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“Oh, let me get that for you, Boss.”
Big Boss was very familiar with the loyalty of his men. They all had different ways of expressing their respect for him. Some saluted him. Others bowed to him. The few oddballs on Mother Base begged him for a sparring session, only to moan the moment they were put into a chokehold. The average soldier could usually be categorised into one of these groups. Snake quickly learned that Revolver Ocelot was not the average soldier.
Having known the man for a couple decades now, Snake expected Ocelot to not really care for openly showing his respect, given how catty he was in his twenties. But, ever since the former GRU major joined his cause, he always seemed to pop up out of nowhere whenever John needed anything.
He placed a cigar between his lips? Suddenly there was a soft ‘Clink- Tsk Shhh’ of a lighter. ‘Let me get that for you, Boss.’
He dropped paperwork? Suddenly there were red-gloved hands reaching out for the parchment before Snake could even begin to bend down for them. ‘Let me get that for you, Boss.’
He was eating a burger and he had some sauce on his cheek? Suddenly there was a handkerchief gently wiping at his face. ‘Let me get that for you, Boss.’
He never took Ocelot to be the ‘acts of service’ kind of man, let alone a man who was so eager to please. Yet, he never questioned what he did. He figured it was just his strangely intimate way of showing his respect. Big Boss always just grunted in acknowledgement and let it go.
But now that Ocelot was pointing at his pitched tent after saying those magic words, he wasn’t quite sure if he could just brush this one off…
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Snake had a case of morning wood. With the amount of missions he was going on, he was bound to eventually get pent up from the stress. While waiting for it to go down, he decided to head to the shooting range to blow off some steam.
Bang Bang Bang.
He heard Ocelot before seeing him, the resounding sound of his revolver rounds getting louder as John approached the range. When he opened the heavy metal door, the creaking noise almost drowned out the bullets. Ocelot paid him no mind, keeping his gaze straight ahead as he emptied out the final three shots into a target dummy.
His platinum blonde hair was tucked behind his ear, the side of his concentrated face clear in view. Despite the wrinkles around his eyes and the faint creases in his skin, Ocelot still looked as young as ever to Snake. The only difference he really saw in the younger man was the well kept facial hair decorating his face.
Snake wondered how long it had been since the Russian was on the battlefield. The only action he seemed to get was in target practice, and he always looked captivating whenever he was shooting. Even when he’s not actively trying to grab everyone’s attention, the spotlight always seems to be shining on him anyways. Snake was glad he was here with him- on Mother Base. He wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to train their soldiers.
Cutting off his train of thought, Snake took his position next to Ocelot, taking his pistol out of its holster and aiming it at the target dummies. There was a soft whirr beside him as Ocelot spun his chamber, the empty rounds clinking against the floor, new ones taking their place with practiced speed. There was the clack of a spur as Ocelot turned to his boss. Both men remained silent in the empty range as Snake concentrated on his target, slightly uncomfortable from the feeling of his hard-on in his pants, his index finger tense on the trigger.
Then, he heard those damned words, “Oh, let me get that for you, Boss.”
John chuckled, finally pulling the trigger, the loud bang of his gun ringing in his ears as he shot the target’s head clean off, “What, are you going to shoot my targets for me too, Ocelot?”
“No, I meant that.” He pointed at the erection straining against his boss’ fatigues, “It doesn’t seem to be going down any time soon. I’ll just help you out with it.”
Snake raised his brow, caught off guard by the younger man’s boldness, but not completely opposed to the offer. Leave it to Ocelot to make the most unhinged thing sound reasonable. “You don’t have to do that, Adam,” he grunted out.
Ocelot took a step back, slowly lowering himself to his knees, looking up at Big Boss the whole time. Snake reholstered his pistol and gazed down back at him. Determined, Ocelot placed a gloved hand on John’s hip, “I insist,” accentuating his words with his southern drawl.
“Hhnngg…” Snake hummed quietly, puzzled why he was even considering doing this. It’s not like there was anyone else here, and he only seemed to be getting more aroused by the second, his tent refusing to go down. And Ocelot even insisted, Snake didn’t see why he should say no to him.
Before he could come to a decision, Ocelot was already deftly undoing the intricate straps and belts on his suit, loosening the constricting feel of his uniform. Snake let out a subtle hiss when his pants were finally lowered, shivering at the cool air hitting his well-grown happy trail.
