#ch: santiago

[fortunetellsrp]

@mightymcrphing contd. from here

Santigo’s face was flushed and spit-slicked, hands pushing Conner’s cheeks apart to lap and tongue at his hole, pushing it in as deep as he could before frenching his pucker like he was in love. Every little sound was encouragement enough to keep going, his cock throbbed and his own hole twitched with need, but he was focused on pleasing Conner for now. Moaning happily at the hand on his hair. He was far more used to being on the receiving end of this type of attention, but Conner was specific on what he wanted and Santiago was more than happy to provide.

[kingofdirtandnothing]

@polyfacetious​ didn’t ask for this and yet

They’re holed up in Cuilapa, waiting for orders. Redfly has been pacing the damn floor for an hour now, Ironhead and Ben playing cards out on the porch to try and get something like fresh air. 

(And they’re watching the perimeter, in that lazy bullshit way of theirs. They make it look easy.)

And Santiago, he is resolutely not watching Frankie take apart and meticulously clean his rifle, because if he starts thinking about those hands or the way Frankie bites down on the inside of his cheek when he’s focusing, then things are going to get real fucking awkward.

It happened to everyone, they said. You caught feelings for your CO because he was your lifeline in the field. It’ll pass, they said. (Ironhead said.)

It wasn’t passing. Not when it came to Fish.

[lagtysantana]

Let's go out to eat tonight.

Sure. Ale too? You’ll have a hard time getting her out of her hole. I mean bedroom. I’ll be back soon, I just went out with Quinn.

[fortunetellsrp]

@tigerincahoots sent “You are my little bitch.”  to Santiago

The words weren’t spoken low, nor were they that far away from other cadets. The blush rising to his cheeks didn’t stop him from agreeing, a simple “Yes, Major.” as if they were discussing the weather as he was led to the man’s office. He was on his knees as soon as the door closed, undoing Kevin’s pants and taking out his still soft cock.

He pressed it into his mouth as soon as it was free, loving to get his major hard inside his mouth. He hadn’t had time to suck him off that day yet, and he’d like to think Kevin needed it as much as he did. 

“Sorry I couldn’t come this morning, Sir.” He muttered, pressing kisses to his shaft, before he buried his face on the man’s pubes, cock pressing against his throat. Gag reflex ignored as he focused on pleasing his superior. “It won’t happen again.” He promised as he pulled out, breathless and hard in his pants as he worshiped Kevin’s shaft.

Kink/nsfw related sentence starters

[kingofdirtandnothing]

polyfacetious asked: voice mail Prompt Meme: (Accepting)

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

It’s pushing two in the morning and Santiago is leaning bodily against an actual fucking phone booth on a dirt road, music spilling out of the bar across the street. 

A couple of 50 centavos pushed into the machine and three rings, and Santiago has to close his eyes to listen to the warm rasp of Fish’s voicemail message. He’s been discharged six months now and the team wasn’t a team anymore, not with Redfly going civvie and Frankie out in the world now too. 

Santiago feels like a spinning top, edging towards the lip of a table, wobbling ever closer to falling off. 

But maybe that’s the cheap Honduran beer on tap talking. 

Just like Santiago was talking. Too sloppy, too low, slipping between English and Spanish with his eyes closed and his forehead pressed against the grimy outer window of the phone booth. 

“You remember that gig in Guatemala?” The job is the last thing Santiago is thinking about, and his jeans are a testament to that. “We were out there to pay off some heroin smuggling scumbag, so that we could kill the competition.” The flag on his shoulder made him feel righteous at the time. Now Santiago just feels stupid. 

“That was the first time you let me suck you off. Before that, it was handjobs in the dark and we never talked about it. Never even kissed. I thought it was just how guys did it overseas. Don’t ask, don’t tell. Right?”

His huff of laughter is bitter. 

“But we got close. I got close. Got nicked on my arm and you got mad at me. Shook me around and told me that somebody had to care about me living. And I hit my knees right there.”

Santiago used to go to church with his mama and his little brother. But no amount of praying felt like finally taking Frankie in his mouth. That was knocking on the gates of heaven.

“Fuck, you tasted so good, Frankie.”

The phone beeps at him. 

Por favor, inserte otra moneda para continuar con la llamada.

Santiago hangs up. 

[lagtysantana]

Yo.

What’s up, Santi?

[lagtysantana]

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I have no plans tonight. Love me.

I do anyway, asshole. Just don't tell anybody that. If you pay for the pizza I'll watch one movie with you. One.

[lagtysantana]

Private: If you find Berry shirtless in my bed, don't kill him. xoxo.

(PM): Fine, I won't shoot your chihuahua-lookalike boyfriend. Yet. I hate you.

[lagtysantana]

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