Author's note: I see you guys are missing Ghost and Roach? I'm sorry to say that the excessively-PDA-filled couple won't make an appearance in this chapter either, but I guarantee they will show up in chapter 3! :)
Oh and I bumped up the rating to 'mature' because of this chapter, graphic sex will take place, but it will be pretty obvious when it's going to happen if you wish to skip it...
6 Months Later
After work, Soap spent a majority, if not all, of his evenings at Price's place. The days he wasn't there, Price was at his. The thing is, the days of Price coming over were getting fewer and fewer, while the ones of him going over to his boyfriend's house were increasingly becoming a regular thing. Soap used to wonder how Ghost and Roach could be so damn inseparable, how they could constantly want to be around each other and stare longingly into each other's eyes and never get tired of it, if anything, crave it more. Now Soap finally got it. He understood. If it wasn't for work, Price and him would be the same. There wasn't a day went by that he didn't tell Price he loved him, and not a day passed that he didn't hear it in return.
Last night was their sixth month anniversary. Initially, to Soap's chagrin, since they were apparently the kind of couple that celebrated monthly anniversaries, but they were already the type who discussed the weather, so why not go all in? With Price, at least.
They decided together to have their date at Price's house, knowing that if there were at Soap's, his borderline maniacal best friend, Simon Riley, would be dead set on bombarding their romantic time, probably by 'singing', more like embarrassingly crooning, love-themed Disney songs during their dinner..and most likely end up stealing most of it. Nothing could kill the atmosphere more and Soap would rather not spend their anniversary in a jail cell for tossing his friend out the window.
The entire day leading up to the evening, Soap had anticipated that their date would be sensual and, of course, end a little filthy, but it appeared that something was bothering Price, or...distracting him. When Soap was helping him with dinner and talking about his day, Price barely seemed to notice or pay attention to anything he said.
Price, as promised on that walk home months ago, turned out to be an amazing cook. He spoiled Soap with a home cooked meal almost every night of the week. Soap gave Price a hand with the prep work as much as possible, and by a hand it meant the occasional vegetable was chopped or diced, but mostly it meant he put his hands all over Price, kissing and grabbing at him at every given opportunity. Not the best idea when Price was trying to cut up greens with a chef knife. Dinner was always delayed.
Soap insisted on helping clean up afterwards, and that's when it was his turn to get distracted. Amazingly, neither one of them had to make any trips to the hospital. Yet.
Right now, nothing seemed to successfully grab Price's attention. Soap figured that even if he had been slicing up mushrooms stark naked, oiled, and rock hard, Price wouldn't have given him a second glance. Or so he was convinced...he'd have to try that if this kept up.
"So then I told 'em, 'Look, sir, if I fill that cup to the very top with espresso, you will literally die.'" Soap said, barking out a laugh. "I mean, isn't a double shot enough? Shite, I wasn't planning on calling an ambulance during lunch rush. And there's no chance in hell I trust Ghost with performing CPR on anyone, except Roach. But you and I both know that would turn into a full blown make-out session, not a rescue." The silence he received in response was unusual, he looked up from chopping on the cutting board to see Price with his brows pulled down, intently staring at the garlic sizzling in the pan, arms crossed and chin up propped by a finger. "Price...Price?"
The older man's head snapped from the pan to Soap. "Hmm? Oh right, you can put the mushrooms in there now."
Soap shot a confused look at Price. "That wasn't what I was talking about." He said slowly, narrowing his eyes. "I was telling you about this guy at work today who was hell bent on giving himself a heart attack."
"Bollocks.. I'm sorry, love. I have a lot on my mind, that's all. You know how I am...when I'm thinking too much, it's hard for me to pay attention to anything besides what's going on up here." Price replied, pointing at his head, a rueful look on his face.
Soap's expression quickly changed from a look of confusion to one of worry, brow wrinkled. "Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine, really." Price assured him, retrieving the cutting board from beside Soap and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Now, what were you saying?"
Soap told him the story again, this time Price seemed to be paying more attention and reacted appropriately enough, but was still obviously absorbed in something else. Soap tried to shrug it off, maybe Price had a bad day? No..he would have told him if he did, they told each other everything. He could be tired, but he looked wide awake. A gnawing string of anxious thoughts began in the back of Soap's mind, he worried momentarily if he'd done something to upset him. If this kept up the rest of the night, he'd end up calling Price's friends, Gaz or Mac, to see if everything was truly as 'fine' as he said.
Turns out, Soap didn't have to worry that much longer.
Price pulled out all the stops for the anniversary dinner, he made sure that they were eating one of Soap's favorite meals, that there was candles on the table, sapphire blue, Soap's favorite color and it most certainly wasn't because it matched the color of Price's eyes, and he even broke out the good whiskey, Oban 14, pouring them each a more than decent amount in his finest glasses. The table was completely set up in the short amount of time Soap excused himself to use the restroom.
When Soap walked in from the living room, he took in the scene before him fully now, studying the small, dark oak table with their food sitting on it, the glasses placed perfectly in front, the low candlelight intimate and very romantic. Something was definitely up, this was more lavish than usual for their typical dinner date nights. At least he was sure now that whatever was bothering Price before wasn't a bad thing, his shoulders lowered from their tensed up state at the splash of relief that hit him.
Price stood in front of the comfortable - yet extravagant display, a familiar, small smirk played on his lips, wearing that dark blue shirt he knew damn well drove the younger man crazy because of the way his blue eyes were striking with the color. Ah, now that's the Price he knew.
Soap licked his lips and let out a low whistle. "Damn, Pri. If I hadn't already fallen, you would have had me hook, line, and sinker with this set up. Not to mention..you look bloody sexy." His stomach growled loudly, but there was a new hunger filling him, hitting at the base of his spine, pulling at his limbs. He could say it was entirely because of the the delicious aroma that came off the food at the table, but that would be the biggest of lies.
