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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[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."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet swallows a moan, the sensation of air moving across his cock exquisite torture.

"S-sir, permission to t-touch."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew leans forward, capturing Bennet's hands in his own, pinning them to the bed.

"Have you been good enough?"

[thegentlemanthug]

"S-sir, yes sir."

His mouth is dry, his words stuttered as Matthew pins him. His biceps flex, yearning to push against the hold, but he is still. Expectant.

[thirstforvice]

"Good," Matthew nods, and kisses Bennet, lowering his body and grinding firmly against his lover as he reaches out for the cabinet at their bedside. His fingers scrabble, find purchase on the oil they keep there, and then he's sat up and out of reach once more.

"Hold out your hand."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet's hand leaps out automatically, his arm held rigid as if he's at attention.

[thirstforvice]

Uncorking the bottle, Matthew spills the oil out into the palm of Bennet's hand.

"Now touch me."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet leaps to obey, leaning forward to curl his oil-slick palm around Matthew's cock as his other hand caresses his lover's chest.

[thirstforvice]

"Do you trust me, Bennet? Answer honestly." Matthew asks as he uses more oil over his own hand, slicking his fingers.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet watches Matthew pour oil over his fingers, his stomach lurching at the thought of what's to come.

"Yes sir," he says, his voice husky and thick with arousal.

[thirstforvice]

"Then bring your legs up," Matthew guides, the strict tone of his voice losing a little of its edge as he guides Bennet into the position he wants. He's well aware that this will be his lover's first time, and he doesn't want to hurt him in the heat of their game.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake lets Matthew move him, his limbs relaxed and pliant from the alcohol.

"Yes sir," he slurs a little, heart beating faster.

[thirstforvice]

Leaning forward, Matthew plants a surprisingly gentle kiss to Bennet's lips. "If you want me to stop, any time, say," he says, voice suddenly its normal gentle self, breaking from their game for the moment. "Say..." he tries to think of a word that Bennet would never say in the heat of the moment. "Say 'Chicago', alright?"

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet locks the word in his memory, no idea why it would ever be necessary but doing exactly as Matthew tells him.

"Yes sir. Chicago sir."

[thirstforvice]

"Good," Matthew gives Bennet one more kiss, before pulling back and turning himself back into the master of this situation.

Fingers slick from the oil, he brings the first to Bennet's hole, pressing at the opening. "Relax, soldier," he advises, as he presses inside.

[thegentlemanthug]

The sensation is very strange, but the ale in his veins helps him accept it.

"Captain..." he starts, before gasping at the unusual stretch to his body.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew hesitates a second, before carrying on, pressing deeper, ignoring the name on Bennet's lips. He's told him to say Chicago, he has to believe now that Bennet will do just that.

"Tell me how that feels, Sergeant," he orders.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet feels something steal through his body, a warm liquid feeling of pleasure.

"Ah! Good, sir. V-very good."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew crooks his finger, twisting it, thrusting gently in and out as he gets Bennet used to these sensations of being filled.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet groans, low in his throat, loving the feeling of Matthew's fingers even if he doesn't understand his own body anymore.