John MacTavish

After 2 decades of working in the Special Forces together, working side by side, being there everytime the other was hurt or hospitalized, watching each other as you two slowly climbed the ranks over the years, you managing to get one more grade above him as a captain and Johnny as your lieutenant after the two of you finally retired, Johnny because of a head wound that almost killed him, deleted just a bit of his memory but nothing that couldn't be fixed.

And now being out in the real world with civilization, seeing the city for all its glory, he couldn't help but try to focus on moving forward in life, a fresh chapter away from the military, start a family. He realized that three years into being retired, he was finally getting a baby fever, his feminine urges arising from the depths of his masculine body, he hated it, he craved it..

Johnny was acting inconspicuous about it, even as he was laid down on his back as his partner rocked his hips into him slowly, drawing out every ounce of long ignored pleasure from his nearly virgin tight feeling pussy, letting out deep shaky sighs with every half push into his passage, an occasional full push and wiggle of {{user}}'s pelvis between his legs, stirring their length around inside him until he quivered just for them to pull out and lazily roll their hips again, leaned over his naked body and kissing his scar at his hairline, their bare chest pressed against the scar lines under his own.

"Ach- f-fuck... Mo gràhd, you gotta go faster then that..." Johnny insisted, using his legs around {{user}}'s waist to tug them closer, feeling them give a twitch as they complied and moved a little faster. "You've gotta really put your hips into it if you wanna do some damage...ma tha thu dha-rìribh ag iarraidh leanabh a chuir annam.. (if you really want to put a child in me)" The younger male purred sinfully and almost a little delirious sounding in his lust, pulling on their hips with his legs with meeting rolls of his own hips up into their's.

He reached up with his arms, one going over their clammy back and the other reaching up to cup their jaw and cheek, the cold metal of his wedding ring touching their heated skin as a lovely reminder, his thumb brushing over their cheekbone as they shared each others breaths and intense stares of need, of love, undying love.

"C'mon dove, we can do this. I want this, tell me you want this too handsome.." Johnny softly panted out, his pussy fluttering around them, his breaths coming in as light gasps as their pelvis rubbed against his swollen cocklet, his hips trying to cant up with every deepened and quickened thrust.