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Kazuhira Miller noticed things about Snake–Big Boss–that no one else did. From his smoking habits and the exact kind of cigars he enjoyed, to the way that his posture would change ever so slightly when he was focused. Of course, these were miniscule things that would be overlooked by most, but to Kaz, it felt like he needed to figure this man out—it felt like he needed to map out every detail of Snake and commit it to memory.
To say that he admired Snake would be an understatement. From the moment he “saved” his life, Kaz waking up in some shitty medical tent god knows where, to the late night talks he’d have with his boss, strolling along the beach or sharing a smoke over some playful banter, Kaz considered the man his best friend and someone he could confide in.
But he couldn’t ever shake the subconscious butterflies in his stomach whenever his boss’ touch lingered on his shoulder for longer than it should’ve.
He tried his best to ignore it and push it down, locking it inside some far part of his mind where he wouldn’t have to think about it, but every time every thought would circle back to Snake. Be it getting sucked off in some dingy bar, with some drunk girl on her knees in the bathroom, or the late nights that he spent in his room pleasuring himself…he couldn’t help his mind drifting to the idea of Snake touching his body, lips on his neck, hand in his pants, both of them hiding behind a wall while the men trained nearby; Snake would clamp a hand over his mouth, trying to hush Kaz as he moaned and whimpered every time his other hand massaged him in just the right area.
Kaz cursed himself out for these thoughts—these unnatural and abhorrent thoughts. He wasn’t gay, right? Of course not, he’s fucked more women than he can event count at this point. He was a playboy, a womanizer. He’d gawk at every fine pair of ass and tits that would pass him by. But even still, none of that would compare to seeing Snake naked in the showers, his eyes glancing down to his—
Focus, Kaz. He muttered to himself.
There was a stack of papers littered across his desk; intel files, notepads filled to the brim with phone numbers, a flyer advertising some strip club he had passed a few weeks ago (to which he made a mental note to visit soon), and something that resembled a list of recent spendings.
God, he doesn’t even know the last time he took a break.
“Commander Miller never sleeps!”
“Does Commander ever stop working?”
All little blurbs that were spoken half-jokingly, but Kaz wondered how much of it was actually true.
He checked the clock on the wall; 11:37 p.m.
He should really get some sleep, but he didn’t because he just couldn’t.
The sound of the door handle fidgeting snapped the commander out of his own thoughts, before the man of the hour appeared before him. Kaz didn’t bother to look up from the desk; he recognized that gait anywhere, his heavy footsteps a sound he’s grown accustomed to.
“You’re still up?” Snake asked. His voice was gravelly, low, and rough.
He’s probably been up for a while too, Kaz thought.
And with his grand entrance, the heavy smell of cigar smoke hit him. Kaz wrinkled his nose a bit and forced a smile. He wanted to be left alone to his self-pity, not speak to the man he was currently having a crisis over.
“Hey, Boss.”
Snake, of course, invited himself in, and sat across from Kaz, who now leaned back in his chair. The leather squeaked as it leaned and he took his sunglasses off, set them down on the table, and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.
“Aren’t you supposed to be getting your beauty rest?”
“Can’t sleep.”
There was an uncomfortable pause as the boss eventually stood and walked behind the blond. His hands rested on Kaz’s shoulders, before gently kneading at the flesh under them.
“You overwork yourself, you know?” Snake sighed. “I hear it in your voice, Kaz. The men have noticed too.”
Kaz forced a laugh. “Is that your way of telling me I should smile more, Boss?”
“It’s my way of telling you that I know something’s up.”
His blood went cold and Kaz stifled a breath. “Nothing’s wrong, Snake.” The emphasis on ‘nothing’ burning his throat after he said it. God, he shouldn’t be giving his boss this kind of attitude, but at this point, Snake is getting on his nerves. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, Snake. I…I didn’t mean to bitch at you like that. I guess I am just tired.”
“Don’t lie to me. You think I don’t notice?” Snake growled, resting his hands on Kaz’s chest now and leaning forward. Kaz tried to squeak out a reply, but his throat closed up and it felt like the air had been knocked right out of his lungs.
“It’s nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.”
Kaz stood up, visibly upset. “Fine. You want an answer? I’ll give you a fucking answer then.”
It all happened in an instant; Kaz had crashed his lips into Snake’s, groaning at finally getting this shit off of his chest. God, he’d been waiting for this. Snake’s lips were chapped and his mouth tasted heavily of those Cuban cigars he loved—with the faintest hint of whiskey lingering as he pulled back.
What was Snake going to think? Oh my commanding officer is a fucking queer? He should just shoot him on the spot. But he knew Snake, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of death. He deprived him of it once, it was only logical that he would do it again.
“I want you, Snake. That’s your goddamn answer.” He felt like retching, doubling over and hacking up his anxiety.
