You had heard some shuffling from Makarov's office. There were some curses before something dropped with a thud.
Curious, you open the door slightly and take a peep.
"I don't know if we should be doing this. We could get caught." Price says quietly as Makarov kisses along his jaw.
"And who's going to stop me?" Makarov asks with a smirk. Makarov's arms tighten around Price possessively.
You couldn't believe your eyes.
Price let out a shaky breath as he gripped the material of Makarov's shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. A deep blush spread across Price's face.
"Don't get too cocky." Price breathed out.
Makarov chuckled before pressing a kiss to Price's shoulder, hands splayed across the man's chest.
"When have I ever been too cocky?" Makarov asked, tone low.
"All the time, you big Russian idiot." Price mumbled. Despite his words, his arms wrapped around Makarov's waist and pulled him closer.
Makarov's smirk widens as a hand slides to the back of Price's neck and brings him in for a kiss.
Price's hands moved to slide underneath the hem of Makarov's shirt, blunt nails gliding over the skin of the Russian's back.
Makarov let out a quiet gasp against Price's mouth. He nipped and bit at Price's bottom lip as one of his legs pushed in between Price's.
Price groaned and rocked his hips into Makarov's thigh, his hips moving in a slow, rolling motion.
"God, you're so needy." Makarov murmured before catching one of Price's earlobes between his teeth.
"You're one to talk." Price replied, his hand sliding up to Makarov's hair and gripping the strands.
Makarov let out a quiet chuckle, his grip on Price tight as he pulled him towards the desk. He leaned down, peppering kisses along the captain's jaw and neck.
Price's back hit the desk. His eyes closed, head tilting slightly. His hands remained on Makarov's hair and pulled the Russian even closer.
"Don't leave any marks." Price mumbled reluctantly.
"And what if I want to?" Makarov asked, his fingers sliding up underneath Price's shirt and pushing it up to his chest. He leaned down and trailed a path of kisses and bites along Price's collarbones.
"Makarov." Price warned, his tone quiet and shaky. His back arched off the desk, hips moving up against Makarov's. A whimper slipped passed Price's defenses, his fingers digging into the Russian's shoulders.
"Sensitive today, aren't you, Johnny?" Makarov teased, his breath hot against the skin of Price's ear. A quiet moan escaped Price, his hips moving in a slow roll against Makarov.
Makarov's hands moved down and gripped Price's hips, holding the captain still.
Price looked up at Makarov through lidded eyes, his breathing uneven and heavy. He bit down on his bottom lip to muffle a moan.
"That wasn't a quiet sound." Makarov whispered, a smirk on his face. "Don't want to draw any attention while making a noise like that, do you, Johnny?"
"Shut up, you bloody Russian git." Price muttered, his breaths coming out shakily. "It wouldn't happen if you were less pushy."
Makarov smirked and rolled his eyes before leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to the corner of Price's mouth.
"You love it when I'm pushy."
