Warnings: Sexual Themes; Boot Humping; Authority Kink; my best work yet
Prompt: Leather/Boots + Uniform Kink
Pairing: John Price x Rumor
The rest of Kinktober
The sound of leather creaking filled the quiet room, heavy boots thudding against the floor as Price strode in. Rumor stood at attention, his eyes darting to the floor, unable to keep his gaze steady under the weight of Price’s commanding presence. The sharp scent of leather and tobacco clung to the air, mixing with the cool metallic tang of gun oil that always seemed to follow the captain.
Price’s uniform was pristine, every inch of it pressed and perfect, the array of medals glinting faintly under the dim lights. The sight alone sent a thrill through Rumor’s body, a mix of admiration and something darker, deeper. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep his breathing even as Price closed the distance between them.
“You’ve been acting up again, haven’t you?” Price’s voice was low, authoritative, a rumble that sent a shiver down Rumor’s spine. He could feel Price’s eyes on him, assessing, judging.
Rumor swallowed hard, keeping his eyes downcast, his body already starting to react just from the sound of Price’s voice. There was no point in denying it—Price could see right through him, always did.
The silence hung heavy between them, and Rumor’s pulse quickened when he heard the subtle sound of Price’s boots shifting. The captain took a step closer, his gloved hand reaching out to grip Rumor’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“Answer me,” Price ordered, his tone firm but not unkind, though the warning was clear.
Fuck, his shorts were already soaked.
“Y-yes, Captain,” Rumor stammered, his voice betraying the excitement thrumming beneath his skin. He could feel Price’s eyes boring into him, the weight of that gaze making it hard to breathe.
“Good lad,” Price murmured, his thumb brushing over Rumor’s jawline before he stepped back, leaving just enough space for Rumor to feel the pull of wanting to be closer again. Price’s gloved hand landed on the back of his neck, squeezing lightly before trailing down his arm. “On your knees.”
The command was simple, and Rumor obeyed without hesitation. The cool floor pressed against his knees, and the towering figure of Price in his uniform filled his vision, dominating every thought in his head.
Price lowered himself into the plush chair, sitting like a king on his throne. His gaze felt heavy on Rumor’s head, lids lowered to observe his boy.
Rumor’s eyes dropped to the captain’s boots—polished, immaculate, the thick leather gleaming in the low light. His breath hitched, his entire body humming with an electric thrill. Price’s authority, the power in every movement, the way the leather of his boots seemed to represent everything he wanted—everything he craved.
Price said nothing, but Rumor could feel the tension between them, thick and heavy. His fingers twitched at his sides before he allowed himself to give in, leaning forward slowly. His heart raced as his chest brushed against the hard leather, his hands resting lightly on Price’s ankles.
Rumor’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as he pressed his body closer, his hips moving of their own accord. He couldn’t help himself—the feel of the captain’s boot beneath him, the smell of leather and sweat, it was overwhelming.
A low grunt of approval came from above, and Rumor’s body responded instinctively, grinding against the boot with more intensity, his mind blank with need. Price’s gloved hand rested on his head, not pushing, just holding him there, a wordless sign of control that only made Rumor want it more.
“Look at you, lad,” Price’s voice was low, almost a growl, his words sending a shock of pleasure through Rumor’s body. “Can’t even keep yourself together for a moment, can you?”
Rumor whimpered softly, his movements quickening as he rutted desperately against the boot. His fingers clenched around Price’s ankle, seeking any kind of anchor as his body shuddered with the intensity of it all. The pressure, the friction, the weight of Price’s eyes on him—it was all too much.
“Pathetic,” Price muttered, though there was an edge of dark amusement in his tone. His hand tightened in Rumor’s hair, a silent command to continue. “But you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”
Rumor nodded frantically, his mind a haze of want and submission. He couldn’t stop now, couldn’t even think about stopping. All that mattered was Price, the feel of his boot, the sound of his voice—everything else faded away.
All that mattered was his captain.
Price’s grip on Rumor’s hair tightened just enough to make him gasp, his body trembling with need as he ground harder against the boot, desperate for more, for everything Price was willing to give him.
“That’s it,” Price growled, his voice rough and commanding. “Good lad. Don’t stop until I say.”
And Rumor wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not until Price said so.
