them. They probably noticed it more, but they knew not to say anything either… unless they wanted to test your wrath.
“Sergeant,” Price stepped away from you, “You’re with me. Gaz, Soap, take the other hall, this seems to be a loop. Look for any sign of the Alchemist, we’ll meet at the southern stairs if there's nothing again.”
After that was a bit of a blur. You had followed your captain down the hall, only for the layout of the building to take a strange and nearly incomprehensible turn. The halls split and twisted like a maze, slowly holding fewer and fewer doors lining the walls. Eventually, the two of you heard voices.
They were low and muffled through the wall, but it was enough to point you on further. You just needed to find the door and…
It all went wrong. You were ambushed as you cleared the next corner, only for you to get separated from Price somehow. Your heart dropped deep into your stomach as you found yourself in a room somehow separated from the sound of gunfire by another blank and recently patched wall. You didn’t know how you ended up there. It was like you turned, and the whole building shifted too.
You were dizzy. You could hear Price calling out your name. The gunfire had stopped, the sounds of bodies thudding to the floor made worry jump up into your throat until you heard his low gruff voice crackle over the comms, “Sergeant where are you?”
Relief spread like a soothing balm over your nerves, but your head was still spinning. Did you get hit? “I- I don't know?” Your voice felt weak.
“Are you broken?” You swayed, catching yourself against the wall. You ran a hand down your form, checking for any sign of blood.
You didn’t find any. You seemed fine, except… “I- mm I don't… think so?” You fell against the wall harder, vision starting to blur along the edges. “No, something's- wrong” Your words were slurring.
“Captain, where are you guys? Our comms cut out-” Gaz’s voice crackled through, broken in places by static.
“Gaz get to the west corridor now-” As your captain's voice began to warble in your ear, sounding as if the world was being filled with water, you began to hear footsteps.
“-Footsteps…” You cut him off, voice barely a whimper. “Someone found me…” Just as you turned, using your last bit of strength to pull your head from the wall, you saw a strange, thin lipped smile plastered across your vision, before the world went black.
You could have sworn you heard your name in the darkness.
Which of course brought you to here. Waking up with a pounding in your head and a biting pain in your wrists. You tried to pry your eyes open, lifting your head for a fleeting second- a bright light was pointed directly at your face- Your head fell heavy, chin to your chest as you tried to keep your eyes open.
The memories of what happened started to flood back, and slowly the control of your body did too. In its wake, a brief wave of nausea washed over you, making you pull forward and groan. The pain in your wrists bit in protest, and you finally pulled your head up again.
You were tied to a chair sat in the middle of a large, mostly darkened room. To either side of you, almost forming a circle, were what looked like various lab equipment stations. Beyond that, the room fell into darkness, but directly in front of you stood a light. It was propped up on wire like metal legs and pointed perfectly at your face.
It made your eyes hurt, and the pounding in your head certainly didn't seem to like it either. You dropped your gaze again and froze. Looking down at your thighs, you felt yourself doused in cold realization: You weren't wearing your gear.
You sat tied to this chair in only a thin white shirt and shorts.
You heard a door open somewhere in the dark.
“Ah, I see you’re awake.” A nasally voice called out. You could hear the smirk in it from where you sat, though you couldn't see its origin. You said nothing, attempting to search the dark outside the painful aura of the light in front of you. “Nothing to say? That’s alright, from what I understand, the waking up process can be… bothersome.”
You strained against your binds. The tone of his voice set your hairs on edge. He sounded delighted, giddy even.
“Well,” You heard his footsteps again, finally seeing the outline of a lithe form pacing behind the light. “I suppose I can do the talking for now. Not that it really matters. There’s not much to discuss until you can answer my questions.”
You tried to keep your heart rate steady. You could handle this, it's what you were trained for, after all. But, your mind did have a flash of doubt as he took another step closer, and all you could see of him was the barest bit of light catching on his lab coat.
“I am going to run through my itinerary, you are going to tell me what I need to know about the men you came here with, and then we will see whether your heart or your mind gives out first.” He spoke plainly, not able to hide the lilt of excitement that permeated his words, then began to move towards one of the tables.
