The knock on the door comes much sooner then Price expected. He...

Price tries to straighten up the chaos of papers in his desk and calls, "Come in"
"I'm here for you, Captain"
"Take a sit, son"
"Sure, daddy"
Price almost does a double take, taken completely by surprise. This only seems to amuse
After Price gets a hold of himself, he rolls his eyes at the boy's antics.
"A joker, hm? I'm afraid of what we'll have to put up with as soon as you and Gaz get to know each other well."
"A little sense of humor is essential, isn't it, Sir?"
"A little bit of trouble is also part of the fun," Soap says with a wink.
"Don't find too much trouble. God knows I have enough paperwork as it is," he grumbles, pointing to the high pile of documents on his table. "But that's part
Price offers the thick file to the omega who still hasnt
Soap takes the file and Price continues his explanations.
"We don't have any mission this week so you can get to know the team. It's
"This is all good, Captain. I've heard you were a very hands-on CO but it's nice to see it in person," Soap purrs, dropping the folder back on the desk. "But we both know I'm
In just a couple of steps, Soap bypasses his desk and comes to loom over Price, who looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
"No need to rush anything, Sargeant. You're barely out of the plane. There will
"I don't think so, Captain," Soap says, climbing on his lap. Price's hands go to his waist instinctively.
Damn, Soap is warm and solid on top of him. And his scent hits Price's nose even through the patched he wears.
"I've done my homework before accepting this position, Sir. I know that the 141 has been taking on the hardest missions SAS has to give out. And that you don't have an omega to help you wind down your lads, or yourself"
"I know" he says, gently running his fingers over Price's shoulders to relax him.
Price is ashamed to confess it's working way too well.
"I also know just because you can handle it, doesn't mean it easy. And I'm here to make
Soap smiles another one of his fangy smiles that makes Price feels like a preg.
"And from what I'm noticing" Soap wiggles his hips on top of Price's growing erection "You're needing my help."
"It's been a long time since I had
"Then let's get started making up for lost time" Soap says running his hand down over his shirt, towards his pants.
"Son, I have a ton of paperwork to do..." He argued weakly.
"Then do them, daddy" Soap answers with humor.
"Fuck..." Price curses under his breath when strong, warm fingers dip inside his pants and grab his hard cock.
Less than 2 hours since John "Soap" McTavish landed on base and he's already having his way with the Captain.
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He can't pin point exactly when this
Why was he fighting anyway? Hard to remember. After sitting on his dick, Soap pulled off his scent patches and said something about "I never use this garbage in home base anyway. The big brass pays good money for my pheromones, it'd be insubordination to wear
Price mumble "You're really going to give me extra paperwork to fill, ain't you?" But there's no heat behind his words as his brains grow foggy with the omega's sweet scent.
"Maybe" Soap answers with a chuckle, "But I promise
Soap rolls his hips harder, pulling a grunt from Price.
Somehow the promise of extra desk work doesn't sound so bad if this is what he can look forward too.
Soap is a damn master in riding dick. Those big, thick thighs
As Price grows more relaxed thanks to Soap's cunt and scent, he lets his hands roam. Soap didn't take any of their clothes off--he just pulled
Next time, Price will ask for Soap
Shit, Price is getting close to his release just from thinking about it. And thinking about how he can have Soap whenever he wants now that he's on his team also means
"Please touch me, Captain" Soap whines, breaking him from his fantasies.
"Im touching you, son" he answers playfully as
"Nooo," he cries with a pout then demands,"On my dick, daddy"
Male omegas have these little vestigial cocklets that aren't much bigger than clitoris, and are just as sensitives. If Soap is asking to be touched, is because he's close to
"Aye" Soap cries, working his hips harder.
"That's it, good omega "
To help him out, Price plants his feet on the floor and fucks up to meet Soap's movements.
Moans and pleads for his knot flow from Soap's mouth
It also doesn't take long for Price to knot Soap's cunt. The feeling of the omega squeezing his
But then, when it's all done and they're locked together with cum and slick dripping on Price's thighs, he remembers why he shouldn't have done this.
"My knot takes at least 20minutes to come down" he informs. "We'll be here for a while"
For a moment, Price considers protesting. He has never worked while balls deep into omega cunt and that doesn't seem appropriate even with a working omega.
So he rolls his chair closer to the desk and starts rummaging through his documents whole
If this is what Price will get for letting Soap run the show, then he supposes he's not going to protest.
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