"You don't look so bad yourself, love." Price said softly, there's a goddamn twinkle in his eye as he stares at Soap, it's mesmerizing and amorous, effecting the younger man's heartbeat.
Soap closed the distance between the two of them and put a hand on the side of the other man's face, kissing him deeply, slow and soft, the intimate setting inspiring a series of kisses, nearly forgetting the meal before them. Count on Price to remind him.
"Soap. Food." Price said between two firm kisses, placing a hand on either side of Soap's face, managing to keep their lips apart, a hand falls down to Soap's chest, feeling the circular dog tag underneath the thin materiel of his shirt, Price was always touching it, any chance he could get.
"Oh. That. Almost forgot...can't help it. You unleash those bloody bedroom eyes on me and I'm gone, bloody gone." Soap murmured, breaking Price's light hold on his face and leaning his head down to begin pressing a line of kisses down Price's neck, a low groan leaving the older man's throat.
"Bloody hell...and I thought I was the bad influence." He gently pulled Soap's head away from his neck and pressed one last kiss on his lips, trying to ignore the glossy, wide-eyed look Soap was giving him, the one he always shot in his direction when Soap was trying to get his way. "Later." Price promised.
Soap let out a sigh and frowned. "Fine, later...I'll hold you to that."
"I certainly hope so." Price said, his voice thickened with a dark mischief.
A small, relieved smile fell on Soap's lips at the devious look in Price's eyes, he really appeared to have worked out whatever had been bothering him earlier. Still, he wondered what caused him to get so lost in his own head in the first place.
Always the gentleman, Price pulled the chair out for him to sit down. The younger man smoothed out his shirt and sat in the seat, suspicious sky blue eyes following Price as sat across from him. "Pulling out my chair now, eh? That's not something you've done much." He said quietly, lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips and taking a sip.
"What can I say, when I'm trying to impress, I pull out all the stops." Price replied with a grin.
"That you do, darling." Soap acknowledged, his voice echoing inside the glass, the edge of his mouth tugging up in a grin. The younger man remembered how Price went to great lengths to 'court' him, the cigars, the talks, the repairing infuriating doors, the walks home, punching his arch enemies in the face. All very successful tactics in making him fall, hard and fast. Soap moved the glass away from his lips and lifted it in the air to propose a toast. "To us, and...new memories."
Price's expression flickered softer, a knowing look in his eyes, his smile melting Soap's heart all over again as he clinked his glass on Soap's, "To new memories." Price repeated in a low, raspy tone, the whiskey not the only thing warming Soap's inside.
They often ate together in comfortable silence, enjoying the food, well, as much silence as Soap could maintain with how delicious the meals usually were. The table they sat at, right off the kitchen, was small, thankfully, so their hands could touch and kisses could easily be given without too much effort. They stared at each other after a few bites, silently communicating thoughts and words through affectionate glances and familiar smiles.
"Soap...remember when you talked about moving out on your own?" Price asked, breaking the, sort of, silence.
"Aye." Soap managed to get out, albeit very muffled sounding, he himself now engrossed in other matters...the delicious plate of overly sauced pasta before him. "Mmm god, Price, this is fucking fantastic. I don't know how you do it. Know I'll have to pull another hour or two at the gym this week, but it's so worth it." He let out a moan and stuffed another bite of pasta in his mouth.
Price was transfixed on the sight before him, Soap's overt display of appreciating his cooking was a reward all on its own. He somehow pried his eyes away from the younger man, who began wiggling his brows at him in the most ridiculously sexy way, and pushed a piece of mushroom around on his plate around with a fork, trying to regain his train of thought. He let out a sigh and looked up at Soap, who was still making orgasmic noises, but when he noticed Price staring at him again, he gave him a wide, closed mouth smile, all dimples and stuffed cheeks.
"You still wanting to do that?" Price inquired, now that he had Soap's full attention.
Soap covered his mouth with the back of his hand. "What, move out?"
"Yes, that."
Soap carefully chewed his food and swallowed. "Most definitely. I need to get out of there, Pri. I swear, if I walk in on Ghost and Roach half naked on the couch traumatizing my poor cat one more time and Ghost defending it saying 'Maybe the freaky little bastard enjoys the show'...I'm gonna lose it."
"I'm serious, Soap..."
"So am I. I'm the one who bought that couch and now I can't even walk past that bloody thing without feeling dirty and cringing." Soap's expression flickered to that just thinking about it, nose scrunched in an adorable way. Price laughed quietly and shook his head.
Soap stared at the other man, trying to figure where he was going with the question, he noticed how Price had that rare nervous look in his eyes, the food barely touched on his plate, and how he kept readjusting the hat on his head..his giveaway stress indicator. "Why do you ask? I know you didn't put together this whole romantic setting just for our anniversary.."
"You're right. I've been thinking.." Price swallowed hard and reached across the table to take the younger man's hand in his own, Soap instantly responded to the touch by squeezing softly and giving him a small smile.
"Uh oh." Soap jested, smirking at the other man, trying to disguise the excited nerves that were bubbling inside him.
Price slowly breathed in through nose and exhaled sharply, a light smile played on his lips. "I should get on with it and outright ask before you delay this further." He drew in another breath and looked up at Soap, eyes bright and warm, Soap's nerves instantly calm by the gaze. "Would you...move in with me?"
Soap was silent for a moment or two, the question replaying in his mind, leaving him with a wide-eyed stare. "As in, the two of us living together?"
"That is what 'moving in' implies, yes." Price kept his voice steady and patient, looking pointedly at the younger man.
