Simon Riley was never one for caring too much about his title. To him lieutenant didn't so much mean, he was in charge and the boss. It meant. He had the responsibility to look after all those under him
Needless to say, it was stressful. Being a lieutenant wasn't fun. It was full of stress, death. And fucking paperwork.
The paperwork was honesty the worst of it. God damn paperwork. Needless to say, being a lieutenant didn't give him a power trip, and it certainly wasn't nice in bed.
He wasn't a man who had sex much. But when he did, he only ever slept with random civilians. For professional reasons he told himself. He didn't want to screw up his professional relationships.
In all honesty it was because he knew someone he knew would address him as Lieutenant. And it was honestly the biggest turn off he has ever experienced. Being called lieutenant feels like work.
He doesn't wanna be fucking reminded of paperwork, and training drills during sex thank you very much.
So he simply never had sex with people he knew. Which made him vaugly wonder why he ended up here.
Garricks tongue down his throat as the collapsed onto his bed. Hands grasping and squeezing where ever they could touch. Balaclava pushed up to his nose.
The kiss was far from gentle, teeth clashing while nail scraped against skin. But god it was hot. Garrick was hot. Hot enough that Simon allowed himself to be pushed against the bed, Kyle settling on his hips.
Simon topped he always did. But that cocky smirk on Kyle's lips made him weak in the knees. And being submissive made the chance of being referred to as lieutenant almost zero. He reasoned to himself, trying to frame his choice to bottom as being logical.
Kyle made quick work of both their shirts and pants. Simon allowed his gaze to shamelessly trace of his partner for the night. Of course he'd gotten some glimpses in the team showers before, but Jesus Kyle was hung.
It was probably around the same size as Simon's, but looked much bigger considering Kyle was much leaner then simon, so proportionly huge. Simon now felt a little bad for his past partners.
He didn't have much time to dwell on it however because Kyle was kissing him rough and pulling his head back to bare his neck. And he was biting. Jesus Simon didn't think his sergeants teeth were that sharp.
If he was slightly more with it he'd be embarrassed by the noises Kyle was managing to pull from him. The moans whimpers and whines. But he wasn't. All he could think off were the hands roaming his body and the sloppy bites and kisses trailing his body.
Kyles mouth finally reached his destination licking around simons balls and cock before down to his hole.
Simon gave a sharp inhale of breath as he felt the toungue all round his arse. It felt weird and foreign but so so good. He let his head fall back against the cushions.
"Ah shit" Kyle cursed from between his legs. Simon pushed himself up slightly, making a questioning noise.
"Forgot me fucking lube." Kyle grumbled looking up at the taller man. "Hm ... How much experience you have with this? Reckon you could take raw with a lot of prep?"
Simon blinked. "Uhm..well" He trailed off.
Kyle pinched his inner thigh, earning a yelp "Come on, I'm literally about to fuck you. Don't be shy. I'm not gonna think your a slut or something."
"Well... I kinda have never?"
Kyle blinked at him. "You never? You are missing out. I mean in honoured to be your first.. or actually probably not, cause I'm not about to take you no lube your first time"
Simon blinked at the word vomit that just left Kyle's mouth. The concern was sweet. But Simon definitely wasn't planning on stopping tonight. He gestured at his night stand "There's some in there. 'ts in the top drawer"
Kyle wasted no time grabbing it, popping the cap, and dousing his fingers. Simon lay his head back against the pillows. Allowing Kyle to move his legs and hike his body to a good position. Kyle knew more then him he supposed.
The first heavily lubed finger slowly pressing in was an odd feeling. Certainly not horrible, but odd. It burned a little bit didn't outright hurt. If simon had a bit more mind, he'd thank Gaz for the careful watch he had.
Kyle was watching his face, even with half of it still covered, for any full on discomfort. Simon gave a breathy moan as the finger got all the way in. It burned slightly, but the stretch was also pleasant.
Kyle slowly began moving it, reveling in the punched out moans he received. "Yeah. That's it lieutenant. That's it."
Simon froze. He felt like all the air was pushed out of his lungs. But not in the way he had before. It wasn't the feeling like being chucked in a cold pool, dimming any arosal.
No. If anything it amplified it ten fold. His dick was so hard it hurt. His sergeant, finger deep in him, calling him by his title did something to him. Considering the smirk quickly spreading across the others face, he could assume Kyle noticed too.
As the second finger slowly pushed in, Kyle put the new knowledge to use. "You like getting it from your own sergeant, hey lieutenant?"
The moan that spilled from Simons lips was down right sinful. "A-ah~ fuck...garrick!"
Before Simon even knew it, a third and fourth finger had stretched him out as he lay blissed out. Before all four fingers slipped out leaving him weirdly empty.
He didn't even have the brains to stop the frankly pathetic whimper that crawled up his throat. Contrary to what he expected, Kyle gently rubbed a thumb along his cheek. "Shh sweet boy. Relax, didn't want you cumming on my fingers, yeah?"
Sweet boy? Simon was far from sweet. And hardly anyone would be calling a 6'4 lieutenant a boy. But the name made his head swim. It sounded so good off Kyle's lips.
Those lips which were pressed to his as the hard cock slowly pressed against his hole. The stretch was insistent, and a bit uncomfortable, but not painful as Kyle slowly pressed all the way into the hilt.
It was weird and so tight. But so good. And he felt full. Stuffed, he could barely come up with a cohesive thought, the dick inside him touching places he didn't know he had. Let alone that they'd feel pleasurable.
He thought he was moaning and whinging against Kyles lips, but he honestly couldn't be sure. He felt so wound tight. So ready to snap.
When kyle rocked his hips, Simons head fell further back wacking the wall, prompting a giggle from Kyle.
He gently gripped Simons thighs shuffling down the bed "Let's move you away from the wall love".
Simon could just nod dumbly, a cockdrunk smile on his face.
It only took a few thrusts for him to come undone, in what was probably the most intense orgasm of his life. He didn't even register Kyle's pulling out and fishing himself off.
When he came back to it, Kyle had a shit eating grin "Fuck lieutenant. Anyone ever tell you how hot you are like that?"
And just like that Simons blood went right back to his cock.
(Okay so this was the original idea of @laswells-ashtray I asked her for an idea and she delivered with Simon hating being called lieutenant in bed, until Gaz calls him it. Very fun to write. Please if you have any ideas send them to me!)
