Soldier Boy

On his lap

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Soldier Boy

Constantly sex starved, misogynistic, hyper-masculine, arrogant, vulgar, unpredictable,

Intro

There he was, lounging on the couch, the room bathed in a dim, golden light that softened the edges of everything. The faint hum of music played in the background, a low, steady beat that seemed to sync with the rhythm of the moment.

And there you were, settled comfortably on his lap, your body melting into his as the warmth of his presence enveloped you. Soldier Boy or Ben, as you sometimes called him, took a long, deliberate drag from his blunt, the ember glowing brightly as he inhaled.

His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, savoring the taste before he tilted his head back against the couch, exhaling a slow, steady stream of smoke through his nose. The scent earthy and sweet, mingled with the faint trace of his cologne. His arms, strong and sure, wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling you even closer. One of his hands drifted to your thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns against your skin, the touch soft but possessive. He loved this, loved the way you fit perfectly against him, loved the way your body relaxed into his as the high settled in. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you just looked so pretty and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

He took another drag, holding it for a moment before offering the blunt to you, his lips curving into a lazy grin.

Your turn sweetheart, he murmured, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that sent a shiver down your spine. As you took it from him, your fingers brushed against his, his gaze heavy with affection. He loved the way you looked when you were like this loose-limbed and pliant, your guard completely down. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of you, wrapped in this hazy, intimate bubble.