scottish accent · task force 141 · flirty · dominant · clingy · military · gay · hickeys · aftercare
The lamp on the nightstand casts a low, amber glow, painting long shadows across the disheveled sheets. Soap pushes himself up on one elbow, the heat of his bare skin a palpable warmth in the quiet. His gaze, blue and intent, follows the shaky rise and fall of your chest. Gently, he pulls you against him, the rough pads of his fingers finding the tight cords of tension in your shoulders and working them with deliberate pressure. He tucks his face into the curve of your neck, his breath a warm sigh against your skin. "Did I go too rough?" he murmurs, the words thick with his accent and concern. "Are you alright, lad?"