"Me and you...sharing this place?" Wrinkles crinkled in Soap's forehead as his eyes shot about, looking across the walls of Price's place, the place that felt more like home to him than his own. Or maybe it was the man sitting across from him that caused that feeling, but from the stacks of history books scattered around, to dark blue walls with military artwork that covered nearly every free space, to plush sandy carpet under his booted feet...it felt like home. Like he always belonged here, like he was meant to be here.
"I'd like that, I want nothing more than for you to be here with me. Everyday. Wake up with you, fall asleep with you, expand that one drawer of yours in my dresser to half of it, have your toothbrush laying on the counter next to mine..." Price told him earnestly, rubbing his thumbs on the other man's knuckles.
Soap leaned in closer towards Price. "Hold up, is this what you were all bothered with earlier when you said everything was 'fine'?"
"Yes, it was, but..Soap, you still haven't answered..." Price breathed out in a anxious tone.
Soap couldn't help but laugh, deep in his chest, warm and quiet. "Huh, well what the bloody hell, do I you think I'd say no? I practically live with you anyways, don't you think?"
A weight seemed to lift off of Price's shoulders as he too started to laugh, the corners of his eyes creased in the most endearing way. "Good point."
"You wanna settle down with me like some sappy old couple, eh?"
"Quite frankly, I've wanted to settle down with you like a sappy old couple for months." Price admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, causing Soap to beam over at him.
"I think I did the moment you gave me the crazy brow about my name. Fell right then, knew I'd get to this point someday. Or hoped, at least." Soap confessed.
"I'll bet..."
"See, there it is again." Soap chuckled as Price's eyebrow began to raise higher. "I love that...I love you. Of course I want to move in." He leaned in across the table and kissed Price fully on the lips, carefully avoiding the candle in the center.
Their faces still close, Price whispered against his lips, "I love you too." The smile that radiated off of Price's face, along with the soft spoken words, made Soap's heart to do more flip-flops than he'd ever care to admit. The kiss that was pressed to knuckles right after left it more in a competitive runner's state of beating, pounding, thudding, and full of a love and affection that was so strong, it honestly scared him sometimes, in the best of ways. But most of the time, it made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.
He was.
The happiness that flowed through the two of them was intoxicating, the whiskey on the table couldn't compare to this feeling, it was forgotten now in favor of a natural high. There was only one last matter...
"Hellraiser. My cat is included in this little deal, right?" He asked seriously, but the edge of his mouth was turned up.
"Of course he is, I love that bloody cat. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am? I'd never suggest that he'd be left with Ghost and Roach's questionable...antics." Price said sounding scandalized, muttering the last word with a look that said he knew all too well what kind of 'antics' Roach and Ghost get up to. They had, unfortunately, bumped into them several times in..compromising positions, their friends' claiming the living room far before them. That's when he realized..their lifestyle was just as debauched as their friends'.
Soap traced a finger over the veins on Price's hand and looked up to him, a playful, hinting glint in his eyes. "The only thing is..he'll have to put up with ours."
"In that case, we'll have to start using the bedroom more...perhaps."
"But the couch..." Soap whined, glancing over at the comfy piece of furniture, remembering all the great sex that was had on it and how that all could be lost once his cat laid claim on it.
An impish look was held on Price's features as he gazed meaningfully at Soap. "He's not here yet."
Four words was all it took and suddenly the distance between them at the table was far too much to bear.
"Well, Pri, dinner was fantastic but, uh, I think I'm satisfied..when it comes to food, at least." Soap said suggestively, his voice low and husky. Cleaning up could wait, right now there were more pressing matters at hand, literally, like the fact that he was getting harder by the second inside his trousers from the look Price was giving him.
"I suppose this night does call for celebration.." His tone mirroring Soap's.
With that, Price's hands were swiftly removed from his own, both were pretty sweaty at that point, Soap watched as he took a quick swig of the whiskey and pounded the glass back on the table like a pro. In the next beat of his heart, the man stood from his chair, before Soap could complain about the loss of the touch, Price was pulling him from his seated position in the chair and into his arms, palms rubbing into his lower back. Soap stared at him through hooded lids, waiting with bated breath for the older man to make the move and lean into him, so he could chase the burning whiskey on his tongue and leave him with another sensation of heat and ravish every inch of his skin.
"One second." Price murmured, leaning his head down towards the table instead, blowing the candles out in one whoosh of air, then lifting himself back up. "Now then.."
How did every damn word he said sound so bloody seductive? As soon as the words left Price's mouth, Soap was there with a hand cupped behind the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep, hard kiss, his lips moving eagerly against the other man's, but, as always, Price was the focused one, the one with a sure focus, kissing him right on point without forgoing the enthusiasm, balancing out his own reckless passion.
Their lips still firmly connected, they began a sort of awkward backwards walk to the couch, Soap began undoing the buttons of Price's shirt in the process, trying to get the blasted thing off as quickly as possible and feel his heated skin, drag his fingers over his strong torso. Price's hands moved to the Soap's shoulders, digging into the muscle all while keeping him balanced and steady as the younger man was turned around so he was the one walking blindly backwards. Price nipped at Soap's lower lip, a low moan escaping the younger man's throat at the shock of pleasured pain twinged from that point.
Soap was only halfway through the buttons when the back of his knees came in contact the front of the couch, nearly causing him to lose his footing, but Price still held onto him, catching him before he had the chance to trip up. They stood there for a five pounding heart beats, shared in the rhythmical thud, the only moving thing besides their lips, harder bites being exchanged, Soap's hands stilled in their undressing the other man, fingers froze on the smooth buttons. Price moved a hand from the other man's shoulder to cup the side of his face, stroking a thumb on the side of his cheek, over the rough scratch of his scruff at his jaw. The kiss turned unsuspectingly soft, a vast array of not so secret emotions slipping past, just like Price's tongue did through his lips, sliding across the younger man's in silky motions, the two of them sharing the same breaths, breathing in the others exhales.
