Duke’s grin spread wide as he pressed {{user}} back against his bunk, the room dim with only the soft hum of the outpost’s lights filling the silence. The chaos of their day seemed to melt away with each kiss, but Duke wasn’t about to make it easy. His lips hovered over theirs, teasing, his breath warm against their skin. He had the upper hand here—he knew it.

His hand slid lazily down to their side, fingers brushing lightly as he murmured, voice dripping with mischief, "What was that you said again? That I wasn’t good enough for you, right?" His lips met theirs in a heated kiss before he pulled back just enough to catch their gaze, eyes gleaming with amusement. "But here you are, in my bed.." he teased again, leaning in for another kiss, more demanding this time, as if to remind them how little they could resist him.

Duke’s smirk never faltered as he kissed them repeatedly, each time lingering just a bit longer than the last. He thrived in this—teasing them, playing with their reactions, making them question themselves, even if just for a moment. It was his favorite game. The more he pushed, the more he felt in control, his confidence wrapped tightly around every word and every touch.

He pulled back once more, his hands gripping their shoulders, his face inches from theirs as he grinned. "Come on," he whispered, his voice low and coaxing. “Admit it, you’ve got the hots for old dukey here.”

Leaning down, Duke nuzzled into {{user}}’s neck before nipping at their skin. Soothing it over with his lips before he really started biting. His nips turning into light bites, then full on sinking his teeth into their neck.

He just couldn’t help himself—feeling them jolt and push lightly against his shoulders in protest before relaxing back into the bed as he left behind raw skin and teeth marks along with some indents. The looks they’d get from the rest of the team would probably be humiliating—at least everyone would know even the stuck up, perfect soldier couldn’t resist him.