Goomy

ugh they are my everything… so soft and gorgeous as always Rowan 🥹

UGHHHHH THEY MAKE ME SICKKKK

MURPHHHHHH monster handler Gaz and monster price oh my fucking god this flavor is so good… Price is the leader on paper but it’s Gaz who holds the leash. Now I’m thinking about monster Price curling his entire body around Gaz when they have to sleep in less than ideal conditions on an op 🥺

MONSTERRRR THANK YOUUUU!! These two are so sweet and soft and even when they have a little bit of turmoil, they make it up to each other because the devotion will always be there 🥹🥹 I’m so glad you enjoyed, thank you for the comment

Just like you 🥺❤️

And.... finally solo art for Gaz!🖤
#Gaz #CallofDuty

Inspired in part by this lovely art over on the bird app like it would NOT leave my head today. Merala always does an insane job with Ga and I couldn't resist. x.com/merala_san/s...

And he does.

He always will.

following the bitter winter.

John presses a chaste kiss to Kyle’s lips, cherishing the softness of the moment. He pulls back and smiles softly at the other man.

“I will make it up to you,” he says resolutely. He has no other choice.

Kyle smirks. “I have no doubt you will.”

John’s face, rubbing his finger softly over his cheek.

Before Kyle can move from his position against the desk, John takes his hips in his hands, holding him there for a moment. Kyle’s skin feels flawless and warm under his touch, like a warm summer sky

oxygen before standing on shaky legs, once again meeting the eyes of the lover he’s forsaken for far too long.

“I really missed you too.” John asks quietly, and Kyle chuckle sounds like music to John’s ear.

“I know you did,” Kyle teases lightly, but he caresses the side of

on his tongue and the feeling of his fingerpads pressing into his skin.

Kyle must deem his performance worthy, because he sighs and motions for him to stand.

Like the good soldier he is — Price follows orders.

He pops off Kyle’s cock with a gasp, filling his lungs with clean

Kyle’s hand once again settles on the back of his head, gently controlling the pace in which John sucks Kyle’s cock.

John feels like he’s floating — every destructive thought has completely disappeared from his mind. All he needs to focus on is the weight of Kyle’s cock

He slides his head back and forth, adopting a gingerly slow pace. He makes sure to suck on the head, to lave his tongue over the veins on the underside of his cock… he wants Kyle to feel loved, appreciated, /missed/.

Kyle is always sorely missed when Price has duties.

Kyle groans, slowly throwing his head back as his cock becomes enveloped by John’s tight throat. John feels tears prick at his eyes as he takes the whole thing, but it’s a small price to pay to watch how Kyle’s muscles tense and relax underneath his perfect skin.

wants Kyle’s forgiveness, he’s going to need to prove it.

And so he takes his cheek away from the warmth of Kyle’s skin, and with a hesitant lick of his lips, he takes the head of Kyle’s hard cock in his mouth, sliding the length of it slowly down his throat.

cheek.

“Had to take matters into my own hands,” he hears Kyle say above him, his voice sultry and sweet.

“Thank the gods you did.” John can feel Kyle’s cock hardening against his cheek, as can he feel his own stiffening in his cargo pants.

John is a man of action. If he

although there’s no accusation behind his tone. Kyle’s hand gently caresses the back of John’s head, softly pushing the man’s nose further into his groin.

John’s eyes roll back as he inhales the scent of Kyle’s groin again. His pubic hairs are as soft as silk against Price’s

strawberries and cream entering his nostrils. He groans softly — god, Kyle was always so /good/. What has he done in a past life to deserve this euphoria?

“Showered?” he murmurs, his tone low and reverent.

Kyle nods. “Got all ready for you, and you never came,” he laments,

John dips his head and, leaning forward slightly, nudges the shaft of Kyler’s perfect cock. He watches with mirth as a shiver runs through Kyle’s body, and he continues his exploration by pressing his nose into the crook of Kyle’s groin.

He inhales deeply, the scent of

gently cupping the backs of Kyle’s legs just below his buttocks.

Kyle watches him with his shining eyes, holding Price’s soul in the palm of his hand. Lets him explore his lover’s naked body with his sullied hands, allowing for Price to take what he does not deserve.

asking for Kyle for consent, and when no words of dissent leave his mouth, Price’s drags his fingers up the back of Kyle’s thighs, caressing the gentle skin that he’s yearned for all day. He feels unworthy, but his hands continue their journey all the same, until they lay to rest

It hurts to see Kyle hurt at his hands.

And so he bends his knees, groaning as his lower back aches in protest — and John Price kneels.

Kneels before his lover, looking up at the one who means the most to him in this mortal life.

He slowly raises his hands, wordlessly

of Kyle’s mouth turn upward into a sad smile.

“I missed you,” he whispers back, and Price feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

Price — no, John: stripped bare of his titles and rank under Kyle’s watchful stare — John knows what he must do.

Until he’s finally standing chest to chest with Kyle, looking down into his sparkling brown eyes.

He sees so much behind those eyes — understanding, love, gentleness… but also contempt, yearning, yearning.

Price’s heart stops in his chest. “Kyle,” he whispers, and the corners

He steps towards Kyle, his combat boots crunching quietly on the floor. He feels hypnotized, like he’s acting on instinct, as if his body and soul knew instinctually that walking towards Kyle is the utmost correct thing to do.

One step. Another. And another.

There’s fuzz wrapped around his brain, making it borderline impossible to think.

Kyle sighs again at his speechlessness. “Come here, John,” he says, his voice impossibly soft. He’s points to a spot on the floor in front of him.

Price does what he does best — he follows orders.

an almost ethereal glow.

Price feels so much unbridled /want/, it’s almost too much to bear.

But he’s frozen to the spot.

How does he react when met with the sight of Kyle’s naked body, his soft cock hanging between his legs and smooth, unblemished skin on full display?

function had long been lost in his never-ending pile of paperwork.

It’s well past midnight then.

He opens his mouth to speak, but his throat is dry and his brain is empty. Kyle is quite literally stunning as he leans against the desk, the lighting from the lamp giving him

Price licks his lips, his words dying on his tongue. The sight of his lover like this is quite a welcome surprise, and he’s unsure how to take it.

How long had it been since he promised Kyle that he’d be back in his room? Four, maybe five hours? He can’t remember — any cognitive