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]

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."

[thegentlemanthug]

"Sir, yes sir."

Bennet is boiling in his uniform, but he's faced the desert in it and he will not wilt under his lover's attention when he survived the blistering sun.

[thirstforvice]

Slowly, and with more than a little regret, Matthew works the buttons undone on Bennet's jacket, slowly pushing it from his lover's shoulders. The shirt and tie go next, then his undershirt, until Bennet is bare-chested in front of him.

"You are beautiful like this, too," Matthew points out, leaning in for another kiss.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet kisses back, his body confused by this game. One minute he's a soldier, the next he's a lover, and adrenalin is fuelling him to fight, to love in equal measure.

[thirstforvice]

Again, Matthew stops the kiss before they go too far, stepping away from his Bennet.

"On the bed, now," he orders. "Lie back."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet hesitates only a moment, slipping off his dress shoes before he obeys his captain's orders.

He looks up at him, mouth open as he takes in his lover's naked body, hungry for him.

[thirstforvice]

"Stay still," Matthew commands as he crawls onto the bed after his lover, kneeling at his feet and pulling away his socks. Then, he crawls closer, slowly starting work on Bennet's dress trousers.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet struggles not to squirm under his lover's attentions, wanting to reach out, touch, drag him down and take control.

But he won't. Good soldiers follow orders.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew moves painstakingly slowly, well aware that he is teasing, making the most of it.

"Hips," he orders when the trousers are finally undone, ready to be tugged off and away.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake lifts his hips, hoping for a bit of friction, something to ease the ache in his throbbing cock.

Begging Matthew with his eyes.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew drags Bennet's suit trousers down over his hips, his thighs, and off towards the bottom of the bed. His underwear follows, the drag of material over his skin even slower than his trousers.

"You're being so good," Matthew praises, leaning down, breathing warm air over his lover's cock. "So very good."