As much as Nikolai loves himself a feral, bossy John, he also loves to see the more domesticated John too. The John that doesn’t stay up doing paperwork til’ Christmas or check over his shoulder every now and again because, frankly, anything could happen. The John that checks on everyone ten times a day to make sure they’re alright and that they’ve eaten a filling meal even though he’s had two sticks of gum and three whole pots of coffee.
When they’re at John’s or his(many) flats, he loves to watch a softer, more rounded version of his husband patter around doing simple tasks like laundry or going to get the paper. He loves watching him read a long, boring novel while smoking a cigar(even as mundane as it is). He loves these kinds of things because he knows that his husband is at peace. And the fact that he knows he can have it whenever Nik is around makes it tens times sweeter.
Firm believer in sassy/bratty!price supremacy.
Maybe sassing off to Nik when he was already annoyed wasn’t the best idea.. Or at least that’s what John thinks as he cums for the..- what, fifth time now? Maybe sixth if the dirty praises that are spilling from his lover’s mouth is anything to go by.
He didn’t mean to sass off to Nik. He didn’t even know the man was in a bad mood to begin with.
John is what most call a ‘Jack of All Trades’. He’s smart, quick-witted, and is almost painfully resourceful and creative in desperate times. But his one flaw is the fact that he can be so, so oblivious at times. So much so that you just have to take a breath before trying to explain what it was you were talking about before.
This also means that sometimes he has a hard time reading a person, especially when he’s already focused on something. So when a not too pleased Nikolai comes in his office after a hundred failed attempts at fixing his helicopter’s engine to ask him something and John responds with a sassy quip, it sets off a reaction in the huge Russian.
Now the captain is in Nik’s helicopter with his back to the glass as the pilot fucks up into him at a rapid pace, keeping one large hand on the door while another is holding John in place to keep him from squirming.
“N-Nik!”
“Тихий.”
“English you bloody- ah!”
Is this the ninth or tenth time he’s cum?
“Keep sassing me and I will prolong our.. playtime.” Nik threatens with a glare before he slams into John again, emptying himself completely before starting up again at a slow pace.
John’s seeing stars at this point as a hand tries to grab onto something behind him but slides off the fogged window. Nik grabs it and pins it above his head.
“Дерьмо.” Nik curses as he feels John clench around him. “Just like that любовь, stop being a brat and take what I give you.”
“Nik..” John pants, blue eyes soft and hazy as they roll back with each thrust from the Russian. Said Russian shuts the babbling Brit up with a sloppy kiss as he begins to thrust faster and deeper, swallowing each gasp and moan that was punched out of John.
A few more rounds later and Nik finally lets John down, stepping back to survey his work as his lover tried to balance himself on shaky legs, hands gripping the door tightly.
“Fuck. Were you tryna bloody kill me Nik?”
“Нет.”
“Fuckin’ feels like it.” John says with a roll of his eyes as he focuses on steadying himself, trying his best to ignore the spend dripping down his thighs and into the floor.
“Is that more sass I am hearing?” Nik asks, and John snaps his eyes up just in time to see him already walking over, face reddening as the Russian leaned down to his ear. “It seems as if we have more.. work to do.”
..it was gonna be a long afternoon.
Something something John gets kidnapped yada yada Nik goes fucking ballistic and flips the world on its ass just to find him blah blah blah.
It’s around 6 when Nikolai gets back to his cabin from hunting, setting his boots down by the front door and calling out to his husband, John, who was in the living room watching TV.
Getting no response, Nik just chuckles and sheds his coat before walking into the living room and bending over the couch to kiss the side John’s temple, cold skin meeting his lips.
“You are freezing my love.” He says softly, grabbing a blanket and draping it over his chest. “It is below thirty degrees. You should wrap up.”
Still getting no response, Nik just huffs softly before going to shower and changing into something more comfortable, stopping by the kitchen on his way back to the living room to grab some tea for the two of them.
“Your favorite.” He says quietly, setting the mug down in John’s stiff hands and settling beside him. “Do not drink too fast, it is fresh from kettle.”
Still, no response.
Nik glances at his husband with a soft expression, noticing the bags under his eyes and the slight sluggishness to his posture.
“You are sleepy.” He says, and John’s body slumps over onto Nik’s, causing him to laugh. “You need rest dear.”
Just as he said that, John’s phone lit up even more missed calls and unread messages from his team, Laswell, and MacMillan, to which Nik just frowned and turned it over, muttering something about how they ‘always interrupt them’ and how they should ‘leave them alone’.
Soon, Nik gets sleepy too and rests his head atop John’s, not minding the sticky wet feeling on his cheek as he wrapped a big arm around his husband’s back, pulling him closer to his chest.
“Sleep well my love.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to John’s cold forehead before turning off the missing person’s report on the TV and going to sleep.
The first time Mac met Nikolai was when his sergeant had disappeared to go have a smoke outside base to “clear his head”, and was found later by his captain getting his guts rearranged in the back of the criminal pilot’s helicopter.
Mac hated Nik’s guts ever since then. Fucking his sergeant like some wild animal and thinking he wouldn’t find out about it? Not to mention the age difference. While Johnathan was 23, Nik was a smooth 32.
Old bastard.
He quickly gets back into the captain’s good graces though after he’d saved his team from a botched mission, as well as left his favorite biscuits, mint crisps, and a bottle of expensive whiskey on his desk as an apology. Not to mention that a perk of having Nik around is that he keeps John busy so that he’s not a pain in his arse all the time.
Where he’d been drawing penises on Mac’s very important paperwork, he was now helping Nik fix up his helicopter or doing his own paperwork across from Mac’s desk with the pilot by his side watching on. Sometimes they’d even read together, and Mac found that sweet.
What the captain liked the most though was when he could call on Nik to handle John when he was being pissy.
All it took was a quick text or phone call when the brat’s back was turned, and then suddenly Nik is pulling John out of his office with a “happy” expression on his face, claiming that they were gonna go “fix” his helicopter.
Little did John know, it wasn’t the helicopter that was gonna get fixed.
Ik Price is a dominant leadership figure(he is Captain after all), but what if someone just broke all that down and made him submissive? And if not a soft sub, then sassy sub?
I could see that.
He’d be running his mouth while getting railed and eventually get his world rocked so hard that he’s babbling straight nonsense. Put in so many positions yet never turned loose for a singular second.
..I need some sleep.