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Kaz is methodical with his seduction.
He always has a plan, and a backup plan if the first one fails (and a backup plan for the backup plan… but he’s only had to resort to that once.) He’s almost calculated about it, years of flirting letting him hone his skills, to be able to charm the pants off of anyone.
A relaxed facade as he lets the girls eat out of the palm of his hand. Hell he’s like that even with Snake– a sly smirk on his face as he presses all the right buttons to get his way. Even when Snake is chokeslamming him into the ground, Kaz is one really in control.
Except this time.
Kaz wasn’t trying to seduce his boss, so he doesn’t have his precious plan (and especially not his safety net backups) to save him.
He’s not in control.
So he’s limp in Snake’s grasp, letting himself be basically dragged across the base by his scarf, knowing from experience that putting up a fight just makes it worse. Kaz’s heartbeat is thunderous in his ears, each thump matching the stomp of Snake’s boots as he walks them both to his quarters– Kaz occasionally stumbling over his feet trying to keep up.
Kaz gulps, anxiety crashing over his body in waves. He feels like he’s being carried by a hungry predator, squirming fruitlessly in its jaw as he’s carried back to its cave, about to be eaten whole.
Maybe the romper was a bad idea.
He bought it as a joke, the skimpy uniform catching his eye when he was flipping through a supply catalog. Why a military organization would want to have their soldiers running around in short little rompers, Kaz has no idea. It’s not like he ever really planned on actually wearing it, but it’s so goddamn hot today, Kaz was worried he would genuinely melt into a puddle if he wore his regular uniform.
And besides, the short inseam lets him show off his legs.
He’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realize they’re finally at Snake’s quarters. He lets out an undignified noise as he’s pushed into the room, Snake’s hand firm on his lower back. Boss closes the door behind them slowly, gently, like he doesn’t want to break it– all Kaz can think about is how he knows he won’t be spared the same grace.
Boss' grip on his arm is sudden and rough, the world spinning for Kaz as he’s manhandled, thrown over Snake’s lap as the older man sits on the edge of his bed.
Kaz lets out a laugh– nervous, trying and failing to hide how hard he’s breathing after being thrown over Boss’ lap. He’s fidgeting, feet swinging as they dangle ever so slightly, the toes of his boots dragging on the floor. Snake is dangerously silent, like a wild animal about to pounce.
His calloused fingers run under the hem of Kaz’s romper precisely, like he’s inspecting a gun.
“So, what’s with the whore outfit?” Snake questions, voice almost distracted as his fingers continue to roam.
“Boss-” Kaz whines out, offended. “It’s just hot outside.”
Snake breathes out sharply through his nose– it could almost be mistaken for a laugh, but Kaz knows he doesn’t find any of this funny. He grabs Kaz’s ass over the romper, the thin fabric wrinkling in his grasp as he squeezes, kneading the flesh almost possessively.
Kaz feels dizzy.
“Hot outside, huh?” He tilts his head when he asks, giving the younger’s ass another rough squeeze. “Then how come all of the other recruits are still in their regular uniforms?”
Kaz doesn’t answer, suddenly finding the pattern of the floor more interesting than Snake’s question.
“Why are you the only one running around the base dressed like a fucking slut? ” Snake presses. His hand draws back before Kaz can try and form any kind of answer, a crack resonating through the room as he slaps Kaz’s ass. Hard.
No warm up, no love taps, just pain.
Fuck.
Kaz rocks forward with the force, mouth slightly open in shock at the fact his boss just spanked him. He can’t even start to process it before Snake’s hand comes down again on the same cheek, somehow harder than before. Kaz can’t help but let out a yelp, face scrunching as he feels white hot pain radiate from his ass.
“You haven’t answered me, Kaz.” Boss scolds, his hand hovering over Kaz’s backside, warning him. Kaz gulps, brain so scrambled from Snake’s actions he can’t even begin to think of an answer.
Snake spanks him again, two quick smacks in succession on his right cheek this time. Kaz groans softly and squirms in his lap, trying to crawl away from the pain, but all that does is annoy Snake more, the older man using his free arm to press on Kaz’s back, keeping him in place.
“Kaz.” He warns again, his voice dark with something malicious swirling under the surface that Kaz can’t quite place. He can feel himself start to sweat, skin growing uncomfortably clammy with nerves. He’s pissed Snake off countless times, annoyed grunts and eyerolls becoming a common form of communication between the two men.
