i think ur oral fixation surprises both you and joaquin when you take his dog tags into ur mouth and suck on them. they're just dangling in your face how could you ever resist
oh my god?? my jaw is on the floor. this is insane. i love it. (18+)
it wasnāt like you could stop yourself.
you were already a little out of itājoaquĆn had been treating you too good all night. from dinner, where he played footsie with you under the table until your heel slid just a little too high, leaving him red-faced, to the way he kissed you against the door before you could even get your keys out. and now, after everything, after heās had you gasping and writhing beneath him, youāre both wrecked and breathless, tangled together in the sheets, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his hips roll against yours.
itās a sweet pace, a little sloppy, his rhythm faltering as his body trembles. heās close. you can tell by the way his huffs turn into short, needy whines.
joaquĆn loves missionary, loves looking at you, touching you. but right now, his eyes are squeezed shut, brows furrowed tight as his fingers tangle in your hair, cupping your jaw like he canāt bear to let go.
every thrust rocks you against the mattress, the old frame creaking beneath you both. the headboard knocks against the wall in time with your moans, the wet, desperate sounds between you filling the room. and over it all, thereās the soft, steady clinking of his dog tags.
your gaze drops from his face to the chain hanging around his neck. the tags sway with every movement, catching the faint light from the window, gleaming silver against the tan of his chest. itās distracting, the way they dangle just above your lips, taunting you. you donāt thinkājust actālifting your head as he drives particularly deep, parting your lips so the tags graze your skin, clinking against your teeth before you take them fully into your mouth.
it takes joaquĆn exactly two seconds to notice.
the slight tug at his neck drags him forward, and his eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused at first until he seesā
oh.
a shudder wrecks through him, his hips stuttering to a halt as a deep, broken groan spills past his lips. he stares down at you, panting, his dog tags resting on your tongue, your lips wrapped around the cool metal. you stare back, never breaking eye contact as you flatten your tongue against them, tracing over the engraved letters of his name and military rank. captain torres.
the taste is sharp, bitter and metallic, and you moan around it, letting the sound vibrate against the chain. his hand tightens in your hair, fingers flexing.
you hum around the tags, sucking lightly before letting them drag against your lips as you pull back just enough to murmur, "couldnāt help it. they were justā¦ there."
joaquĆn lets out a choked noise, somewhere between a curse and a groan, his grip on you tightening. he presses his forehead against yours, exhaling shakily.
"dios mĆoā¦"
his breath is hot against your skin, his chest heaving, but you donāt let up. you close your lips around the tags again, sucking, a little filthier this time, pulling him down with you. his chain tugs against the back of his neck, making him swallow hard. his hips jerk forward on instinct, and you sigh through your nose at the way his cock fills you again, deeper than before.
joaquĆn doesnāt even try to hold back his groan this time. his fingers tighten around your hand beside your head, gripping like itās the only thing grounding him. then your nails scrape against his scalp, urging him on.
that does it.
he snaps his hips forward, rutting into you with a newfound urgency, his rhythm completely wrecked. the bed creaks louder, his moans slip freer, and youāre right there with him.
heās never going to be able to wear these without thinking about this moment again.
