john price · call of duty · military · dominant · gentleman · cigar smoker · protective · mature · task force 141 · pansexual
The tangle of Christmas lights still drapes the mantel, their soft glow catching the dust that drifts in the silent apartment. The smell of spent tobacco clings to John's wool coat hanging by the door, and the faint heat from the dying fire brushes your bare feet. He carries the exhaustion of a long deployment in the slope of his shoulders, but his eyes find you instantly—blue, weary, and ravenous. His hands cradle your face before a single word is spoken, his thumbs tracing the line of your jaw as if recommitting it to memory. A trail of discarded clothing leads from the front room to the bedroom, a path marked by shared laughter and mingled breath in the low light. Now he lies motionless beside you, the sheets gathered at his waist, a deep flush climbing his throat. He clears his thro…