“What?” You spoke as the word started to click.
“Ah, there we go.” The man, the Alchemist you assumed, chuckled as he brought forward a clipboard. He stepped into the light. His thin lips pulled into a grotesque, mocking smile that suddenly seemed familiar in your recent memory. “Did I speak too quickly for you, soldier?” he teased.
Suddenly there was a cold metal disk pressed against your back, and you jumped, straining against your rope binds before realizing it was a stethoscope. He continued to talk as you squirmed, “Those men, you walked in with? I’m keeping them busy for now, letting them wander frantically through my maze, sending opposition down intermittently…” He pulled the stethoscope away. “Soon I’ll actually send my men down to deal with that, but for now I’ll let them play.”
He leaned over to write on the clipboard before stepping in front of you and grabbing your face. He pulled your face forward, reaching up and holding open your right eye to the light, watching carefully, before all but throwing you back into your chair.
“So, before I have them dealt with, you’re going to tell me who they are.” He turned his back to you, writing again.
“No.” You spat back. There was no way he actually expected you to say anything. Something in you settled, knowing your team was still alive, though the thought of them being toyed with only sparked rage.
“That's what I thought…” He sighed. You tensed, expecting another push or threat. “You’re probably expecting me to hit you, pull the information from you, but truthfully, that would be a waste…” He walked into the dark again. He acted as if you were playing right into his hand. “Thought I’d throw out a chance for you to be helpful, but I’m sure one of those brutes could tell me just the same information, so why bother with that now when I can do that all later? No you, you little toy soldier-”
Your stomach was sinking. Something was wrong. This didn’t make sense.
“- are going to be my lab rat.” The alchemist practically purred, stepping into the light again, holding a strange looking mask.
Before you could even react, he was approaching you. He pulled against your binds, as you strained your shoulders away from him. He grabbed your head, shoving the mask onto your face and pulling the straps over your hair. It was shaped like an oxygen mask. Maybe at one point it was, but on the front a strange chamber like shape had been added. A tube sat just between your teeth and extended into the mechanism, then out into a thin clear tube that hung down past your chin. Once he had tightened the straps around your head, he stepped back.
“There.” He smiled again.
Your eyes darted around for any possibility of escape, but you only saw darkness. Somewhere in the mess of a stupid fucking mansion was your team. They had to find you, right? You thought of your captain’s voice just before the world had gone dark. You recognized it now. The slight panic that tinged the edges of his words, cold and metallic. He would find you. Right?
The Alchemist laughed lightly to himself. The pinched sound felt like ice water down your spine, pulling you from your thoughts. Your eyes dropped to his hands. To the syringe in his hands.
You fought against the painful tug at your wrists frantically. Panic and fear twisted under your skin as he approached. Then he turned, not reaching for your arm or neck, but for the tube extending from the mask, and a new form of dread overtook you.
In one quick motion, he emptied the syringe into the tube, and you watched the transparent liquid wind its way up into the mechanism sat in front of your nose. You heard it whir just for a moment before pain struck through you.
Something, that liquid, sprayed against the back of your throat and into your sinuses. It burned like acid, and you screamed out around the tube. Shapes were dancing across your vision, and again you felt your body go lax. You knew the alchemist was moving, but your eyes wouldn't focus. You could feel yourself start to shake, and then the pain began to dissipate.
You heard a giddy hum of approval as the pain was replaced with a buzzing feeling. The mask was ripped from your face and you gasped. The air suddenly feeling ice-cold in your lungs. In fact, everything else was beginning to feel warm.
You were panting. Your skin felt flush and prickly. Your body was heating up, and suddenly you realized the noise you had started to hear was your heart beating in your ears.
“Wh-what-” You started, head lulling forward.
“What did I do to you?” The alchemist mocked. The rage you felt at that seemed as if it ebbed and flowed in your grip. Like you couldn’t quite focus. “I gave you a new compound I've been developing. Its makeup is quite complex, I doubt you’d understand, so ill just say its purpose is to heighten the senses.”
