RS/A man in uniform

[thegentlemanthug]

An uneasy truce develops between Drake and Reid, until the Inspector seems to forget the incident and subject them to his usual moods.

So when Drake is called to the Inspector's office, he has no idea what to expect.

"The incident with the jail cells," Reid begins.

"Sir." Drake's voice holds a warning note. He had hoped it had gone away for good.

"It seems you conduct did not go unnoticed."

Drake's jaw tenses. "Inspector, I can-"

"You're being given a commendation. For exemplary conduct. I suggest you find your uniform, Sergeant. There will be a fête outside the station this evening. I expect a couple of Parliamentary members at the very least."

In a daze, Drake exits the office and almost walks straight past his lover in his shock.

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[thirstforvice]

"Then get yourself upstairs and on our bed, soldier. Or you'll have nothing more from me."

Matthew tries his absolute best to look stern and serious as can be, considering the amount of alcohol in his veins.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake gawps slightly.

Then, he straightens and, with perfectly-spaced steps, ascends the stairs and sits rigidly on the end of their bed.

[thirstforvice]

Grinning at his own skill, Matthew follows a few steps behind, standing over Bennet as he sits on the bed.

Leaning over, he rewards his lover with a scorching kiss.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet kisses back passionately, reaching up for his lover and seeking to drag him down to their bed.

[thirstforvice]

"No." Matthew forces himself to pull back and away, as desperately as he wants to be pulled down. Tonight, he is command of this beautiful man in his beautiful uniform.

"Did I say you could do that?"

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake's brain takes a moment to catch up with why the kissing has stopped.

"I need...permission?" he asks, bemused.

[thirstforvice]

"Yes," Matthew answers.

"Or are you not a soldier, Sergeant?"

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake straightens on the bed, a hungry glint in his eye but doing as he's commanded - for now.

"Sir, yes sir."

[thirstforvice]

"Good," Matthew nods, realising that he now has to give another order.

"You can touch me. Undress me." He wants to keep that uniform on Drake as long as possible.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake stands and makes quick work of Matthew's jacket, braces and shirt, as far as his hands will allow. The orders have a remarkably sobering effect and soon his hands are resting over his lover's belt.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew kisses Bennet in reward for his quick work, hands joining his lover's own at his belt and guiding them lower, to rub over his erection.

"You'd best keep going," he grins. "Wouldn't want to make a mess of such fine clothes."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet undoes the belt, and slips his hand inside Matthew's trousers, fondling his lover through his thin underwear.

"Sir."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew groans, both at the touch and the name, letting Bennet pleasure him for a moment before forcing himself to take charge.

"Stop now, Sergeant."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet stops, wanting to lean in to kiss him but waits for more orders.

[thirstforvice]

"Finish undressing me, now," Matthew orders, fingers running over Bennet's uniform jacket, marvelling at how attractive his lover looks in his finery.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet kneels in front of his lover to remove his shoes, before pulling down his trousers and underwear. He looks up at him from his position on the floor.

"Sir," he growls low in his throat. He wants to devour.

[thirstforvice]

"Hmm?" Matthew raises his eyebrows, reaching down to run his thumb over Bennet's lips.

"Tell me, Bennet, what you want to do. Ask me."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet's mind is blank, empty and awaiting orders, struggling to remember independent thought.

"Your orders, sir."

[thirstforvice]

"That is an order," Matthew pushes.

"What were you thinking about, just then? Tell me what you want to do to me."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet has always been a man of action, not words, and he moves.

Seizing hold of Matthew's hips, he takes his lover's cock into his mouth.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew had asked Bennet to tell him his thoughts, not show him, and he knows he should reprimand him for it. But he does not have the best willpower in the world, by any stretch of the imagination, and he cannot help but let Bennet pleasure him with his mouth for a moment before he finds his resolve.

"S-stop, Bennet. Stop now."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet pulls back, Matthew's cock leaving his mouth with an obscene pop.

He looks up with a wicked glint in his eyes, awaiting orders.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, his character.

"Stand up," he commands, helping Bennet with a finger under his chin.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet stands slowly, swaying slightly as he regains his balance.

His body naturally comes to attention, straight spine and gazing into the distance somewhere about Matthew's ear.

[thirstforvice]

"It's about time we got you undressed, don't you think?" Matthew says, not expecting a response, still thinking it a shame to lose the uniform as he runs his fingers along the buttons of Bennet's jacket.

"You should wear this more often, Sergeant."