Okay, but 141 loving Gaz's lips?
He has the most delicious and plump lips out of the four. Soft and always moistured very perfectly. It was no shocker that the boys wanted to devour them no matter what. Gentle, rough, dry, moistened. It didn't matter. His lips were enticing.
Price always asked for his kisses before going their separate ways at base. He would come close when Gaz was in the middle of smoothing his uniform out. He'd pull him by the hips towards his own body. Possessive. Yet gentle.
“Give me them pretty lips, sweetheart.”
Soap was more on the comical side. He had a daily routine of scaring his fellow sergeant at any given opportunity just to see his cute face. His lips pulled into a slight pout, barely there, it would melt him to bits. Never being able to help himself but kiss them with a loud "mwuah" at the end just for giggles. He's a little shit , after all.
“Can't keep my lips away from yours, darlin.”
Simon? Simon was more subtle than the rest. He'd go and look for him when the sergeant takes his regular breaks right outside their quarters. The sergeant had a habit of leaning against the railing most of the time, and that's when he'd take the opportunity. He'd lean forward and hug him from behind, cupping his cheek and turning his head his direction to press his lips against them.
He doesn't say anything. Gaz doesn't, either. He just smiles and leans back against his broad chest. It was their own little bubble. Their own little thing. No words needed. The lieutenant wasn't much of a talker sometimes, anyway. His presence alone was more than enough.
And Gaz? He surely was one lucky pretty boy to have them wrapped around his finger. He loved every bit of it. Loved his boys very dearly.