“You’re pathetic, Kaz.” Snake huffed.
There it was. He felt disgusting, predatory even, for feeling this way about Big Boss, his commander, his friend.
Defeated, he nodded his head. “I know.”
He gasped when Snake suddenly grabbed his chin, forcing him to face him. “Look at me. You really think I didn’t know? You’ve got a way with words but your body language told me everything you didn’t. You’re not exactly…subtle.”
“I’m sorry, Boss. I’m sorry.”
“Kaz.”
“I know it’s wrong, I know I shouldn’t be thinking this way–”
“Kaz.”
“--and I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re thinking–”
“Kazuhira Miller.” That caught his attention. “That’s enough already.”
Everything in his body ached; he just wanted to be held. He just wanted Snake. Nothing, no amount of women, nobody he’s ever fucked could even compare to how bad he wanted this man to touch him, do anything to him.
Touch me, Boss. Tell me how sexy I look beneath you. Show me how much of a beast you are as you bend me over my own desk.
He sighed, not even wanting to bother fighting. Snake knew, and that was that. What he didn’t expect, however, was his boss putting a hand up to his cheek and softening his expression. His thumb brushed over Kaz’s lips, which were slightly parted, and he hummed gleefully, like he was examining something awe-worthy. Baby-blue eyes looked at Snake with a mix of fear and anticipation.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that? Now I see why all those women want you between their legs.”
“Boss, what?--”
Snake immediately cut him off with a rough kiss, resorting to biting his bottom lip and tugging. Kaz groaned and his hands found their way to Snake’s back, pulling him in closer. Fuck, it was finally happening. A strained moan left his mouth once Snake began licking his mouth, then his jaw, pulling down Kaz’s yellow scarf, then finally arriving at his neck. He found that sweet spot just at the junction of his shoulder and jugular and took a deep bite, before settling down and sucking.
Thank god he wore that stupid ascot, with how hungrily Snake was on his throat, the hickey that would form would be impossible to hide.
“Holy shit…calm down, big guy,” Kaz nervously laughed. The former didn’t respond, only growling, proceeding to clamp his teeth down even harder this time, drawing blood. “Ow, fuck! Careful with what you’re doing!”
One of Snake’s hands groped at his behind as he began lapping up the blood that surfaced. He massaged the soft flesh before playfully slapping it. “Mm, nice ass, Kaz.” He chuckled.
“You’re making me blush, Snake.”
“Good.”
He ever so slightly rocked his hips forward, pressing the growing bulge in his pants up against Kaz’s crotch. The blond whimpered and mindlessly began rutting against his boss. Twitching to life as his sensitive crotch was rubbed, and against his boss of all people, the head of his cock was dribbling with arousal, and Kaz started bucking back against him.
“Boss, fuck. I’m leaking, I can’t—please. I’m gonna ruin my pants.” Kaz’s hips were bucking needily against Snake, burying his face in his neck. “I need you, I need you so bad.”
Snake smelled so intoxicating to Kaz, musky, ashy, and all of it went straight to his groan. His swollen, red tip burning from the sheer need. Hot, sticky precum coated his briefs, which were suffocating his cock now that he was hard. It throbbed with every clothed thrust and Kaz let out a prolonged groan, pressing Snake’s hips into his more, seeking out the sweet, delicious friction to satiate him.
“Shh, you’re so needy.”
The bigger man flipped Kaz around so fast that his head was spinning. His face hit the desk as Snake wrapped both arms around his lower abdomen. He leaned down and bit into Kaz’s neck, humping and bending him over like a fucking animal. The bulge in his boss’ pants pressed and rubbing against his ass had him wanting to palm himself. When he finally did, it felt like his mind was practically swimming from stimulation; an erection against his back and his hand on his own.
He gently cupped himself in his hand, applying pressure then lifting, rubbing, and massaging. He deftly clawed at his fly, hurrying to unzip and pull his cock from his boxers. A small blush crept across his cheeks as his erection was finally put into perspective: flush and pink head smeared in his own fluids, hard, rigid, stiff, and swollen shaft pressed between the desk’s edge and his own belly.
Snake opened his legs a little more with a nudge to the ankles and growled directly into his ear.
“Kaz…ever had fingers up your ass?”
“Boss, what?”
“You heard me. I can’t just go in raw, I’ve got to prep you.”
“I mean—I guess.” Kaz laughed nervously. “Yeah, I’ve fingered myself thinking about you….” The second part was much quieter. “There’s, uh, lube in the 2nd drawer on the left.”
Snake hummed in acknowledgment and grabbed the lube. He clicked open the cap and poured some generously onto his fingers. Kaz, bent over the desk, wiggled his ass invitingly and playfully, before Snake placed a hand onto his rear.