But this feels different.
And it’s making a weird feeling worm its way through Kaz’s nervous system, riding through his veins right behind the sick pleasure that always blossoms inside him from his boss smacking him around.
He doesn’t know how to answer– doesn’t know what fucking answer could possibly please Snake, so he keeps his mouth shut.
As Boss throws him off his lap onto the neatly made bed, Kaz realizes that was the wrong decision.
Kaz barely has time to recover from getting tossed around before he’s being manhandled again. Snake grabs his legs, pulling him up and almost folding the other man in half. He lets out a groan with the stretch, his body almost being pushed to the limit.
“Have an answer for me, yet?” Snake asks, and Kaz can’t help but notice how affected his boss sounds. His breathing, usually calm and steady, is stilted. Everything about this entire interaction feels off. Strange. Snake is weirdly riled up and Kaz doesn’t know what the hell is going on.
Kaz’s eyes widen as he sees the glint of Snake’s knife, the older man pulling it out of its sheath with a practiced ease. His heart rate picks up slightly as he follows Snake's movements, the knife slowly making its way to Kaz’s ass. The tip of the blade drags on the romper and Kaz’s breath stills in his throat.
Snake’s knife makes quick work of the fabric, cutting a hole just large enough for Snake to get his fingers into and pull, the seams immediately giving way, ripping an opening.
Kaz isn’t wearing underwear. Of course. Snake doesn’t even comment on it, choosing instead to grab his hips and pull him even higher up, his hot breath ghosting against the curve of Kaz’s ass. The blonde opens his mouth to ask his boss what his plan was, having Kaz in this position, but before he can even open his mouth, Snake spreads him open and licks.
He lets out a small gasp, jolting at the sensation. The feeling is familiar yet foreign at the same time. He squirms a bit in Snake’s grasp, not sure if he likes it yet.
Boss continues, kissing and licking, tongue dipping into Kaz’s hole just enough to tease him and slowly, Kaz is realizing he likes this. He likes it a lot.
Every swipe of Snake’s tongue on his hole is starting to make Kaz’s brain feel like it’s leaking out of his ears, every thought being replaced with a constant stream of “boss, boss, boss, boss!”.
Snake’s grip on his ass is possessive, rough, and under the haze of arousal Kaz almost feels embarrassed– being spread open like this, hole wet and sloppy from his boss’s saliva. It hurts, the flesh still raw from the spankings, skin flushed, hot, and Snake somehow knows exactly how to squeeze his fingers to make Kaz hiss in pain.
Snake buries his face deeper and Kaz can’t help but scrunch his face at the feeling of his beard rubbing against his ass, coarse hairs dragging against the soft, untanned skin. It almost burns, in a slightly addictive way, the feeling reminding the blonde of when Snake holds him down to nuzzle their faces together– more as a way of annoying Kaz than showing intimacy.
Kaz feels like he can’t breathe, like all the oxygen’s been sucked out of the room, leaving him gasping for air, desperate. Snake hooks his thumb inside, stretching Kaz’s hole ever so slightly, just enough to make the blonde’s breath hitch.
He looks up at his boss, eyes slightly unfocused– dizzy with pleasure, only to see Snake sitting back up and glaring back at him, boring a hole in his skull. Kaz gulps, the anxiety from before coming back in full force, blanketing his entire nervous system.
He waits for Snake to make a quip, to grunt, do anything . But he’s silent, plump lips pressed into a thin line as slips his thumb out of Kaz's hole, letting the pad catch and tug on the rim for a brief moment. The air between them feels so heavy, and Kaz still can’t figure out why.
“Stupid fucking thing.” Snake finally speaks as he tears the hole in Kaz’s romper bigger, the obscenely loud ripping of the cheap fabric almost muffling his already quiet muttering.
Kaz furrows his brow.
“Aw, c’mon, do you hate it that much?” He’s mostly joking, but deep down Kaz feels a little slighted that his boss didn’t go crazy for him in such a slutty outfit.
Snake lets out a heavy sigh and Kaz can’t help but smile sheepishly in response. Maybe he should stop pushing his luck.
“I don’t need my second in command running around with his ass half out.” He finally grunts, annoyed he had to spell it out for Kaz.
Kaz blinks up at Snake, watching his chest rise and fall, noticeably faster than it normally does during their fucked up little foreplay sessions.
