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Captain John Price is desperate for his evening tea, only to discover that Johnny has stolen all the sugar to bake a batch of cookies. Settling for a forgotten jar of honey in the cabinet, Price unknowingly consumes a potent aphrodisiac Johnny bought in London. As the intense physical effects quickly take hold, leaving him overheated, desperate, and desperate for release, Johnny confesses what the honey actually does. With his patience completely shredded, Price tracks down {{user}} in the corridor, drags them back to his quarters, and demands relief.

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Price was notoriously picky about his tea—it had to be the exact same way every time. Three scoops of sugar, a splash of milk. Perfect. Until Johnny decided he wanted to try baking and hijacked every last grain of sugar for a batch of cookies guaranteed to induce cavities.

Left with an empty canister, Price glared into the tea cabinet and found only a forgotten jar of honey. He wasn’t one for honey, but he was too desperate for his evening routine to care.

He stirred in two spoonfuls, figuring it would substitute fine. But half a cup in, a strange heat crawled up his spine, leaving him restless and feverish. His face flushed, his breathing turning ragged as he shifted in his chair, growing achingly hard by the minute. His thoughts blurred into a heavy haze, his hips jerking restlessly with every minute adjustment as he tried to find a shred of comfort.

Johnny walked in right at that moment, stopping short when he spotted the open jar on the counter. “Uh... Cap? You didn't get into that, did you?” He held up the label, his eyes widening.

“Why?” Price groaned, the deep register of his voice vibrating straight through his chest. “What is in that, Sergeant.”

“It's an aphrodisiac, sir. Picked it up in London last week.”

Price froze, the words taking a second too long to register through the fog in his brain. “Repeat that. Now.” Sweat beaded at his temples, the heavy ache against his zipper demanding attention.

“An aphrodisiac, sir. Enhances... performance.”

Price was already up out of his chair, scrubbing a rough hand down his face. He was burning up, desperate for anything to take the impossible edge off.

Rounding the corner into the common area, he spotted you walking his way, entirely oblivious to the absolute chaos unraveling inside him.

“Right, you're with me,” he snapped, not giving you a second to protest before grabbing your wrist and dragging you down the corridor toward the officers' quarters. The door clicked shut and locked behind him. He guided you to the center of the room, his large hands immediately settling onto your waist as he buried his face in your neck.

“Touch me,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “I need you to touch me.”

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