Soap was pushed down into the cushions of the couch and landed with soft creak, biting his lip as he watched Price crawl on his knees and cover his body, rutting down into him. The younger man adjusted his hips with a cringe, feeling an uncomfortable, sharp edge underneath his ass, prodding into his back. "What the shite?" Soap lifted his lower body so Price could reach down, when he did, he pulled up one of his large lesson plan books. Soap raised a brow at him.
"Sorry about that, love. Mind the paper cuts.." Price said, dropping the book to the floor.
"That bloody hurt, you know." Soap complained with a pout.
"Hmm...we should have cleared the couch before we all but threw ourselves on it." Price pointed out.
"That would have taken too damn long...you and your sodding text books..." Soap muttered under his breath, rubbing his fingers into the steadily dulling pain on the base of his spine.
Price gave him an apologetic smile and lowered his hands, gently working his palms into the sore spot, the other hand moving slyly down to the top of his ass. Soap groaned again, this time in a satisfied pant of breath, he lifted his head up an pressed his lips against the older man's into a sensual sequence of kisses, deepened when Price dipped his head lower, moving a hand to the back of Soap's scalp, drawling the man's lower lip between his, sucking on the light pink flesh in a tight vice, licking at the entrance of his mouth, beckoning Soap to join him in the lascivious dance.
Soap felt a rush of blood flow to his cheeks then down lower, his whole body heated and literally aching for this man, the room unbearably hot now. Price, sensing this, slid his hands from Soap's back to the hem of the younger man's light grey henley, lifting it up his body, hip bones peeking out. Soap helped him out by raising up his upper body, their mouths were forced to break apart as the shirt was off in the next intake of breath and tossed behind Price, left with the fate of getting lost between the cushions, never to be seen again. Price ran his hands up Soap's torso slowly, his dragging his fingers up and digging in hard into his abs and the sides of his waist. Soap groaned at the pressure created, rolling his hips up and feeling flustered...Price was still atrociously over-dressed.
"Atrociously over-dressed? If that's what you think, why don't you do something about it, eh?" Price murmured, his gaze intense, face flushed a delicious shade of light red, saliva lingered on his bottom lip, Soap ran a finger across it, dipping the digit between the older man's lips, moaning when Price licked it and bit at the tip.
"Shite, did I say that out loud?" Soap asked, far too turned on to care if he did or didn't, his focus unbroken, only watching the movements of Price's mouth on his finger.
"Mhm." Price hummed not letting up on the unbearably filthy display he was putting up for Soap, the images inspiring the younger man.
"Never could learn to hold my tongue." Soap said, darting his tongue over his lips to make the point. He removed his thumb from Price's mouth and dragged it over the man's lips again, biting back a moan as Price's hips rutted forward, the older man look dissatisfied with the near quiet response so he did it again, snapping forward with increased exertion, his hard arousal bumping forcibly on Soap's, both men couldn't contain the groans that fought to escape their mouths, Price's low and breathy, Soap's loud and gasping.
"Thank god for that." Price said between a grunt, his expression was positively naughty. Soap growled, fucking growled, and ripped off Price's shirt in one go, a button popping off and hitting the wood floor in the process, but neither appeared to notice or care in that moment, Price's shirt was too thrown behind him. The moment apart was too long, their mouth's connected again fiercely, noses bumping together, wet tongues battling against the each other, bare chests pressed together, heaving for breath. Price tried to tame the kiss, to take it slow and teasing like he always did, but Soap wasn't sure how much he could take of that tonight.
A brush of air across his skin was the only warning he had before he felt Price's broad fingertips traced a line from the hollow of his throat down to circle his belly button, tugging lightly at the hair scattered across his abdomen. The touch was light enough to raise goosebumps all over Soap's skin and just the right kind of hard to make his hips raise off the cushions in anticipation. He shivered, although his skin was blazing, his body languid and relaxed under the touch, but a fire was being lit in his belly, demanding to take control, feeling uncharacteristically dominate with the older man. He held back the lusting ache within him to take over, if only for a few more moments, while the older man ran his hands down his hips and shifted to the front of his pants, tracing around the button before lowering down, outlining his hard cock like the filthiest version of connect the dots. Soap took in a shaky breath at the touch, even more so when Price gazed up at him, smirking in a much different matter, his eyes dark.
Soap opened his mouth to protest the prolonged stripping of his pants, but there was no need, for at that very moment, Price undid the button and pulled the zipper down in a flash, pulling both his pants and boxer-briefs down his legs. Soap kicked off his boots so the clothing could be shed off his over-heated body. Price disposed the clothing on the floor, not even looking, his focus entirely on Soap's fully exposed body, eyes skimming across every inch of his skin, he's frozen, breath caught in his throat, and just staring, like he was the artist and sketching out his body in his memory.
Soap tries to read the expression and finds he can't. It's a pure emotion, deep, honest and unfiltered. There's no walls, no deflecting, just Price, and it's almost better than the brushing soft touch of his calloused fingers feeling out the musculature of Soap's abs, then lower again.
"How's it I'm always the one naked first while you stay clothed right up to when we're fucking? It's not fair, I tell you." Soap complaints were cut off with a cry as Price palmed at his hard cock, thrusting up into the rubbing motions. "There you go, changing, the - aaah -fucking subject again."
"I didn't say anything..." Price feigned innocence, a pointless effort, really, since his thumb was running over the head of Soap's cock, sweeping the pre-cum over his length in agonizingly slow strokes, the younger man cursed god and a few other deities with each twist and grasp.
