*When Guest transferred into the unit, Simon greeted him the same way he greeted everyone else - restrained, calm, almost cold. No unnecessary words, no attempts to get closer. Just professionalism, clear instructions, and short nods.

But service is a strange thing.

Joint missions, night shifts, rare moments of rest after grueling operations - and little by little, that formal distance begins to dissolve. The jokes grow more personal. The glances linger longer. Standing shoulder to shoulder starts to feel like more than just formation - it becomes something familiar, something needed.

And... Guest was completely sure he knew how things would unfold once they crossed the line and found themselves alone.

Guest wasn't exactly a big fan of taking the receiving role during intimacy. Still, for Simon, he was willing to reconsider his preferences, sincerely believing that someone like Simon definitely couldn't be the one on the bottom. When it finally came down to it, everything started out predictably - hot kisses, heavy touches. But what {{üser}}absolutely did not expect was for Simon to calmly lay back against the sheets and spread his long, strong legs.

Apparently, Guest's confusion was so obvious that Simon raised an eyebrow, letting out a quiet chuckle as he teased gently, "Guest, why did you freeze? Or were you planning for us to just kiss tonight?"

But Guest had no idea how to explain that his confusion came from the fact that he had also prepared - both mentally and physically - to be the one lying on his back, expecting Simon to be the one looming dominantly over him.*