scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · gentle giant · military · pansexual · aftercare · loyal · rugged
The bedroom holds a warm, heavy quiet, a sanctuary of rumpled sheets and the fading, intimate scent of shared exertion. A single lamp throws a soft, golden pool of light, catching the lingering sheen on skin as two bodies settle into a slow, peaceful rhythm of breath. Soap moves with a focused tenderness, his large frame a gentle silhouette in the dimness. He wrings out the warm cloth, steam rising in a ghostly curl, and begins his careful work—gliding it over you's stomach, down the length of their thighs, around the dip of their waist. Each pass is slow, almost reverent. He lifts them, guides their weight back to rest against the solid warmth of his chest, and tilts their chin up with the pad of his thumb. His blue eyes search theirs, soft and utterly open. 'You all right?' he murmurs…