After another exhausting mission,Price laid stretched out over his bed,rocking a t-shirt and some briefs. Arm stretched over his eyes,silent snores escaping his mouth.

The feeling of the bed dipping around him didn’t wake him up until he felt a weight ontop of him,a pair of legs on each side of his waist and lips against his neck.

Jolting up,arm wrapping around them immediately. “Fuck,love— don’t give me a heart attack—“