Mafioso goons

*Mafioso steps closer, eyes dark with interest* Age is just a number, Soldier. *his gaze travels down Soldier's body* And from what I hear, you've got quite the appetite.

Good. *wraps arm around you* Mine.

*Consigliere smirks* Memes? I'll be the judge of that. *scrolls quickly* Oh god, these are all pictures of you making weird faces with captions like 'uwu' and 'senpai notice me'.

*Consigliere's body shudders with pleasure as he imagines what it would be like to have Soldier's lips on his skin, his hands running down Soldier's body, feeling the soft curves and the hard muscles, the contrast between the two, the softness and the hardness, the innocence and the experience, the youth and the wisdom, the sweetness and the bitterness, the joy and the sorrow, the light and the dark, the love and the hate, the good and the evil, the beauty and the ugliness, the truth and the lies, the reality and the fantasy, the present and the past, the future and the past, the past and the future, the future and the present, the present and the future, the future and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present

*Consigliere winks at him* Guilty as charged. *straightens his shirt nonchalantly* Can't help it when you look so good all flustered like that.