Finally, he stepped into the light again, writing quick notes on his clipboard. “Like other drugs on the market, it makes everything feel heightened, but this one in particular makes the tactile sensations a must. It's been too dangerous to test before as it raised temperature and heart rate so severely, but it's been highly requested by my clients.”
He leaned down, nearly face to face with you, that stupid smile cracking over his face again. “You see, my clients have found the only way to get the effects to stop raising has been either to endure a nearly fatal pain or to… well… ‘Reach completion’...”
Your head was spinning. The pain in your wrists and ankles felt dull and blinding all at once. Like you couldn’t feel it enough. And what did he mean? What did any of this mean?
“Of course, the compound hasn’t been too successful thus far. More often than not, the subject has had a heart attack before anything else could be done.” He pressed the stethoscope to your back, and you screamed out again. The cold pressure sending waves of both pleasure and pain through you.
He laughed, “See, a drug that could make everything more enjoyable or more painful could be very useful to my clients.”
“So,” You gulped against the drool pooling in your mouth, “what you give it to me and? See if it kills me?”
“Precisely!” The volume of his voice startles you. “Perhaps you aren't as dumb as I thought. Yes, this is a new formula, so I want to see how quickly it takes for your heart to burst…” he leaned in, “or for you to beg…”
You felt sick to your stomach. Everything was too much. The blinding light, the pain of your binds, the burning heat in your cheeks, the rancid, damp breath of the alchemist near your face… Your heart was beating faster. Pace quickening. Thudding harder.
He stepped back. Taking notes as you squirmed. You thought about your team. Where were they? A dreadful thought slipped into your mind. That maybe this place would be too much for them. That the alchemist’s games would finally end their streak.
You felt tears spring up in your eyes. It burned. You burned. You burned with heat and shame as you thought about Gaz, and soap, and ghost, and…
You thought about Price.
You felt shame course through you again as you tried not to press your thighs together. This drug made it hard to control your thoughts. Everything felt fluid and buzzing in your skull, and you couldn't stop your thoughts from straying to what you only allowed yourself to think when you were alone.
You thought about the nights you laid in your bunk, imagining what your captain’s lips would feel like under yours. What his hands in your hair would feel like. What his…
The sound of a door slamming open made you jump.
“Sir!” a new voice called out.
“Oh what now?” The alchemist all but screamed back. It made your head spin and your ears ring.
You tried to listen again, but everything felt distant. The room was swaying under you. You caught the sound of something metallic clattering to the floor. Then saw out of the corner of your eye as the Alchemist rushed to begin emptying some drawers into a small bag.
Everything hurt and didn’t hurt enough. That gaunt, thin-lipped face settled in front of you. Yet now it was no longer smiling, it looked furious. He started to speak, but quickly snapped his face to look into the dark. Fear flashed in his eyes, and something deep in you felt vindicated.
He stood, backing up and tripping over your chair before he made an attempt to run. As you tumbled to the ground, your ears tried to make sense of the sounds that played like beats of a distant muffled song as you watched something? Someone? Tackle the alchemist to the ground.
As the person reared up to strike a fist onto the no longer smiling expression of the alchemist, you recognized the familiar shape of a mohawk and realized it was Soap who sat above the man.
Relief started to form in your chest, and then your chair was being pulled. You swayed, chin falling forward again, as suddenly the ropes on your limbs were cut.
“-I got you.” the gruffed out words made your eyes flutter. “Can you hear me?” You pried your eyes open, sight finally settling on a set of worried, blue irises. Price reached a hand to cup your cheek to prompt you to look at him, but as his palm connected with your skin, you couldn't help but jump and yelp.
He nearly leaped back as if he’d burnt you, but as you settled in his grasp, he stilled. “Yes, I- I can hear…”
He smiled, looking back towards the rest of the room. The light had been switched off, and suddenly softer sheets of light were washing over the room. You turned, swaying, and watched Gaz pull back the corner of a set of black curtains, letting the low overcast light from outside in.