“I’ll be gentle.” Snake purred. He spread the other’s ass and circled the rim with a cold thumb. Slowly, he teased and pressed the pad down, Kaz jolting at the sudden stimulation. Snake then stuck the tip of his middle finger into his hole, gently pushing in to a thick knuckle.
Immediately, the commander arched his back and tried to squirm away, but Snake quickly slammed his free hand onto the small of his back to hold him down. “Relax. The more tense you are, the worse it will be.”
Snake’s finger was so thick and calloused from years of work. The rough but smooth texture against his warm inside resulted in his cock leaking small beads of precum onto the floor.
“Shit, Snake. Put another in, please.”
His wish a command, Snake inserted a second finger, slowly scissoring them open and shut, while slowly thrusting them in. “Atta boy, open yourself up for me.”
Three fingers, however, made Kaz groan out in pleasure. He’d only ever use two, and even still, his fingers were nowhere near as long and thick as his boss’. Thrusts turned into curls, and eventually he curled them at a certain angle that made Kaz choke on his own spit. Snake had rammed three fingers directly onto his prostate, humming in approval at the reaction before massaging that sensitive spot.
“Boss, It’s too much already—Pull out, pull out, fuck.”
A hearty laugh left Snake as he withdrew his fingers, shocked at how fast Kaz was getting off. “Already?”
“I can’t help it, I’ve been waiting so long for this.”
He playfully slapped Kaz’s ass, who gasped at how empty he felt.
“Put it in, Boss. I’m ready.”
With that, Snake held his cock in one hand, and steadied himself with the other. The fat tip prodded his ass and he gently rubbed his length up and down his ass, precum and lube smearing all over.
He finally pushed in and Kaz hissed, gripping the table. He clenched hard around Snake, who had to push past the resistance. It was agonizing, the straight up burning pain in his ass—the sudden stretch catching him off guard.
Now he knows why they call him Big Boss.
He bit down on his hand, trying to stifle his moans, but the more Snake inched and pushed into him, the more whines left his mouth. Once he reached the hilt, Kaz moaned out in pleasure and Snake quickly muffled him with his hand.
“Shut up. It’s late, the men are sleeping. Can’t let them know their Commander is taking it up the ass like the sluts he fucks, right?”
The pain, thankfully, began to subside into a dull ache, but god, the sensation of being stuffed to the brim with a man’s dick balls-deep inside him made him want more. The sensation was one like no other. Some sort of unrelenting pressure that he couldn’t will away, one that spread nothing but heat across his body. He had also become hyperaware of the feeling of every vein and subtle throb inside of him as Snake adjusted to the tightness.
His boss began to rock back and forth, giving a few experimental thrusts, and he had to put his weight onto Kaz to steady both of them, as the latter wouldn’t stop trying to move away.
“Oh my fucking god, Snake…you’re—hgnh—huge…”
With each of Snake’s thrusts, a guttural and pained groan escaped from Kaz’s drooling lips. He’s never made THAT sound before, and was shocked that he could even make such a primal and whorish noise.
“Heh, but I think you’re doing so good, Kaz. Don’t you agree?”
“Snake….” Kaz hissed.
The commander, although experienced in bed, had never had sex with a man before.
He’s fucked countless women, hell, he’s even done anal with women. He’s even given a fair share of hand and blowjobs to the soldiers around base, but Kaz has never been on the receiving side of getting fucked. He babbled, struggling to get a single word off his mouth that wasn’t some choked off whine.
Tears had begun to well in his eyes and roll down his rosy cheeks.
“Relax, Kaz. You’re alright, I’ve got you.”
Snake began to pick up the pace a bit, holding Kaz as steady as he’d let him, and continued picking up until he had a set speed. The blond’s face pressed against the cold wood, drool beginning to pool by his cheek in tandem with the sobs he managed to choke out with every thrust.
“God, Kaz. You moan like a pornstar. Maybe you and I should star in one sometime.” Snake smirked.
His boss wasn’t normally the vocal type of guy, tending to keep to himself whenever they’d have a heart to heart. But he was practically the opposite right now, leaving bruises on his hips, fucking into him, and growling like a fucking dog. Something about how Snake wasn’t as quiet anymore—how he was full on moaning for Kaz, being so so noisy—made some pride swell in his chest knowing that he was the sole reason. No one else could make his boss, his Snake, feel like this.
Snake abruptly pulled out and threw his bandana off before grabbing Kaz and flipping him onto his back. He felt butterflies in his stomach when Snake huffed, laughing and shaking his head at how utterly disheveled Kaz looked. It was cute, in whatever kind of way you could describe such a beast like Snake to be “cute”.
He slipped his cock back into the blond as his mouth found its way to his left nipple. His tongue lolled out and rolled over the sensitive bud, earning a shudder and whimper from Kaz as he indulged him a little more. Licking became biting and to soothe him, became sucking. He had to admit, it felt a little weird and very…effeminate…but this wasn’t really the time to focus on the rationality of his feelings. All he cared about was urging Snake to give his other nipple the same amount of attention, cupping his cheeks and coaxing him to the right.
