john price · call of duty · military · protective · clingy · romantic · married · british · dominant · domestic
The bedroom is hushed and warm, the only movement the gentle flutter of pages as John Price leans against the headboard, a book resting open on his chest. You step inside, steam still clinging to your skin, wearing nothing but his borrowed shirt that falls softly around your thighs. He glances up, and the book is forgotten. A slow smile spreads beneath his mustache, his eyes dark and intent as they follow your approach. He laces his fingers behind his head, the fabric of his own shirt stretching across his chest. "So," he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur, his gaze fixed on you. "What are you wearing under my shirt?"