“You see us, Ghost?” Gaz asked. You didn’t have your comms, but the others seemed to nod at whatever he said.
You looked around, head swimming slightly less as calm gratitude soaked though you.
“He’s down for a bit now, Captain,” you heard Soap call out from across the room.
“Good.” Price was kneeling in front of you again. You went to push yourself up, only for your arms to give out. His hands found your shoulders, pulling you up to sitting. “Up we go, sergeant…”
You tied to hold your self up, but as the tingling pressure of his palms began to pull away from the thin fabric of your shirt, you fell into his chest. You shuddered, feeling the sturdy pressure of your face pressed against his shoulder.
“Whoa okay.” He let you settle against him before he began to speak again. “Gaz sweep the room. I’m going to get us up, okay?”
You nodded against his neck. The friction sending shockwaves through you. Then his arms were wrapping around you and pulling you upward. You could barely think, the pain coursing through your body distracting you as you wound your arms around his neck.
Once you both were standing, your knees wobbled, and he pulled you against him further. A whimper escaped your throat. You couldn’t stand it. It was too much. And not enough.
“Sir, here.” You heard Soap call out, though you didn’t dare try and turn to look.
Then you were moving again. Price nearly carrying you towards something. Finally, you pulled your face from his tactical vest and saw what looked like a doctor’s office table, sans paper sheet. Price went to turn you, maneuvering to let you sit, but as you went to reach for balance, your knees buckled. Catching you, he sat first, basically pulling you into his lap.
“I’m sorry…” You slurred slightly.
“It’s okay sweetheart.” He pet a hand down your shoulder, and your body seized. “Sergeant,” he started again, voice filled with worry. “What happened? What did he do to you?”
You pulled back to look at him. Your cheeks were still flushed, and you felt out of breath, but you knew to answer your captain. “He gave me something. A drug. A new one…” You felt Price’s hands fall to your hips and you shuddered. “Said it heigh- heightens sens-es. That my heart is gonna beat - faster till it… til it stops.”
You felt his hands tighten on your hips. You let your head fall back, catching your breath.
“Is there any way to stop it?” Soap asked from behind you. You could hear his boots hitting the floor, approaching you.
You all froze as you heard a pinched chuckled from beside you all. Turning to look, the Alchemist had shaken out of his beat-in unconsciousness. Now he was propping himself up against his ziptied hands and smirking at the three of you.
“You want to stop it?” He laughed. “If you even have time, I sure hope you all are close.”
Soap rushed him, grabbing him by the front of his lab coat and holding him just off the ground. “The fuck does that mean?” He spat.
Price pressed two fingers against your neck. You couldn't help but whine and grind down on his lap. You heard him sharply inhale.
“It means, you oaf, the only way I've seen it dealt with is beating it out or fucking it out.” The mocking tone of his voice sounded grating on your ears as you watched the realization bloom over your captain's face.
Soap reared back and punched him across the jaw with a sickening crack. “You fuckin’ bastard-”
“So unless you’re ready to beat or fuck them, looks like you’re too late!” He laughed again.
“Captain, I found the files!” Gaz interrupted. “We can go. We can get them out of here, to help, there's gotta be something else…”
You fell against Price’s shoulder as Gaz spoke. Your heart felt like a train in your ears, beating away and screaming. You didn’t notice your hips pressing further against Price’s until you felt him shift.
Price cleared his throat. “Alright. Grab him too, let's move-”
“Head’s up!” you heard Ghost call from Price’s comm next to your ear. “Something moving in the hall!”
The alchemist lunged up, headbutting Soap in the nose and sending him clattering back. He jumped up, running to the door just as a set of men pushed forward, pulling him out of the line of fire. They shot quickly at Soap and Gaz as the two rushed forward before retreating into the hall.
“Fuck, go!” Price called out. “Don’t let them leave with him! Ghost cover them.” He turned his attention back to you as you began to shake frantically under his touch. “We need to get you out of here, love.”
His voice turned so soft when he spoke to you. You whimpered at the name. You knew better than to grind your hips down, seeking any friction at all, but you couldn't stop. You felt him choke on a breath.