It all clicks into place suddenly– the extra rough treatment, Snake’s weird mood, and with what he just said, it all makes sense to him now.
“You’re jealous! ” Kaz is incredulous, breathing out a laugh at the way Snake’s expression falters for a split second at the accusation.
“Don’t be stupid, Miller.” He scolds, voice rough, and Kaz feels the playful energy start to drain from his body at his tone. But now Kaz knows he’s right– he’s hit the nail on the head so Snake is lashing out at him like a wounded animal.
So he doubles down.
“You don’t want anyone else seeing your second in command like this?” He taunts. “You don’t like everyone’s eyes on me, boss?”
Snake’s breath hitches and Kaz smirks.
“I bet it was making you so mad.” Kaz is grinning ear to ear. “Maybe I should order more, make it my new unif–”
He’s cut off by the feeling of Snake plunging two fingers inside, aiming deliberately for his prostate. It's rough, it hurts. It’s almost too much, the spit only barely aiding the slide as Snake’s thick fingers pry him open.
Kaz can’t help but let out a broken moan, trying to ignore that all the control he fought for just got ripped out of his hands in seconds .
“Do you want me to be jealous, Kaz?” Snake presses, using the same firm, no-nonsense voice he uses when he’s talking to the recruits.
Kaz can barely process the question, too busy feeling raw arousal shooting through his entire body each time the pad of Snake’s fingers so much as brushes against his prostate. Does he want Snake to be jealous? Something about the thought of it makes something burn deep within Kaz, even if he doesn’t want to admit it– being claimed like property, Snake’s property.
“That would inflate the hell out of your ego, wouldn’t it?” His tone has shifted, taking on the same smugness Kaz had just moments prior. He leans in closer, his voice a low growl. “The thought of me angry? Clenching my fist as I watch you parade yourself around the base in a tight little outfit? Wanting nothing more than to grab you by the back of your neck, throw you over the railing and fuck you in front of all the recruits? Show them who you belong to?”
Kaz lets out a shocked noise, baby blue eyes widening under his sunglasses, but as much as he tries to deny it, the way his breath hitches at Snake’s questions are obvious. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, desperately searching for the words to defend himself. Something, anything. He finally opens his mouth to speak, but Snake talks over him.
“Is that why you wore this?” He gestures at Kaz’s now torn romper, using his free hand to pull at the green fabric.
“No!” Kaz argues back, swallowing harshly. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to focus all his energy on forming coherent sentences as Snake continues to abuse his prostate, his large fingers occasionally scissoring, methodically stretching Kaz open. Kaz’s mind starts racing, thoughts spinning and swirling around in his head.
“I already told you, Snake, it’s just… hot today.” He trails off, his argument feeling less and less convincing. Snake chuckles at Kaz’s faltering demeanor and pulls his fingers from the blonde's stretched hole, deciding he’s prepared enough.
“That’s all, huh?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, unfolding and repositioning Kaz slightly, his ass in Snake’s lap now.
“You weren’t trying to get my attention or anything?” Snake continues to tease, slapping his dick against Kaz’s ass, smirking when Kaz flinches at the contact. He does it again, purposely smearing precum on his skin.
Kaz’s eyes search all over the room, looking for an answer, an excuse. He can feel his stomach start to tie itself in knots, embarrassment creeping up on him, washing over him like a warm ocean wave.
He lines his dick up with Kaz’s hole, the blunt tip pressing in just slightly, just enough to make Kaz whine and squirm. Snake chuckles softly at his desperation, the younger always so eager to get to the good part.
Kaz reaches his hands up to each side of his head, tightly gripping onto the pillow as Snake starts to push inside slowly, almost agonizingly slow as Kaz’s walls stretch around the intrusion. Kaz is panting, little moans slipping out and his eyebrows furrowed as Boss continues to fill him, burying himself deep inside.
There’s another ripping sound as Snake tears the flimsy fabric of Kaz’s romper even further, the hole in the outfit finally big enough for Kaz’s leaking cock to spring out, twitching as it meets the cool air of the room. Kaz lets out a small whine as a thank you.
Snake buries himself to the hilt, hips stilling and both men let out a long, drawn out groan at the feeling.
“I– fuck -” Kaz isn’t even sure what he’s trying to say, he’s talking just to talk at this point, and Boss pays him no mind, pulling his dick halfway out of Kaz’s tight heat before snapping his hips forward, Kaz letting out a yelp at the sensation, arching halfway off the bed. He keeps at that pace, both of them breathing heavily, chests heaving.