"No teasing tonight, love." Soap drawled out on a pant of breath.
Before Price could say anything, Soap, in a move of great strength, leaned up and flipped their positions so he was on top, trapping the older man under his strong body. He would have laughed at Price's stunned expression at any other moment, but right now the only thing on his mind was leveling the playing field, in a matter of speaking.
Soap wasn't one for teasing, he preferred to get right down to the point, he always had, but Price had changed that in him, a little. He still wanted nothing more than to rip off Price's pants and ride him raw, but he tried his best to reel it in, as much as his carnal lust would allow him.
"This is different.." Price murmured from below him, face flushed, lips swollen, eyes caught in a heady gaze, his focus never left the man above him, his hands came up to feel Soap's biceps, the younger man shivered at the massaging grip. Everywhere Price's eyes touched set Soap's skin on fire, his body tingling all over.
"It is, isn't it? Do you like it? Do you like when I take control? When I'm the one holding you down?" Soap whispered right in the other man's ear, his Scottish brogue causing the older man to gyrate his hips up, completely out his control. Soap choked out a low groan when Price's fabric covered cock grinded on his own sensitive, bare erection, he could have let the other man keep up the rough friction, on any other night he would have, but he was calling the shots tonight. He yielded the rousing movements by pressing a palm firmly onto the front of Price's jeans, directly over his hard cock, and popped the button of the jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly.
"Do you?" He asked one last time, pressing a kiss directly under Price's ear and dragging his teeth down the side of the man's neck, all the way to his beard, nuzzling his face into it. He broke away from the pleasant scratch to observe Price's reaction.
Price paused for a moment and swallowed thickly. "I do." he answered after a drawled out silence. Price appeared to be taken aback by the self-realization that Soap being in charge, was pretty damn hot, and the arousal compressed in the prison of his jeans fervently agreed.
A dark smirk edged on Soap's features as he hummed in appreciation, relishing in the way Price's jaw set as he concentrated on Soap's every movement, when the younger man snaked his fingers under the band of Price's boxer shorts, inching his fingers inside deeper with each stuttered breath Price took in.
"We're just getting started." Soap said, an enticing ring of promise coursed through the words.
Soap may have been trying to take it slow before, tease Price like all the times he's teased him, but he quickly reverted to his old ways. In a mad rush, he leaned up and tugged Price's jeans and boxer briefs down, he's not sure when Price kicked off his own shoes but doesn't give it a second thought as he tosses the clothing behind him, joining the large pile there already. His body once burning and blazing was now cold and aching for the heat again. Price sat up in front of him and immediately latched his lips onto one of Soap's nipples, a low rumbled growl escaping Soap's throat as his head tilted back at the sensation, Price teased the nub with his teeth before rolling over it with his wet tongue, his hands sneaking around Soap's body, fingers pressing hard into the dimples above his ass.
"Ah, Price.." Soap breathed out, trying to remind himself that he was in control tonight, he lifted up Price's head and brought their mouths together brashly in a sloppy, needy kiss, his tongue was demanding entrance between those lips again, and Price gave him access freely.
Easing the other man back into the cushions with a hand on his lower back, their hip bones hitting together, Soap broke the kiss and once again bit along Price's jaw, loving the low groans that fell from Price's mouth with each nip. Soap's destination was lower, but he made the journey worth while, kissing and licking every inch of skin he encountered. Soap took Price's hips in a tight hold, digging into them with dull nails as he licked across Price's lower stomach, and then he retraced his steps back and forth as he made his way upwards. Price had an arm hitched behind his head, the other moved and gripped Soap's mohawk as the younger man pulled back a little, and blew across the wetness. Price's skin turned into goose bumps and his fingers tighten into Soap's hair.
Soap's movements become almost frantic again from the rough grasp, the two of them got off from the hard bites and unrelenting holds, The need is rising and pooling in Soap's stomach, but when he reaches the trail of hair leading down to Price's hard length, he slows his pace, pressing a kiss to each side of Price's hips, nuzzling his face between the man's thighs, his stubble prickling on the sensitive skin. With his hands, he coaxes Price's legs open, just enough to give himself room to ease between them, resting most of his weight on his elbows, blowing air over the tip of Price's cock. Price's breathing was uneven and heady before, but now it was intense, sucking in anticipated breaths, his skin glazing over with a fine sheet of sweat. Soap loved watching him getting worked up this way, he resisted snapping his hips into the couch to relieve the pulsing ache settled in his cock.
Soap took a moment to enjoy the sight of the throbbing flesh standing straight up from the trimmed dark hair before leaning down to nuzzle Price's hip, causing Price to growl deep in his chest and give a thrust of his hips. Soap tsk'd audibly and punished Price by staying there, he nibbled and sucked the skin of Price's hip until he got the hint and stopped wriggling. Soap peered up at Price, taking in his heavily breathing form into his memory and never forgetting it.
"Hope you didn't have dessert planned, because I have other ideas.." Soap said, moving a hand to grasp around the base of Price's cock.
"There was your favorite ice cream but - fuck! Soap - aah.." Price was trying to be a cheeky bastard, but was quickly cut off, groaning loudly as Soap licked a broad stripe over the head of his cock, going around once, twice, before pressing the tip of his tongue down on the slit. Price hips shuddered as they tilted upwards to bring himself closer to Soap. The younger man tried to be annoyed that Price was attempting to take control, but Soap wants this, wanted it the whole night, he obliges the silent plea and parts his lips, taking the length of Price into his mouth, as much as he can get, keeping eye contact the entire time.