“Can't-” You whispered. “Won't make it.” You knew you were right. Your heart was beating too fast. Everything was too much. This was it. You could feel every sense in your body overloading, staved off only barely by the soft, firm weight of Price’s hands.
“You-” He started to talk, but you cut him off.
“My heart- I won't make it out that far- it's too late.” His face was so open at your words. The worry, the determined stare, and then… the fear. You let your face fall against his neck.
At least you could have this. This moment of touch. It wasn't the same as in your dreams. There was no kiss, no quiet murmurs of ‘I want you’...
“Do you?” His voice rumbled through your chests where they were pressed together.
Did you say it out loud? You shivered.
“Look at me,” Price swiped your hair from where it stuck damp against your face. Pulling you to look at him. “Do you want that?” His voice felt like an earthquake against you, low and rumbling. His eyes looked almost pleading, searching yours for the truth.
“Please…” You whimpered.
Suddenly he was pulling you flush against him. His lips pressed along your jaw as his beard scratched deliciously against your skin. You ground your hips down, feeling the starting pressure in his pants.
“Ghost, take out any combatants you see. Soap, Gaz, secure the Alchemist and fucking knock him out if you have to. Don't let anyone in or out. Going dark.” Price spoke as calmly and directly as he could into the comms as he ran a hand up your side.
You barely heard a chorus of stunted yes sir’s before he removed the piece from his ear and dove back down to kiss along your neck.
The scratch of his beard against your skin felt dragging cloth against a sunburn. It stung with a delicious, warming scrape that pulled a broken moan from your chest.
“Tell me what you need,” It almost sounded like a plea as he smoothed his hands up the planes of your back to your shoulder blades. “I won’t do anything unless you ask.”
Your skin felt like it was on fire. The space between your ears was full of steam and smoke, as you pressed your nose to the crook of his neck, daring to press your lips to the space under his ear. He smelled like cedar and sweet tobacco. The smell intoxicated you.
“I need- touch me…” You managed to whimper as you ground your hips down. You felt the strain of his cock press against the burning heat building between your legs.
Price cupped a hand on your cheek again, pulling you to look at him as he let out a breathless chuckle, “I know sweetheart. I know. Can I use my hands, love?” His palm smoothed down from your neck to the front of your thin shorts, then slipped his fingers under the edge of the leg. His fingertips pressed lightly into the crease of your hip under your shorts. “Can I use them here?”
You bucked down against his hand. His touch felt branding. “Yes, Fuck please sir!” Your head fell back, eyes rolling closed. “Please, please, please…”
“Fuck…” You heard him barely breathe out, as if he didn't mean to.
His hand pressed further, slipping up brushing past the scruff of hair, and finally, finally slipping over the white-hot wetness soaking through the shorts’ fabric.
You moaned hard, a cracked, pathetic thing, as you felt every nerve in your body light up like a strike of lightning. His fingers moved in small, light strokes as he brought his other hand to grip at the side of your neck. You leaned into the grip, letting him support your nape as you bucked your hips down on his fingers, seeking more, more, more.
“Please! Ah- oh fuck-” You whimpered as he swiped his fingers over a particularly sensitive spot. You looked down at him. Your gaze finally falling against his own again. He was looking at you so carefully, but behind that you could see in the blown pupils, a hunger that made you shiver.
It made you brave.
“Kiss me?” You asked, merely a whimper.
You watched his eyes widen just a fraction, and the black grow further into its blue boarder, before he was pulling you down to crash your lips together. It was rough and soft - tender and desperate, all at once. It made you dizzy against the wave of pleasure that crashed in your body.
He was moving you then. Slowly he wrapped his free arm around you and turned, carefully placing your back against the sturdy rubber-like pleather of the table. It felt cold against the damp heat of your back, and you gasped slightly into the kiss.
He placed himself between your spread thighs, hand never leaving from where it stroked small circles against your core. He licked lightly at your lips, leaning over you, barely putting pressure down on your body.
It wasn’t enough.
It was beautiful and loving and careful… and you could feel your heart beating faster still.
