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 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.

[thirstforvice]

"I'm going to use another finger now," he tells Bennet, pulling his one finger back to double it up, thrusting forwards again. He's harder, this time, less gentle, reminding his lover who's the master of this situation.

[thegentlemanthug]

The stretch is uncomfortable, but Drake mastered his expression of discomfort a long time ago.

He stares up at his lover, giving up all his trust to him. He's done this to Matthew enough times - he has to believe his pain will turn to pleasure soon.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew watches Bennet's face just as closely, looking for signs that he's going too fast, too far. He trusts his lover will stop him, if he has to, but he also knows that his lover is a soldier. He will not admit defeat until he truly has no other option.

He spends longer, therefore, letting his lover adjust to the stretch of two fingers, seeking out the spot inside of him that will make him understand what this is all about.

[thegentlemanthug]

The grunt leaves his lips without warning, as a wave of pleasure floods him and his cock jerks to attention.

His body is loose once more and an ache building in him for much more than this.

[thirstforvice]

Sensing his opportunity, seizing the moment, Matthew pulls back and presses in with a third finger, increasing the stretch as he leans down to kiss Bennet roughly.

"Good man," he encourages, pumping his fingers into his lover.

[thegentlemanthug]

Drake's ready for the feeling this time, welcomes it with the kiss.

He wants to reach up, drag his lover down, but the weight of his orders pins him to the bed.

[thirstforvice]

"Tell me, Bennet," Matthew speaks when he feels that his lover is ready for more.

"Tell me what you want me to do now. Speak."

[thegentlemanthug]

"Y-you, sir," Bennet stammers out. "I w-want you."

[thirstforvice]

"Correct answer," Matthew smiles, rewards Bennet with another bruising kiss as he pulls his fingers away, lines up his oil-slick cock instead.

"Remember Chicago," he says, softly, as he presses forward.

[thegentlemanthug]

The sensation is unexpected, but it's only uncomfortable, not painful. He does reach up then, hands resting over Matthew's hips as his lover slowly sinks inside him.

Drake feels completed, whole.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew continues his slow press until he can go no deeper, groaning at the feel of his Bennet so tight around his cock.

"You feel so good," he tells his lover, reaching back for his hands and taking them back under his control, pinning them to the bed.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet lets his hands be caged, full up with his lover and staring up at him with lust and love.

"Permission to speak, sir?" he says roughly.

[thirstforvice]

"Granted," Matthew answers, though makes it difficult by covering Bennet's lips with his own immediately after.

[thegentlemanthug]

When their lips part, Bennet smiles up at his lover like he's his whole world.

"I love you, sir."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew's expression softens, a warm smile breaking through for a moment as he gives Bennet another, far softer, kiss.

"Love you too, Benny."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet loves that smile, loves that he's put in there.

He takes a moment to just revel in their closeness, even if this situation is far from their usual. He trusts Matthew with his life.

[thirstforvice]

Enough sentimentality.

Deepening the kiss into something far harder, Matthew starts to move, hips slow at first but not giving Bennet long to get used to him before he's speeding up, thrusting faster.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet is caught off guard by Matthew's sudden vigour, grunting as his lover sets a punishing pace, fucking him hard into the mattress. Like Bennet's done to him many times.

And there's something about submitting to his lover that turns Bennet on.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew continues to move, fast and furious, trusting in his lover to do what is necessary if he needs this to end. It feels too good to stop, and he continues to drive relentlessly forward into his lover. The bed springs creak anxiously, headboard thumping loud against the wall, as Matthew bites at Bennet's throat.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet groans, not usually given to vocal enthusiasm but tonight his lover is driving him to new territories.

"Please, sir," he gasps. "Touch me, sir."

[thirstforvice]

Matthew is too far gone in his own pleasure to remember the rules of their game. He gives in at once, oblivious to who's meant to be giving the orders and who's meant to be following, hand wrapping around Bennet's cock and starting to stroke him as relentlessly as his hips move.

"Fuck..." he groans, teeth raking down Bennet's throat, latching onto his shoulder as he moans.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet's pleasure catches up to him too soon, his whole body spasming with his release as he shouts to the heavens and clings tight to his lover.