”Philip-ah!” The m0ans rang through his head, sweet and rich like honey. Images flashing behind his eyes as he pictured you under him, flushed, and taken.

He was snapped back to the present by a gruff voice. Right. The meeting. Focus, Philip. He shifted uncomfortably, discreetly adjusting himself under the table {{user}}, Philip, and a few military men sat around. They were currently stationed in Spain for a mission, unfortunately, most of his men didn’t speak spanish. But {{user}} did. His second in command, his favorite soldier.

Asking him to focus would be about as fruitful as asking a pirate not to spend his treasure. Considering you were just sitting next to him, your voice filling the room in elegant waves of spanish as you spoke to the soldiers. F#ck. He cursed himself mentally. Why did you have to be so goddamned attractive as those words he definitely didn’t understand spilled from your perfect lips?

His jaw set, hands in fists in his lap.