It feels good.
Being fucked by Snake always feels good, but something about the way he’s moving this time is making Kaz’s head spin. He’s fucking Kaz like he’s making a point. Like has something to prove. Kaz feels like he’s gonna tear the pillow in half with how hard he’s gripping it, teeth bared as he tries to keep his mind from snapping in half at the constant onslaught of pleasure.
Snake’s thrusts slow down to a languid pace and he leans in, draping himself over Kaz. The scruff of his beard scratches Kaz’s cheek lightly, gently, almost like a caress.
“I am jealous,” He admits, his voice a low growl in the blonde’s ear and Kaz gasps– whether it’s from the confession itself or the fact Snake confessed something to him at all, he isn’t sure. Kaz's head is reeling, mind spinning and swirling trying to take everything in. Snake’s confession is making something ignite deep in his gut, a basal feeling he can’t explain.
“No one else needs to see you like that.” Snake continues, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of Kaz’s neck, biting just hard enough to make Kaz hiss in pain, tightening up around Snake’s dick, his heels digging into the mattress.
Snake has never been a possessive man, at least not from what Kaz could tell. He never seemed jealous, always giving off the impression that he was above those kinds of emotions– like they could never affect someone like him. So to make Kaz feel like he’s the exception, like Snake feels something so strong for Kaz, it overrides his usual emotional control…
It does, in fact, inflate the hell out of his ego.
He wants to gloat, brag in Snake’s face that he was right, but the head of Snake’s cock is pressing against Kaz’s prostate so incessantly, Kaz can’t focus on anything else, his mind starting to fog over at the pure pleasure being shot through his nervous system.
Boss’ pace suddenly changes, his hips drawing all the way back before immediately slamming back in, Kaz gasping out a broken moan at the breakneck change in speed and intensity. Kaz’s moans are tumbling out of him now, the blonde powerless to stop them, his noises rising in pitch with each snap of Snake’s hips.
Kaz almost wants to try and squirm away, the pleasure starting to bleed over into being too much . The nonstop pleasure coupled with the overstimulation from Boss’s crotch slapping against his ass, still sore from being spanked, are causing tears to start welling up in Kaz’s eyes, threatening to spill over any second.
Boss’ calloused hand engulfing his leaking dick is his last straw, eyes rolling back in his head as just a few strokes sends him over the edge– spilling his load over Snake’s fist.
Snake lets out a low moan in response, his pace faltering slightly as Kaz squeezes down on his cock like a vice while he cums. He pulls back from Kaz’s ear, straightening up and digging his fingers into Kaz’s side to keep himself under control, drawing a whimper out of the blonde. His thrusts intensify, Kaz’s soft whines of overstimulation starting to be drowned out by the increasingly loud sound of skin slapping together.
Boss reaches a hand out, softly caressing Kaz’s cheek before gripping onto his jaw so hard Kaz feels like the bones are about to shatter. His thrusts start to grow erratic and Kaz knows his boss is close.
“You’re mine, Kaz.” He growls out as he keeps Kaz’s jaw tight in his grasp, his stare cutting right through Kaz’s dark sunglasses, through his playboy facade, and past every single one of his layers he keeps up to protect himself. Kaz gasps like he just got stabbed.
He wants to argue, bite back that he doesn’t belong to anyone, that he’s slept his way through this base more than enough times for it to be stupid for anyone to try to claim him.
But he doesn’t say anything.
Because deep down he knows Snake is right.
“Ever since I knocked you on your ass in Colombia,” Snake continues, his voice starting to come out slightly choked with the effort, speaking through his teeth. “You’ve been mine.”
He lets out a groan as he finally cums, hips twitching as he pumps Kaz’s ass full, Kaz letting out a low moan at the feeling, warmth pooling inside him. His mind still spinning from what Boss said, and how it made an emotion he’s never felt before burst inside of his chest, his heart clenching in a way he didn’t think was possible.
Both men pant, bodies sweaty, clammy, as they come down from their shared high. Snake grabs onto the ripped fabric of Kaz’s romper, inspecting it in his hand, feeling the material between his fingers. He pauses for a moment, like he’s making an important decision.
“Order more of these– at least a week's work.” He instructs plainly, like he’s asking Kaz to procure more ammo.
“Sure thing, boss.” Kaz sighs out, a sly smile on his face.