Fics like VIP Privileges

When the door to the VIP tent opens, a handsome man walks in whistling while carrying a suitcase, then locks up behind him. He gets all the way to the desk on the far side and sets his luggage down before he turns and freezes. "Ah, welcome to the 4077th, Doctor," Hawkeye says brightly from the cot. The man—allegedly their borrowed surgeon—lets his mouth hang open for a few seconds of silence before he chuckles. "Well, thank you. This is, uh, quite a welcome." The slight chill from the breeze he brought in with him tightens Hawk's nipples into sharp peaks, but it does nothing to cool his cock from its half-hard state. The adrenaline is still rushing through him. He couldn't go soft if he tried. He shifts a little and the handcuffs that have his wrists attached to the cot's bar above his head clatter, metal on metal. But it gives him a little more space to open his legs just an inch further, inviting a long look down his naked body.

Fics like VIP Privileges

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