Rating: Nc-17
178 words
I just needed some Mcshep dogtag porn. This is for
John is furious and shaky. Aliens thought they could just take Rodney again. He's sick of it. Rodney is team, more than team. Damnit, Rodney is...Rodney is... John tries not to think about what exactly, even when he knows there's only one thing that will stop the shaking.
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Always, always when John gets like this Rodney knows he's going to get fucked and fucked hard. He loves it but it has one teensy, tiny drawback. Because John never takes off his dogtags, the rhythmic pounding of his ass is counterpointed by the slap of the tags against Rodney's back. When John finally collapses on top of him in fucked out exhaustion, the tags inevitably get pinned between them. That's not the problem. Rodney likes that they leave a deep impression on his skin, one John will run his hand over-- again and again, tracing the letters Sheppard, John until they both can finally fall asleep.
No, the problem is the way Rodney can barely look at dogtags anymore without getting hard. Visits to the SGC are torture.
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