How would the 141 + Alejandro + Rodolfo + König React to a morning “help out”?
Part 1, Price and Rodolfo (fucked up order i know)
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Contents: graphic descriptions of oral m!receiving. Smoking, swearing. Lots of boners lmao. Yeah I know it can get repetitive but the prompt is limiting. A little spanish.
Price:
He’d be sound asleep. Returned late from a mission. Beard and hair otherwise usually kept neat a mess.
He’d be warm like an oven, smelling warm and musky. The ghosting metallic smell seemed to linger even after countless showers.
You would wake up in the morning, pale coral sunbeams coming through the blinds. Turned over to face him and see his handsome face in knots. Frustrated and tense even though he was safe now.
In the movement you’d feel something against your thigh/stomach area.
Oh
Didn't take you long to make the decision to help your man out. Besides, there was something magical in the early morning light. Rare, rare silence and warmth that was absent most days.
He’d groan as soon as you moved out of the covers. A super soldier who’d notice anything even when he was sleeping, you chuckled to yourself.
Pulling his underwear down his dick would practically jump in your face. He was rock solid. Pulling back to admire the view. Your lover in golden light. His ripped body, the smell of warm manly musk and sweat lingering in the air.
He’d gasp as soon as you put him in your mouth. Shaken awake by your moving tongue. He’d lift his head up, heavy eyelids lifting to see who was touching him. As soon as he registered what was happening he’d drop his head back into the pillow and chuckle. His big hand landed on the top of your head.
“Shit darlin’, what a way to wake up a man”
Would light a cigar if one was laying out. Pulling you with him, so he could sit up and enjoy the view.
He’d melt in front of you. The tiredness and the trust he had in you made him groggy. Tired groans left his mouth, the cigar askew and his head tilted slightly downwards to the side.
Depending on your dynamic he would have a tissue out for you. Even in this state, he was enough of a gentleman to not make you swallow if you didn't want to.
He’d finish in more what sounded like a moan than what he’d like to admit and pull you back beside him. The cigar smoke dragging you into its strong-smelling embrace. He’d mumble something about paying you back but pretty soon after you’d hear the sound of him putting out his cigar. He’d pull you back close to him and fall fast asleep.
When he got up properly, he’d be more cheery than usual.
“What's got Price in such a cheer after a mission” Soap would side-eye ask Gaz who’d shrug. Price would smirk over to you, stirring his coffee.
Rodolfo:
You both had taken a nap on the couch after watching the big sports game.
It had been a great time but perhaps with too much heavy food and a little too much booze. You had not ended up drunk, but the combo had taken you both out, hard.
You woke up first, a couple of hours after. The game had taken place in another time zone so you were up early watching it, but now the soft glow of twilight danced around in Rodolfo’s house.
You spent a lot of your time here admiring his place. Initially, when meeting Rodolfo you’d thought he would be too caught up in his job to care about decorations, but it was gorgeous. Filled with colors and trinkets, and a ton of photos of his family. There were also walls dedicated to photos of his co-workers. Alejandro made an appearance on most of them. It was easy to tease the man with the old photos of him.
“Awe baby you look so cute here, look at those cheeks!” You held a photo of him and Alejandro from what must have been one of their first missions together.
“Cariño, please, I was 30 in that photo…”
Now you were here, in your lover's arms. He was warm, and his sleep-heavy head was resting half on top of yours. The couch wasn't huge but it fits both of you well enough so you could both sleep on the side.
You’d scoot a bit back because you felt the uncomfortable feeling of the couch slowly dragging you off it. Feeling the pressure on your lower back you initially assumed Rodolfo had a big belt buckle on… but it didn't feel like metal.
The friction you created would make him release a little gasp and tighten his grip on you. Oh… so that's what that was.
You smirked to yourself, you’d help tu tesoro, por supuesto.
Slowly snailing out of his grip, you managed to not wake him up. But you smirked at his arching brows as they signalled he noticed.
You unbuckled his tight cargo pants, the motion of unbuckling them had him groaning under your touch, and you drooling.
His underwear would bulge out as soon as you went to drag his pants down to his thighs. Removing his underwear revealed his semi-hard cock. It was as if it had a mind of its own and you could see it hardening. Felt as if you blew some wind in its general direction it’d turn to iron.
You took him into your hand and jerked him off, feeling him squirm under you. You couldn't help yourself to giggle a little bit as you got a better view of his bedhead. Impressive how his short hair managed to stand in all directions.
You grew impatient in the silence and took as much as you could of him in your mouth. He was warm and you drooled feeling him twitch inside your mouth. You heard nothing but felt a finger caressing your cheek. Looking up you got eye contact with your very own soldier. You released him from your mouth but kept working with your hands.
You laughed at his expression being closer to a deep in slumber cat rather than your lover. “What's up Rudolf? Other than you of course.” He groaned, less out of pleasure, more out of annoyance of the use of That nickname in this moment. “Sorry baby can't let you have all the fun” You enjoyed the sounds he made as you licked around his tip.
“Of Course mi amor, What did I do to deserve this regalo, hm?” He croaked, his voice raspy after a good nap.
You didn't answer with words but showed your appreciation with your hands and tongue. Caressing his thighs, stomach, and balls. He groaned, and breathed with gritted teeth.
As he came, he swore in incomprehensible Spanish. Rolling his eyes back in satisfaction. He came all over your face, in long white spouts. He hid his face in his arm, too flustered as you licked up what didn't get on your face.
Embarrassed and butt naked (literally) he handed you a clean napkin from the table that was filled with leftovers. Before you were done cleaning, he had dragged your hips up on the sofa and was taking your pants off. He was too much of a mess to say anything, but the message was clear, he wouldn't let himself be the only one enjoying himself tonight.