“You are making my TL go batshit with your nonstop chatter, Ray, so I need you to shut the fuck up unless the situation warrants an information exchange.”
Having the LT this close, pushing him against the back of the Humvee with his hip hard on Ray’s abdomen, breathing down on him and oozing his quiet brand of alpha all over the place made Ray’s cheeks suddenly warm as he tried to tell him that he had a lot of important things to say, not limited to…
Nate’s eyes flashed at Ray’s insubordination, and one of his hands grabbed Ray’s chin while the other slipped two fingers on top of Ray’s tongue, moving them slowly in and out. Ray was absolutely, beyond a doubt, stunned motherfucking silent that the LT was finger-fucking his mouth, but Ray’s cock was completely alert and focused on what was happening.
“Next time you feel the need to say something, I want you to stop and imagine Walt’s dick, or Brad’s dick, or mine, just like this, right across your tongue,” Nate said soothingly, pushing his hip harder onto Ray (God, he had to be feeling how hard Ray was right now!), “And if you still think what you have to say is more important than feeling our cocks fucking your mouth, then you go ahead and share it with your TL.”