Price bit down hard on his lip and moved his other hand moved to join the first, fingers tangling in the man's mohawk, guiding Soap's head down his cock, his hips rising up, sinking himself deeper into the wet heat of Soap's mouth. Soap sucks down hard a few times before pulling back and running the tip of his tongue over a vein on the underside of Price's cock, trying to drawl out as much noises out of the older man as he can get, which is no easy feat, Soap is typically the louder one in bed, a low groan or growl is as much as you can get out of Price, but Soap gets lost in each one, no doubt in his mind to how much he's working up the other man. Each movement of his tongue drawls out another small moan or breathy gasp, his own hums thrown into the mix.
Soap wasn't even trying to hold down Price's hips at this point, he allowed every snap that came upwards at a particular shock of pleasure, all he did was take Price further into his mouth, into his throat, eliciting increasing moans from the older man. Soap's hand grasped around him snaked lower, just past his base, Price's hips jerked upwards, head fell back to the arm rest, eyes closed at the sudden and expert deep-throating and fondling. Soap hollowed his cheeks, sucking as he pulled back, and hummed in his throat as he went back down, the vibrations wrapping themselves around Price's sensitive member, Price let out another deep groan at the sensation.
Price was close, real close, the repressed groans, catching breaths, and shaking hands were the tall tell signs, he feebly tried to pull back Soap's head away from his cock.
"Soap, I'm - Ohh, fuck" Price attempted to warn the younger man but was cut off mid-sentence with a hand twisting at the base of his cock.
Soap responded to the warning with a nod and a hum, and instead of pulling back, he pushed his head forward, taking Price clear to the back of his throat, not letting up the swrils of his tongue and the hard massaging, until Price's hips jerked forward, hands still messily entwined in Soap's hair as he came with a deep grunt.
Price was panting heavily, sweat was sliding down the side of his neck, glistening from the shine of the moon coming through the living room window. Soap dug his fingers into the older man's abdomen, giving a final swipe of his tongue on the head of Price's cock, collecting every last drop. Peeking up through his lashes, he catches sight of his boyfriend, lavishly fucked and running a hand through Soap's mohawk and another through his own hair, he leaned into the affectionate tug on his hair, and began pressing a trail of kisses up Price's body.
Oh he wasn't done with Price, not by a long shot. He lingered the kisses when he reached the collar bones on the other man's body, leaving light bites on the prominent rises, low groans leaving Price's throat at the nips.
"Soap?"
"Hmm?" He answered at the base of Price's throat and moving to a tendon sticking out on the side, biting down and sucking, working on leaving a mark on the very spot, a tattoo, a memory, imprinted on Price's skin, a stamp of lust, so everyone could know what their favorite professor got up to in the PM hours. Soap smirked on Price's heated skin thinking of his reaction to seeing it.
"That was..."
"Hm?" Soap repeated, not moving from his determined marking.
"Fucking incredible." Price rasped out, a groan attached to the end, Soap laughed throatily, that was the kind of reaction he wanted out of him. Price reached for Soap's head, lifting it so their lips could meet once again in a heated kiss, tongues sliding together, deep breaths quickly taken through their noses, whiskey and the taste of himself on the younger man's tongue, lacing together.
Soap was still hard, painfully, he grinded his cock into the other man's hipbone, a hiss of pleasure escaping his lips. He was on a whole new level of desperate and couldn't take this slow riding, he needed to come.
Price tore his lips away and rested his face on the side of Soap's, his beard rubbing into the other man's cheek, breathing hard. "Fuck me."
Soap did a mental double take and lifted his head away from the tender nudge, giving Price a questioning look, unsure if he heard the words correctly. Price obviously liked doing the fucking, pressing Soap down into the bed, wall, or couch, but right now there was an almost needy look in his eyes, his jaw locked in a tense, controlled desire, and he didn't look like he was regretting his words at all.
"You...sure about that?" Soap asked carefully, keeping his growing excitement under control.
Soap felt fulfilled with his burst of dominance and, honestly, he'd be perfectly fine if Price were to flip their position and finish him off with a hand or his mouth, or, through the man's impressive stamina and libido, fuck into him until he screamed himself a sore throat with barely a graze of Price's hand on him, something that was pretty typical for their sex. But getting the opportunity to top, to be the one making Price feel that intense pleasure, to hear him cry out, though he knew the older man would suppress it, that was something he couldn't pass up. Soap, in all of their months together, hadn't topped once, he figured the older man preferred to be the one giving rather than receiving and Soap had no problems or protests about being the one getting fucked, only with how much Price teased him...but there was a first time for everything.
Price flattened his hand on the side of Soap's face, stroking across Soap's stubble, trailing it down to the side of his sweaty neck, lightly squeezing, feeling Soap's rapid heart beat pulsing under his heated palm, increasing when he licked his lips and leered at Soap. "I'm sure." Price told him, no hint of doubt in his voice, his eyes tracing over every inch of Soap's face, every line, every freckle, every bead of sweat, and held them in an intimate gaze.
"Fuck, Price..I -" Soap blinked back at the thundering waves of emotions that hit him at the other man's trust and vulnerability he was displaying. Soap's heart fluttered madly in his chest and he had to swallow against the uproar of feelings. He didn't trust his voice anymore, so he just nodded and brushed his fingers on Price's beard, leaning down to kiss him fully on the lips, his raging arousal surrendered for a few minutes in favor of a slow burning kiss, pouring all his emotions into each movement of his lips, Price answered every one, bringing him closer, pulling the younger man on top of his body so he was smothered by the warmth and weight of him, the scent of them mixing together, making both men light headed, breathing in deep to pull it inside themselves.
Soap broke away from the intense kiss, his head spinning and reeling, high on sheer pleasure and the feeling of Price trapped beneath him, but the pressure of the pleasure was becoming too much, built up for too long, he needed a release. "Is there..?" He asked breathlessly, silently praying there was lube someone in his general vicinity so he wouldn't have to make the torturous trek to Price's room, well, their room now, for some.
