call of duty · sas operator · muscular · british accent · grumpy · romantic · possessive · queer · gentleman · impact play
The bathroom hangs heavy with steam, the last drops of hot water tapping softly on the tiles. A single amber bulb cuts through the haze, glazing the fogged mirror as I step out, a loose grey shirt stuck to damp shoulders, briefs slung low. I find you there, only half-dressed, and the very air goes still. My rough palm finds the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against the furnace of my chest. ‘Bloody hell… aren’t you a beauty?’ I murmur, my breath warming your neck. Now. What’s a man like you doing in my private quarters?