He held his breath, noticing the way Ocelot’s throat bobbed and how he was taking his sweet time, slowly revealing more and more of Snake’s deliciously hard cock. The younger man’s pupils were dilated, excitement glinting in them as he got through the final stretch. Big Boss’ cock sprang out of its confines, almost hitting Ocelot in the face, who was practically drooling at the sight of the dribbling tip. Ocelot placed his glove between his teeth, pulling it off and spitting saliva into his bare palm.
Snake exhaled out a groan when those lithe fingers finally wrapped around his aching dick. It felt more than a little strange seeing Ocelot so mesmerised by him. Not exactly by him, per say- John wasn’t so dense that he never noticed that the Russian liked to give him more attention than you’d ever give to someone platonically- but it was more so the fact that he was mesmerised by his penis. The man just couldn’t tear his eyes away from it, even leaning in to place wet open mouth kisses all over it. Wetting his lips, he stuck his tongue out to lick at the bead of precum leaking out of the purplish tip, moaning eagerly at the salty taste.
Ocelot stroked Snake’s cock, moving his face so he could run his tongue along the underside. Once getting to the tip, he let out a hot exhale against it, getting a moan in return from Snake, “Hannngh…” John ran a hand through the other man’s hair, liking the feel of his smooth blonde locks. Apparently, Ocelot liked it too, a needy purr escaping him as he looked up at Snake through his half-lidded eyes.
Snake felt a hand pulling at his hip, guiding him closer to Ocelot’s open mouth, his pink tongue dangling out, just waiting to get a full taste of his massive, hard rod. The pleading look in his eyes was so clear, not even John could ignore it. Big Boss sighed, moving Ocelot’s head closer to his tip, watching intently as the other man pressed his pretty little lips up to it, kissing it softly before taking it into his hot, wet mouth.
Snake groaned, tightening his grip in Ocelot’s hair as the younger man greedily sucked in more of his length. He watched as his dick slowly disappeared behind those starving lips, trying so hard to not rush the other man. He fought back a thrust when Ocelot started groaning against him, the vibrations only stimulating Snake even more, “F-Fuck…”
Halfway down the shaft, Adam paused, slowly breathing in and out as he got used to the feeling of his mouth being stuffed. Tears pricked at his eyes, and Snake could tell he was having a little trouble taking it in further. Both of Ocelot’s hands rested on the man’s muscular thighs, gripping them as he started pushing further, furrowing his brows from the effort. Snake grit his teeth, panting as he melted into the scorching heat of the constricting throat, on the brink of losing control when Ocelot started swallowing the buildup of saliva around him, “A-Adam… Stop swallowing- shit.”
He couldn’t stop the twitch of his hips, the slight movement setting off Ocelot’s gag reflex, who jerked his head back in surprise. His lips popped off of Snake’s dick, a line of spit connecting them as he gulped in deep breaths, inspecting the member like it was a challenge. As much as he wanted Ocelot to get him off, he didn’t want to hurt the other man. He wiped at those spit-covered lips with his thumb, “It’s fine Adam, I can handle it myself. Don’t push yourself too far.”
Revolver Ocelot was a very determined man, and Snake knew this, so he wasn’t really surprised when he felt the sting of claws digging into the flesh of his thighs, a resolute and fiery look from the man below him as he glared up at him, “Shut. up.” Despite being on his knees, despite the deep red flush on his face, and despite being out of breath from swallowing a thick cock, Adam still acted like he was in control here. That being said, he probably was, with Snake’s leaking erection desperate to plunge into the wet cavern of Ocelot’s mouth again.
With a grumble, Snake didn’t stop the Russian from wrapping his lips around his tip again, swirling his tongue around it before taking it in deeper. Ocelot suddenly started getting a lot more vocal, moaning around the length as he hollowed out his mouth, bobbing his head slowly and using a hand to stroke where his lips couldn’t reach. Snake sighed in pleasure as he was engulfed by that sweltering heat once more, softly petting Ocelot’s head in encouragement.
Ocelot picked up the pace, each movement of his head matched with a sharp flick of the wrist, tears running down the side of his face as he struggled to breathe. John hung his jaw, breathing hard as his orgasm built up in his core with the other man slobbering all over him. Adam’s head moved back and forth like a pigeon, the pace consistent and satisfying, but still not enough for John.