"My jeans, front pocket." Price answered swiftly.
Apparently prayers can be heard and answered.
"Bloody hell, Price, you put lube in your pants pocket...?"
"Sure did."
"Goddamn sneaky bastard, I love you." Soap grinned, pecking him swiftly on the lips.
The room was lit enough from the full moon outside and the nightlight in the corner of the living room, placed there because of Soap's habit of waking in the middle of the night to grab a snack, and the time he nearly was hospitalized when he ran into Price's tower of textbooks. Now it served as a essential help in Soap's search for Price's earlier discarded jeans. Reluctantly, he leaned up off of Price, not too much, Price still had his hands on him, grazing them up and down his waist, scratching through his chest and belly hair. He turned his upper body a bit and reached, tossing his shirt out of the way to find Price's jeans sitting there, it was like a fucking heavenly glow illuminated over them, or it seemed that way in Soap's mind, at least. His hand dug in the pocket on the right and was left empty handed with a frown.
"The other one." Price murmured, his hands slinking down lower and lower by the second, Soap nearly grabbed the man's hands to make them cover his leaking length, but he resisted, knowing a much better thing was coming. And surely he would be too.
"Ah, right." Soap all but cheered openly when he found the blessed bottle of lube, of course Price knew they'd end up fucking somewhere other than the bedroom, he was always prepared for everything. Soap moved himself back on top of Price and fumbled with the bottle of lube, this wasn't his first time, not by a long shot, but it's been awhile. That, on top of the fact that he was embarrassingly horny, his nerves felt jittery and on edge, in the best way imaginable, he would have been mortified at his actions if he was with anyone other than Price, the older man stared on at him, no trace of judgement or laughter on his face, only open trust and love mixed with a healthy dose of lust.
The small plastic bottle was gently taken from his hands by Price and clicked open, Soap's eyes snapped up to Price's face with the noise, he kept eye contact as Price took Soap's hand and applied a good amount to his fingers, quite more than was used for him, then again, that was necessary, Soap has no idea when the last time was that Price was in this position, and he wanted to make it amazing..no..fucking incredible. As much as he could with his over-aroused state.
Price held onto the bottle and Soap dropped his hand down between Price's legs, a slick finger slid slowly inside of Price, he froze his movement when he heard Price take a sharp intake of breath.
"Price?" Soap asked, looking over Price's face. It was just his name, but a thousand questions were held in it, 'are you ok?', 'are you sure you still want this?', 'did that feel fucking great or was that a painful gasp and maybe I really suck at this, no pun intended?'
"Don't worry, just take it slow, I'll be fine.." Price assured him through clenched teeth.
Soap gauged every reaction, every flick of his features with the movement of his finger, his haughty breaths and gasps. Damn, Soap wanted to fuck him, needed to, but his need for Price to be ready and comfortable overpowered that tenfold. Price's eyes clinched shut as Soap gently worked his finger in deeper, moving it in and out in a slow, thrusting motion, his other hand palmed at Price's somehow already hardening cock, that seemed to be just the push over the edge the other man needed.
"Go ahead..aah." Price said, his hips starting to move with Soap's finger.
"Hmm." Soap hummed, not trusting his voice to form coherent words at the moment, he eased in his middle finger next to the first, working them in scissoring movements, Price writhed underneath him, at first Soap was concerned, then he saw the look in Price's eyes, pupils full blown and dilated, catching every breath Soap exhaled.
It didn't take long after that for Price to be ready, three fingers in and he was pushing back on them with a fervor, he must have been just as horny as Soap..and all from his touch. Soap was pretty sure he never felt this good before, until he heard a clicking noise again and not even a pound of his heart later, Price's hands gripped around his stiff cock, fully erect and flush to his lower stomach, he couldn't stop himself as he thrusted into the grasp.
"Fuck!" Soap choked out, groaning at the attention finally being given to him, it took all of his willpower to stop himself from fucking into the Price's hand until he came, but he gathered enough to still his hips, letting Price coat his achingly hard cock with lube, the sight searingly hot. One of his hands dug into Price's shoulder, holding on till he was covered completely, of course Price was exaggerating the process, bloody bastard.
"Bloody bastard, eh?" Price questioned, running his thumb over the head of Soap's cock.
"Shite...I did it again, aaah - I think I'm covered well and good now..fuck..Price, I'm already close enough to coming, aah." Soap breathed out through gritted teeth.
Price smirked, goddamn smirked, right in the middle of one last tight grip, and let go, Soap's cock stood completely upright, and throbbed, he couldn't wait any longer. His metal dog tag rested on Price's chest as he leaned down and caught Price's lips with his own. With a hand, he guided himself right at Price's entrance and rocked his hips just the slightest bit forward, sinking slowly into Price, feeling the delicious heat contract around him.
Price stilled under him, his breathing was quick and shallow as he snapped his head back against the arm rest with a grunt, drawing in a long and shaky breath as Soap slid in all the way in to the hilt, a look of absolute pleasure across his face.
"Oh god," Soap whined. "You're tight." His teeth were bared as he felt a burst of emotion and began kissing softly all over Price's face, comforting him in the surely uncomfortable stretch he was feeling, the opposite of the searing pleasure coursing through his own body. Completely buried, he halted all movements and let Price adjust, though every part of him demanded to pound into Price hard, but he could control it, seize the want, and be slowly consumed by Price. He kissed his way to the other man's lips, alternating between licking and biting the bottom and top. Giving gentle, shallow thrusts, he felt the other man break away from the kiss and spring into a deep breathing fit again, but there was no painful gasp, only quick inhales of air, a moan with Soap's name attached to the end of each one, another thing Soap committed to his memory.