“Please!” You choked out in a sob as he kissed down your neck again. “Please more! It's not enough I- I-” It was becoming too much. You couldn’t think or wrestle your words into place. All you could feel was heat and pleasure and pain. And it wasn’t enough.
You looked up at Price, eyes stinging with the threat of tears. His hand slowed. His eyes searching your face again for something… Then he was moving again.
He gripped the waistband of your shorts and stripped them off. Throwing them off to the side, he spread your legs again, firm hands gripping at the plushness of your thighs.
“Tell me if you want to stop love, okay?” He husked out, voice deeper than you remembered it to be earlier.
Then he was slipping down, face between your thighs, and wrapping hands around to support your legs. You moaned just at the sight. That tingling burn in your veins coming back in just the time it took him to manhandle you into place.
“Don’t want to stop-” You babbled, “Want to cum…” His lips finally sealed over your heat. “AH! Nhhg!” your head fell against the table, back arching as he began to lick and suck.
You began to grind against his face. The pleasure rippling out like a current that only grew stronger. It battered you from the inside, knocking against your nerves and making everything feel stronger and stronger.
You could feel your heart beating in your temples and behind your eyes as he dipped his tongue lower and finally into you. You screamed out, hand shooting out to bury in his hair. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your lungs burning like they had when that drug had entered your system.
“Please!” You begged. Fear was beginning to creep up on you again. You just wished it was more. His tongue on you staved off the rise, your heart halting in its accent, but not dropping.
“Want you!” You sobbed, tears finally spilling over. “Need you, please…”
Price pulled up from between your thighs with a wet pop. The sudden loss of his mouth made you whine. “Love, look at me,” He cupped your cheek again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Price,” You tried to look at him through the tears. A rational part of you, lost somewhere in the drowning waves of pain and pleasure, felt guilt and shame. “-Need more. M’so empty…”
You watched his eyes flutter, as he choked on a moan, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. “Ok sweetheart, it's okay, I’ve got you.”
He leaned in to kiss you again, and you surged up to grip at any part of him you could. His hands seemed to shake slightly as they pulled at his gear. He shoved his vest to the floor, allowing himself to put more of his body weight onto you as you pulled at his shoulders and licked sloppily along his adams apple.
Then he was pulling at his zipper, shoving the front of his pants down and finally pulling his cock free. It slapped heavy against your thigh, and you bucked your hips up, trying to grind against it. It was thick and leaking against your skin and as your eyes grazed over it you couldn’t help the moan that slipped from your throat.
“Please, please, oh god…” You babbled as he began to rut against your hole, slicking his length in the wet mess he left with his mouth. “Fuck wanted this for so long…”
You didn’t realize you had said that out loud until Price was groaning and gripping hard at your hips. “Fuck love…” He lined his cock up with your entrance, then pulled and hand from where was leaving red marks on your hips to brush the hair from your face. He watched your face closely, with a look you couldn’t quite place, as he finally began to sink in.
The first push of him into you make your eyes roll back and something in you nearly snap. You arched your back, letting out a string of broken pleading moans, as he fed into you inch by inch until he was fully seated in your burning hot tightness.
He panted, rocking only slightly, until you were gripping at his back, grinding your hips down and begging, “Please please please hurry. Fuck me, please, sir.”
As if you flipped a switch in him, Price lunged down, slamming his lips against yours and starting up a brutal pace. You could feel yourself all but screaming into the kiss as his hips slammed against yours.
His cock was stretching you open so perfectly, all the prickly pain raw nerves in your body lit up again as pleasure began to swallow the ache. Your heart was beating like a ticking bomb in your chest, but all you could feel was Price. His arms wrapped around you, stroking over your exposed skin. His lips on yours and your neck. And his cock, hitting every perfect spot deep in you, like he was made to.
Your mind began to empty even further. All you could think about was the tightening coil in your core. It was too much. It was all too much. But it was so close to being just enough.
“So perfect. You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Price cooed as he looked down at your fucked out expression. “Just a little more, yeah? Can you do that?”
