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[cappy_flowers]

Eleven AM.

And he was still in bed.

Surprising, really, seeing as he never sleeps that late.Butch slept blissfully on, snuggled up to the main source of warmth in his bed, another living human being. The flight home from leave had been long, and the short vacation's stress had finally taken its toll on him. He'd done nothing but sleep the entire

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[pvt_church]

...And the occupant slaps back out of instinct, waking up with a volley of colorful cursing. When he realizes Cap is still asleep, he turns over with a grunt and buries his head under his pillow.

[cappy_flowers]

A quiet curse was heard from the owner of the bed, and he rolled onto his stomach, propping himself up on sleepy elbows.

"...g'mornin' to you too, beautiful."

Cap bites him sharply on the back.

[pvt_church]

Church thrashes and turns over with a snarl before he's half awake, stopping before he elbows Cap in the face. He blinks and drops his arm, yawning. "What time is it?"

[cappy_flowers]

Butch ignores all of Church's movements, choosing to instead upon him slightly, wanting the warmth he provides. He rested his head on his private's chest before glancing at a digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed. "S'levin ten..."

[pvt_church]

"Love you too," mumbles Church, slipping back to half-sleep.

[cappy_flowers]

And that's when something warm and wet began to slide down the side of Church's chest...

[pvt_church]

Church cracks open an eye and glances down. "No blanket my ass," he growls, kicking the blanket back upward with his leg so he could reach for it with his arm. Once acquired, he uses it to sop up the drool and rolls Cap's head up a bit, stowing the blanket under his face and letting it roll back down.

[cappy_flowers]

Butch opens an eye sleepily, taking a moment to realize where he's located. "...mornin'," he greets again before moving the blanket out from under him again.

[pvt_church]

Church hisses through his teeth, random muscles along his torso tensing against the bites and buckling at the contact. With the licking against his open wounds, his arms come down to grip handfuls of Butch's hair, his hips involuntarily bucking up at the other's shoulders.

[cappy_flowers]

It sort of felt like Church was trying to pull his hair out, but it only encouraged the blue. Contrary to his previous actions, Butch gently raised Church's hips via wrapping his arms around the Spartan. Ever so slowly, the captain dragged his tongue from the base of his erection to the tip, refusing to speed up his pace.

[pvt_church]

Church writhes to make himself comfortable in Butch's arms, his grip on the hair tightening. The muscles in his legs tense at the touch on his cock, trembling for a second before he relaxes again.

[cappy_flowers]

Loose hair fell into Butch's eyes as he worked, teasing and tempting. Fierce emerald eyes looked in the direction of the squirming private, and it satisfied him that he could have that effect. It was very rare for Butch to get to be at least slightly dominant, if at all, and he reveled in the moment.

[pvt_church]

Church's first instinct is to be as much of a pain in the ass as he can, to see how far Butch will go to try taming him. But it's too early, his boner is aching, and the man is too close to resist. He lets out a half-grumbling sigh, his hands pulling slightly at Butch's hips in frustration. "Fuck me up," he murmurs. "Get inside and try to put my brains out with it."

[cappy_flowers]

And so Church's legs were forced up suddenly, the captain having quickly gotten in front of him and thrown them up and over his shoulders. He leaned forward, making the limbs lean in close to Leo's face.

[pvt_church]

Being flexible and in pretty good shape, Church has no problems with his knees hitting his shoulders. He grins up at his captain as if daring him to try tying Church in a knot.

[cappy_flowers]

Flowers grins back down, eyes alight. He smashed their mouths together, and in the process, pushed in to the hilt.

[pvt_church]

A soft sigh meets Butch's bite, followed by a squeeze to his hips and a quiet chuckle. "You can do better than that," comes Church's husky admonishment into his ear. "If you're gonna fuck me, then fuck me... I don't need my temperature taken."

[cappy_flowers]

Butch replied with a growl deep within his throat as he began to speed up his tempo to a brutal pace. Teeth found their way up to his jaw, biting and sucking. He wanted everyone to see the marks, and know what was going on.

Hell, when did he get so possessive?

Letting go of what was left of the thought of Church's own well being, Flowers continued at his wild post. A hand sneaked in between their bodies, surreptitiously gripping the goatee'd male's length.

[pvt_church]

Church releases Butch's sides, thrusts met with a satisfied series of grunts. He doesn't even have to make an effort at Butch's hand- the torrent of pumping moves him against it, friction heating his nerves. The assault on his jawline elicits a low moan, and his hands scrabble up Butch's arms to grip his hair again, pulling his face around so Church can bite at and breathe into his ear.

[cappy_flowers]

A low moan fell from Butch's lips as he continued pumping and thrusting, moving the side of his face against Church's mouth, leaning down slightly to kiss any available skin he can find.

"Feel like 'm on fire..."

Remembering one of Church's previous requests, he grabs Leo's chin and forcefully pushes it to the opposite side, and bites his ear back roughly, before nosing the shell of it. "Said you wanted to hear me talk..." he grunted, starting to thrust harder. "...right?"