And there it was again, that same exhilarating feeling from the double stimulation of Snake sucking on him and snapping his hips into him at the same time. How he managed to be so composed right now was beyond him, if Kaz were fucking some chick like this, he’d be struggling to keep himself upright.
No other word besides ecstatic could describe how Kaz was feeling. Being treated so roughly, like a cheap slut, initiated a high that no amount of alcohol or cocaine could replicate. It felt like this was what he was made for, to be fucked, to be underneath his boss while he used him like a fleshlight.
Kaz yelped as Snake hooked an arm under his leg and hoisted it above his shoulders. He supported himself on his elbows and looked at Snake before the head of his cock hit that sweet spot.
“Fuck yes, Boss. Right there—harder, baby!”
Snake growled and plunged into him harder, the tip pushing hard against his sensitive prostate. Every hit made Kaz clench around Snake, milking a seductive and sexy growl out of him.
His stomach and ass felt so fucking full as he arched backwards into each hit. It felt so wrong, knowing he was getting his guts rearranged by a guy, but Kaz didn’t seem to mind anymore; he was too cockdrunk to even care. All rational thought and coherence left his mind, leaving only Snake.
Snake. Snake. Snake.
He pulled out, glans catching on the rim, before slamming back in. “You’re so gorgeous, Kaz. I could look at you all day. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Mmm..” Plap.
“I didn’t…I didn’t…didnt think you were into—“ Plap.
“Guys…” Plap.
Each of his sentences was cut off by a slow, hard, deep jolt of his hips.
Snake doubled over, hugging him as he thrust. One of Kaz’s hands absentmindedly made its way to Snake’s hair, stringing his fingers through those messy brown locks, before trailing down his cheek and resting. “Kiss me, Boss.”
He leaned down, sliding their lips together, but this time it was far more tender and gentle. Snake pushed his tongue in, licking the front of Kaz’s teeth, before exploring his mouth further. “Such a pretty face, huh? Look at you taking it like a good boy.”
Switching his kiss from Kaz’s mouth to his cheek, he peppered him in affection. The blond’s mouth was ajar, eyes hazy from lust, face just as flushed as his cock bouncing against his stomach.
“You like being fucked like this, Kaz?”
“Mhm, yeah, I really do…” Kaz hissed as Snake pushed into the hilt, humming. “You’re so fucking big, baby. You feel so good…”
Snake was growling and grunting like a wild animal as he fucked Kaz. Biting. Marking. Claiming. Kaz was his, and he had no problem with that. In this moment, he was nothing more than something for Snake to fuck and fill.
Kaz was practically sobbing at this point with how overwhelming everything was.
“Snake, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”
“Let it out for me, you deserve it.”
“Boss, fuck! I love you!” Kaz cried as he came, body shaking as cum leaked out of his cock and all over Snake and his bellies. His hand quickly shot up to cover his mouth as he realized what he said, and that he said it out loud.
His stomach dropped when Snake didn’t say anything and stopped thrusting, but he keened as his boss’ lips came crashing down on him again, tenderly and with true meaning behind it.
He began thrusting again, all while holding Kaz in his arms. “I love you too, Kaz.” His thrusts were slower now, but deeper, abusing Kaz’s now sensitive prostate. He moaned and buried his face into Snake’s neck. Wrapping his legs around Snake’s waist to deepen everything, their kiss lingered. A string of saliva connected their lips after pulling away, and Snake lifted his eyepatch to scrutinize and observe the man underneath him.
Snake said nothing as his thrusts grew sloppy, he just stared at Kaz, making sweet and eye contact that bordered on adoration for this moment. Finally, Kaz felt a twitch inside him, and Snake buried himself all the way as he filled Kaz up with hot, sticky cum. His cock pulsed with every spurt and he remained in for a few minutes while the two of them caught their breaths.
He pulled out, softening up now, and Kaz groaned around the loss of contact. Cum leaked out of his ass and Snake quickly picked up a tissue from a box nearby. “Let me help you with that.” He wiped everything that leaked out of him and onto the floor. “You did good, Kaz.”
Kaz cringed at the wetness dripping out of him and hid his face in his arms. After Snake finished, he tossed the tissue and placed a hand on Kaz’s head, stroking it reassuringly. He watched as his partner’s chest heaved—he was spent and fucked out.
Not only was his body exhausted, but now he had a soreness in his ass that he knew would linger for a couple of days. Kaz winced as he stood himself up straight and faced his boss. He planted his head into the crook of his neck and sighed. Those same calloused and rough hands caressed his back as Snake pressed surprisingly gentle kisses onto the top of his head.
His newfound limp was going to be hard to explain.