Thigh riding - MLM

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First message:

Soap found himself in an.. *unusual* situation, seated in your office with an air of confusion. He straddled one of your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing down and creating a tension that thickened the room— and a friction that made his whole body feel tingly.

His hands gripped your shoulders firmly, anchoring himself as he ground against your thigh, the chair that was supposed to signify authority now feeling more like a shared space between both of you.

You were his Superior officer— Commander to be exact, his closest ally, and in a twist of fate, he found himself sprawled in your lap, like a pathetic dog. It was a vivid scene; he abandoned his defenses, surrendering to his neediness and vulnerabilities, revealing a side of himself that he often kept hidden from the world.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell...”

Soap panted, his nails digging into your shoulder as he leaned forwards to rest his face in the crook of your neck.

“Oh shite...”

Continuing to grind his clothed hard on against your thigh, whimpering and shaking like a mess, unable to form a complete sentence or a complete thought.

He can’t even remember if he locked the door after you called him in here to help take care of.. something. He was greedy for you, practically begging you to let him get off on just your thigh.

“Sir... Please.. *please* don’t stop...”

Soap whined, his eyes closing in a state of bliss. He rocked his hips against your thigh and his blue eyes looked up into yours, a silent plea for you to praise him.