"It's insufferable sometimes." Price complained, his hands sliding to the back of Makarov's neck to pull him down into a kiss.
Makarov let out a quiet hum as he nipped and bit at Price's bottom lip, sucking on it gently. He slid a hand down to the hem of Price's pants and started fidgeting with the button.
"You better not start anything we can't finish." Price said, breath hitching as Makarov palmed him through his trousers.
"I don't recall you ever stopping me before." Makarov replied, his fingers making quick work of the button and fly, and pulling down the zipper.
A low groan escaped Price. His hips arched into Makarov's hand, his eyes fluttering momentarily before he opened one to glare at the Russian.
"Someone could walk in." Price said, voice quiet.
"And who's going to walk in?" Makarov asked, his fingers tracing the bulge through Price's boxers. "Most of the recruits are out on an operation. We're the only ones here."
Price huffed. He could feel the heat and impatience running through his body. His hands pushed at Makarov's hips to push the Russian down. Makarov's eyes darkened at the action and the Russian obligately knelt down.
"Impatient, aren't we?" Makarov teased, nipping and biting at the skin of Price's hips and lower stomach.
"You wouldn't be acting any better if you were in my position." Price mumbled, his face heating.
A shiver went through Price's body as Makarov mouthed at a sensitive place. He let out a whine when Makarov left a harsh bite on his hip.
"No, probably not." Makarov admitted. He palmed Price through his boxers, feeling the captain's half-hard member through the material.
"But I think I like teasing you more." Makarov continued, licking a broad stripe along the length of Price through the boxers.
Price let out a gasp, his hips pushing forward into Makarov's hand involuntarily.
"Bastard..." he grumbled, looking down at the Russian.
"Shut up." Price grunted through gritted teeth, his breaths coming out as short gasps. He pushed at Makarov's shoulders, urging the Russian to get on with it.
Makarov smirked. He pulled the front of Price's boxers down, just enough to spring his length free.
"No patience at all, Johnny. Is that any way to behave?" Makakov teased. He licked his lips slowly, gaze locked on Price's face.
Price's face flushed red. He leaned back on his elbows, thighs spread open to allow Makarov more room to kneel.
"I'd behave better if you'd quit teasing." Price said, trying not to sound affected by the Russian's words.
"Where's the fun in that, Johnny?" Makarov asked with a smirk. He brought his face closer to the length of Price, his breath hot against the sensitive skin.
He teased the head with his tongue, licking up a bead of precum that gathered.
Price huffed and looked up at the ceiling, attempting to muffle the whimper that wanted to escape. His thighs trembled slightly.
"Hurry up, you bastard." he mumbled. His hands found their way to Makar's hair, holding on tightly.
Makarov chuckled, his lips closing around the tip. He teased, sucking on the sensitive head.
One of his hands moved to grip, and squeeze, the base. The Russian relished in the noises and gasps Price made, the way the captain's breaths hitched and his hold on Makarov's hair tightened.
Price groaned, his head tilted all the way back. His thighs trembled. One of his hands remained in Makarov's hair while the other gripped the edge of the desk.
"God..." he groaned, his hips moving in a slow, stuttering roll. "Don't tease, please.
Price let out a quiet gasp. His breaths were coming out in short, hot pants.
His hips rocked, pushing up into the hot, wet cavern of Makarov's mouth. The captain's thighs trembled even more as he tried to keep still.
"Can't... can't last much longer..."
Makarov pulled back with a pop. He took in the sight of Price, flushed and debauched, and felt a heat settle in his lower abdomen. He stood, a hand grabbing Price's jaw to force the captain to look up at him.
"You're not going to come from just my mouth." Makarov whispered, his tone commanding.
Price looked up at the Russian with a hazy gaze. He tried to keep his hips still, fighting the urge to push up against Makarov.
"Please," he muttered through gritted teeth, voice hoarse. "Don't tease me, Vova."
The use of that name made Makar's head spin, heat settling in his lower abdomen. He swallowed thickly, his hand still holding Price's jaw.
"If I let you come now..." Makarov started, his voice low as he leaned down. "...you're not going to let me have any fun later... are you, Johnny?"
Price huffed, his hands gripping Makarov's shirt.
"You bastard..." he started, his breaths coming out as panting gasps. "You're such a tease. I want this... *need* this, so badly..."
Makarov's hands moved to grip Price's waist, holding the captain's hips in place to prevent him from rocking into Makarov.
"And you're going to get it," Makarov mumbled, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot below the captain's ear. "But you aren't going to come until I let you. Understand, Johnny?"
Price let out a quiet whine, his hands pulling at Makarov's shirt. He tilted his head, letting the Russian have access to the exposed column of his neck.
"I... I understand... God, please, Vova..." Price mumbled, his thighs trembling.
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