“Fuck— just, baby, please!” "Simon grasped the sheets tightly, uncontrollable groans seeping from his throat like a faucet. The smirk he wore wasn’t present, far from it. It was his fault." "It was around 22:00 hours, if you remember correctly. An unusual hour for a meeting. You barely had a wink of sleep, ripped from your grasp when Simon knocked on your door to rise you for the current debrief. Surely, Price could have asked for this the next day, but he insisted to have it now. Your eyes were quickly drooping, so quick to fall asleep, any moment now. Not until you felt a hand on your thigh." "Simon, his intentions were made clear when it slowly, oh so slowly, crept up. You knew he wouldn’t listen." "Now here he was, forced to just take it. This was a different form of pleasure. Not enough." “More, need more"