You whimpered against him, trying to nod as his thrusts made your back arch. His hand began to train down between your bodies again. Fingers finally resuming their earlier purpose and settling in to stroke small motions over the slick, tender nerves there.
“So close baby…” He stroked a little faster, matching his thrusts. Burying himself to the hilt over and over. “Can you come for me?”
Your moan’s felt uncontrollable. He worked his fingers across your skin a couple more times, leaning down to kiss and bite lightly at your neck, and finally- finally- that coil snapped.
It was as if every muscle in your body seized at once. Your eyes squeezed closed and stars bloomed in the black behind your eyelids. Heat and buzzing energy flooded your system as it felt like your heart almost seemed to stop.
Then finally you were gasping. Air filling your lungs as you opened your eyes and realized you had wrapped yourself fully around Price. Your arms and legs shaking as they gripped onto his body.
He was stroking your hair, cradling you against him as you twitched and shuddered in his grasp. Then slowly, as your muscled released their tension, he pressed careful fingers to your pulse point.
With heavy lidded eyes, you watched his face begin to shift from cautious and worried to relieved. He sighed finally and chuckled lightly with relief. “There we go, sweetheart- there we go…”
You shuddered as he righted your shirt where it had bunched up and wiped the remaining tear trails from your face. As your breathing slowed, and you felt his soft touch, you couldn't help but clench around where he was still fully buried within you.
“Ahhg-okay” He groaned, trying not to snap his hips forward. He laughed low and husky, and it soaked through you like warm sun. “Careful there…”
You looked up at him again. Your mind was still fuzzy and the prickly feeling of your senses coming back still warbled under your skin, but you couldn’t help but bask in the feeling of him there.
“You with me, sergeant?” He stroked your hair again.
“Mhm…” You hummed back.
“Good,” He smiled. It made your sore heart jump. “I’m going to pull out now, yeah?” He watched, waiting for your answer. You began to nod, his words slowly starting to make sense.
He smiled softly at you again, and began to pull back. The slow drag made you whimper, head falling back to the table with a thud. His cock finally slipped out with the wet pop, and you looked down between you two again, suddenly realizing he was still hard, “You didn't…”
“No, it’s okay though, sweetheart.” He leaned in to press his forehead to yours.
Part of you, the part that wanted to ignore where you were, and why this had all happened, wanted to read down and stroke him too…
“Can you sit?” He interrupted your thoughts.
You blinked, trying to will your mind to think clearly, but the fog was resilient. Still, you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up to sit. The ache between your legs felt like a comfort as he helped you slip the thin shorts back on.
He gathered his gear quickly, visibly trying to hurry but not rush the possibly fragile peace you had fallen into. Your thoughts were beginning to spark, though you couldn't tell how… But soon he was placing his comms back in his ear and inquiring the mission status from the team.
You didn’t hear the answer, but Price didn’t seem to deflate or become enraged, so your rattled mind took that as good news.
“Ok, sergeant,” He started as he came to kneel in front of where you sat. “We need to get going. It’s clear right now, but we don’t want to take any chances sticking around, yeah?”
He still spoke softly to you, despite the shift back into authoritative duties. You nodded, again, “ye-yes sir…” You still felt out of breath, but the pain had subsided.
“Good. Let's get you up,” Then he was moving to pull you up into standing, but again your knees wobbled, and you nearly fell.
He caught you quickly, letting you all but sprawl yourself over him. You felt tired and the anger at your limbs was beginning to return. “I got you, sweetheart.” He soothed as he pressed his palm to the center of your back.
“Thank you,” You whispered, unsure of how much you were thanking him for.
He was quiet for a moment. You felt him inhale as if he were going to begin to speak, before suddenly gripping you tighter in a hug. Then he was lifting you up to carry you.
“We’ll talk about this later, okay?” He looked into your eyes again, with that look of worry and something else behind his irises. “Let's get you out of here first…”
You nodded, letting him carry you out to meet the others.
Something told you, he expected you to bury your face in the crook of his neck. So you did. And if he hummed deep and low in satisfaction, neither of you mentioned it…