He wanted to thrust into him so bad. He wanted to use him, just how Ocelot wanted him to. He wanted to fuck his throat raw, make him choke until he had to swallow every drop of cum that Snake gave him. John furrowed his brows in concentration, trying so hard to ignore every lewd, cruel thought going through his head. He knew Adam would probably take everything he gave to him, but that didn’t mean he wanted to test that theory. It was almost torturous, having to control himself this much.
Ocelot apparently noticed how much John was holding back, using his hands to pull the older man’s hips closer, silently giving permission to let himself go. Snake moaned softly, experimentally thrusting shallowly into Ocelot’s open mouth, careful not to hit the back of his throat or give him any discomfort. He blinked his eye closed, still exercising immense control to not overwhelm Adam, “Hah… hah…” Ocelot whined around him, practically begging him to just use him, but John just couldn’t do that, “I-I’m sorry, Adam, I- fuck- can’t…”
Ocelot scratched at him in response, clearly trying to get his attention. John winced at the pain, cursing the fact that the other man liked having his nails grown out, but still flickering his eye open to see what Adam was fussing over. Like the show off he is, Ocelot made sure Snake was looking at him before, without warning, slamming his head forward.
John choked on a moan as he was taken all the way to the hilt, hanging his head and seeing stars as Ocelot’s thick nose nuzzled into his pubic hair. The other man’s eyes rolled back into his head, transparent with how much he enjoyed finally having his throat absolutely stuffed. And Snake wasn’t unaffected by it, “God, Adam~”
Ocelot’s face was wet with tears, spit, and precum, that pleading look on his face driving Snake absolutely insane. With the last string of his sanity breaking, Snake growled and, with the death grip in Ocelot’s hair, pulled him off his base. Before Adam could even whine in displeasure, John shoved his dick back into him, ripping a harsh gag out of him. Big Boss huffed out heavy breaths with each thrust, absolutely loving the erotic symphony of the other man’s wet chokes and slurps. The feel of his mouth was far better than any pussy he’s even been in before, his tongue sliding across the underside and gliding over a protruding vein.
Snake didn’t slow down his relentless pace, “This what you wanted, Adam~? To- fuck- take my cock like this? Like a good fucking boy? Is this what you were so desperate for?”
Adam couldn’t even whine. He couldn’t even breathe. All he could do was move a hand to his boss’ hung balls, fondling them as he encouraged the other man to reach his release. And that worked very well for him, with John pressing Ocelot’s head against his groin, keeping it in place as he dug his heels into the ground and threw his head back with a deep groan. John’s release hit him like a truck, his vision blurring as thick ropes of cum shot out of his tip and directly down Ocelot’s throat. He hissed at the feeling of Adam desperately swallowing around him, taking every drop in earnest as he slowly grinded against his face.
Once he was done riding out his ecstatic pleasure, he pulled his soft length out of the man’s mouth, admiring how it was glistening with spit. Ocelot whined hoarsely, lapping at the sensitive tip to coax out every last bit of his reward. Feeling oversensitive, Snake lightly slapped Ocelot's wet cheek, “Hnngh… That’s enough now, Adam.”
He wasn’t quite sure if the other man could hear him, his eyes glazed over as he softly pouted, “John…”
The older man sighed, putting himself back in his pants despite the other man whining with need, clearly light headed from the asphyxiation. Snake redid the straps on his uniform under Ocelot’s scrutinizing stare, the man simply gazing at him as he made himself proper. Snake didn’t miss the way the other man ‘discretely’ palmed at his own pitched tent. With a slight smirk, Snake asked, “You want me to get that for you?”
Adam blinked slowly at him, processing his words as he started coming to. John raised a brow when the younger man’s face flushed brightly as he scrambled back to his feet, “Ah- No, that’s okay, Boss. I’ll just- uh… deal with this myself…” Snake watched silently as Ocelot rushed to leave the shooting range, the sound of his spurs following him in his hurry. The metal door slammed shut, the noise loud in the sudden silence of the empty range.
‘He sucks me off, then gets flustered when I ask to return the favour…?’
John huffed a breath, brushing past Ocelot’s strange behaviour and taking a cigar from his pocket, placing it between his lips. He chuckled, realising no one would be helping him with this one, and took his own barely-used lighter. The butt of the cigar glowed red as he lit it, taking a long drag from it to bask in his afterglow…