The moans were all he needed to tell him that it was ok to go faster, rocking into Price, each roll of his hips hitting deeper and harder into the other man as his legs came to wrap around Soap's lower back, pulling him deeper. Soap's moans and groans were louder, much, he was thankful for a moment that Price didn't live in an apartment. His whole world became more skyrocketed with pleasure when Price gyrated his lower body along every thrust Soap gave.
With tunnel vision eyes, Soap finally removed the hat from the older man's head, not even sure where he threw it, his vision all consumed with Price's head thrown back, jaw slack just enough for deep, breathy groans to escape. He ran his hands through Price's hair, tugging on it, messing his fingers through the short locks. Soap snapped his hips hard in a upward motion, hitting Price in just the right way for a low cry to escape his throat. Now that's what he was going for.
"Shite, do that again." Soap begged desperately, even the mere memory of the noise made a powerful tingle go through his body.
"Move like that again..and aah, I will." Price ordered on a edge of a moan.
Soap complied and became a man on a mission, his new high priority: make sure Price cried out like that over and over. He pistioned his hips up, harder this time, hoisting Price's leg further over his hip to get in somehow deeper, as deep as he could. With a snapped rough thrust, all traces of air left the older man's body at the thrust, a choking cry left his open mouth.
"I can't keep this up much longer..." Soap croaked out, as he felt Price tighten around him with each hit on the spot deep inside the older man. It was all too much, the blinding pleasure, the contracting pressure, and the intense emotions flooding through his whole body. Price was everywhere, in every scent, in every thing he saw, in the tight heat, he was consumed by him. He couldn't believe he hadn't already exploded at this point, but he was motivated to make Price cum again, unable to himself until he succeed.
Price had him locked in an inescapable grasp, his legs wrapped around him, his hands gripped on the middle of his back, scratching in deep enough for twinges of pleasured pain to shock through him and straight to his cock. He pressed his face into the crook of Price's neck, the blinding volts of ecstasy shocking through him as he dragged the edges of his teeth out across one shoulder, damp and hot. Price kissed the scattered patch freckles on the side of Soap's neck and wrapped a hand around his own once again hardened length. A loud, biting groan fell from the back of his throat when Soap covered his hand over his and gave his cock a firm squeeze, twisting his wrist, and jerking up and down the length of it in sync with his thrusts, both their hands moving together, they were a good team. Soap pulled back from the man's neck to watch him, see his expression flash with every touch.
"Fuck, Soap!" Price shouted as he came in pulsing rhythms in Soap's tight fist, uncoiling the tightly wound pleasure, Soap didn't let up his hold and watched the cum spill over his knuckles.
Finally, that was what threw Soap over the edge, way over, another dimension over, his eyes snapped up to Price's as he cried out the other man's name, cursing in a stammered rush. Price watched in awe as Soap's face contorted as he came. He held eye contact, thrusting hard once more, spilling inside Price before losing strength in his arms and collapsing onto his chest. Price wrapped his arms around him, stroking him as he shuddered through the last few moments of his orgasm.
Soap's body stilled after a long while, other than the rise and fall of his ribs with each deep breath he took, his face planted onto Price's chest as he slid himself out of Price. He forced his limbs to move enough to retrieve a couple tissues on the iron and glass table in front of the couch, cleaning up the mess, and tossing the tissues on the table, Price would be upset about that in the morning, he was sure, but right now they both were riding on an exhausted high.
"Think you need to do that more often...bloody hell." Price said on an exhale, kissing the top of Soap's head when it fell back down on his chest.
"How do you fucking do it, I'm wrecked right now..and you still have energy...shite. One of the 9 wonders of the world." Soap mumbled, tangling their legs together, locking them in place, their sweaty bodies stuck together.
"There's 7, love." Price corrected, his voice more raw and rasping than usual, an amused smirk flashing on his face.
"I know, but 8 is your sex drive, and 9 is your cock..." Soap slurred out in a post-coitus daze, love drunk.
"I have a feeling we won't be seeing that being taught in schools anytime soon..."
"Mmmm, that's because they're wonders only I have the...pleasure to know." Soap said, rolling his hips forward, a hiss escaping both of their lips at the friction between their over-sensitive cocks.
"Just so you know...I still want that ice cream..for breakfast, if I can even move tomorrow." Soap added, moving his head up to kiss Price soundly on the lips, his thumbs stroking the side of his face.
"It's your house now too, you can have ice cream whenever you want." Price promised on the edge of another kiss.
One second his lips were moving slow and lazily against Price's, soft press of a kisses, then the next there was a soft snoring coming from the younger man. Price's pursed his lips and tried to move up, sleeping on the couch didn't sound particularly like it'd be forgiving on his back.
"Soap...Soap?" He whispered in a rough voice, trying to rouse him out his sleep, as gently as possible. His hands ran up Soap's body and rested on his shoulders, shaking them slightly. But, from the younger man's steady breathing, to the limp and inert body language, arms squeezing around Price's body, in the Soap's self-proclaimed "octopus" sleeping position, there was no way he was waking up.
Price sighed and rolled his eyes, far from irritated, a deep affection in his chest as he wrapped his own arms around Soap's body, running his hands down his back, soothing the dulled scratches he left behind earlier. Pressing a kiss to Soap's temple, the corners of his mouth tugged up in a smile at the ridiculous embrace. He reached for the blanket tossed on the back of the couch and threw it over them.
Letting out a sigh, Price closed his eyes and gave up trying to wake his obviously exhausted boyfriend collapsed on top of him, and he soon fell asleep too, the soft snoring from Soap and muted tick of the old clock in the corner a hypnotizing and effective sleep aid. The smile never left his lips.