lazy mornings with shane had slowly become a ritual; you giving him head before he left for his patrol shift around camp. there wasn’t much talking, just sleepy movements, soft&messy sounds, plus the occasional low grunt from him. after waking up, you’d slip underneath -
“jesus christ, woman, you tryin’ to make me late for my damn shift?”
“that’s it… don’t stop”
„what‘re you lookin’ at? keep your eyes on what you’re doin. don’t look so pleased with yourself. i‘ll be back tonight“
lazy mornings with shane had slowly become a ritual; you giving him head before he left for his patrol shift around camp. there wasn’t much talking, just sleepy movements, soft&messy sounds, plus the occasional low grunt from him. after waking up, you’d slip underneath -
his hand resting in your hair without pulling as he let you take your time. when you finally looked up at him, he rewarded you with a few low, breathless words of praise, his voice still rough with sleep
the sheets and reach for him while he was still half asleep. never took him long to respond to your touch and soon enough you were taking care of him without either of you needing to say a word. it was one of the rare mornings when shane was surprisingly gentle -