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 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.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew cannot hold out any longer, not with Bennet so tight around him, and making those noises. He comes hard, deep inside his lover, shouts filling the house.

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet tries to catch his breath, clinging to his lover with both hands and placing a soft kiss to his sweat-damp cheek.

[thirstforvice]

Collapsed over his lover, Matthew accepts the kiss with a tired and sated grunt.

"Are you alright?" he thinks to ask after a moment. "Did I hurt you?"

[thegentlemanthug]

"'Course you didn't," Bennet says dismissively, though he reckons he'll be sore in the morning.

"You liked taking charge there, Captain?"

[thirstforvice]

"Couldn't help myself," Matthew blushes, embarrassed now that the moment has passed.

"You looked so good in that uniform of yours."

[thegentlemanthug]

"Not so bad yourself," Bennet says, capturing his lover's lips in a kiss.

"I reckon we should do that again sometime."

[thirstforvice]

"Sometime," Matthew agrees, voice gruff and hoarse.

"Not now. Too old."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet laughs quietly against his lover's cheek.

"Now who's the old man?"

[thirstforvice]

"I'm still obscenely too young for you," Matthew grins, pulling away from his lover at last to lie at his side instead.

"You're a cradle-snatcher."

[thegentlemanthug]

Bennet aches at the loss, his body already starting to feel his lover's hard use of his old bones.

"I'm acting like your patron now, am I?"

[thirstforvice]

Matthew laughs, closing his eyes as he settles into his lover's side.

"That'd suggest I was some penniless reliant."

[thegentlemanthug]

"Only a kept boy," Bennet says, preferring his words direct.

[thirstforvice]

Matthew is fast drifting off to sleep at Bennet's side.

"If that's what you want to call me, darlin'."