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A knock on the door roused Thrain from the report on his desk. He looked up, glad to take a break from his paperwork. "Come in."

The door opened to reveal the platoon's doctor on the other side, work bag slung over one arm and folders tucked under the other. "Commander. You'll have to excuse me, I'd salute if my hands weren't full."

Thrain smiled warmly at the figure in his doorway. "Guthred. Please, come in. You know you don’t need to stand on ceremony with me."

The doctor made his way into the rented room, closing the door with his foot before making for the small table that served as Thrain's dining table. Guthred placed his folders and bag on the table before turning to his commander. "You wished to see me, sir?"

"It's nothing urgent." Thrain stood and faced his second-in-command. "I went down to the clinic to see if you had some time and was told by the clerk that you were in a procedure. I didn't want to bother you, so I decided to let you finish your shift in peace. I had some paperwork to do, anyway."

Guthred looked between his commander and the report on the desk. "Well, I'm here now. What was not urgent that you wanted to see me about, then?"

Thrain reached for an envelope on the corner of his desk. He walked over to Guthred, envelope in hand. "Our new orders. I just received it this morning."

Guthred's eyes snagged on the envelope and he plucked it from Thrain's outstretched hand. With deft fingers, he slid the missive from the already open envelope.

Thrain waited for him to start reading before he continued. "Command wants us to hold our position."

His second-in-command scowled. "We've been holing up in this backwater town for a month already. They want us to continue doing nothing? What about the progress Command was harping on about?"

Thrain took back the missive and returned it to the envelope. "This is all the information I have. There's not much we can do about it."

Guthred blew out a lungful of air. "Fine. I'll let the troops know. At least we're in town and not out in the middle of nowhere, I guess. Even if this town is basically the middle of nowhere. I'll set up some drills, get a recount on our supplies. Since we're staying put for the time being we might be able to restock some rarer items."

The commander hummed in agreement. "Perhaps we can set up a watch rotation, or see if there's help needed somewhere. That way we can contribute to the town, help the citizens feel less burdened with our presence."

Guthred saluted. "Yes, sir. I'll see that it’s done."

Thrain smiled gratefully. "You have my thanks." He placed the envelope back on his desk before gesturing for Guthred to sit with him at the table. "You're all done with the clinic today, correct? How is the owner? Is he feeling better?"

The doctor shrugged. "He's improving, but I doubt he'll be back to work for another while. Since we're extending our stay, I'm thinking of continuing to volunteer my time there. Rural locations tend to have a harder time receiving adequate healthcare, so I'd like to improve their situation a bit, even if it's just for the time being. We don't have much to offer in terms of supplies, but what we do have is skills and manpower. It'll broaden our knowledge, too. My team and I can take this opportunity to brush up on civilian medicine."

Thrain nodded. "Sounds good."

"Is there anything else, Commander?" Guthred perched on his chair, watching him attentively.

The commander shook his head. "No. Are you needed elsewhere?"

Guthred thought for a quick moment. "No, I'm done for the day. There's some outstanding paperwork I must complete before dinner, but there's not much else."

Thrain hummed, leaning in and resting his chin on a hand. "If you're not in a hurry, stay for a while. Keep me company. Tell me about your day."

Guthred's eyes darted across his face before he relaxed back into his seat. "Were you that bored without me to nag at you, Commander?" He quirked an eyebrow at Thrain. "If you really want to know, I had quite a few procedures scheduled today, several pre-booked appointments, and a lot of walk-ins. It's been a month and I'm still surprised by the volume of patients this clinic sees on a daily basis."

Thrain smiled at his second-in-command. "It's because you're a good doctor. And because the townspeople want the novelty experience of being treated by a young, handsome doctor."

Snorting hard, Guthred pulled his bag towards him and started digging through it. "The first part, sure. The second? They can go ogle at any other member of our platoon instead of taking up space in the clinic with their inane requests and non-existent medical problems. I was in a hurry when I packed up, so I hope you don’t mind if I rearrange my bag."

Thrain watched Guthred pull out files, stationery, and various odds and ends from the bag. "Don't underestimate the appeal of a handsome young doctor, Guthred. It's a real draw, you know."

Pausing in the rearranging of his bag, the doctor sent him a deeply skeptical look. "That sounds absolutely ridiculous. Appearance has no correlation with skill. This is what happens when you watch too many medical dramas. You know they're heavily dramatized, right? Not to mention there are always so many medical inaccuracies. Is it that hard to research how to use a nasal cannula? And no intubation should ever look the way it does in those shows. And don't get me started on the medications and staff distribution."

Thrain chuckled. "Don't be so harsh. It's entertainment and people enjoy it. Besides, I, too, can appreciate a handsome, talented doctor." He cast an appreciative look at his second-in-command.

Guthred's hands stalled and he stared at Thrain, lost for words. Blinking hard, he cleared his throat and returned to his work. "Like I said, absolutely ridiculous."

"I don't mind being ridiculous." Thrain said, watching Guthred's ears turn pink. His eyes snagged on a packet of something amongst the odds and ends laid out on the table. He took it from the pile and read over the packaging. "Why do you have lubricating jelly in your bag?"

The doctor frowned as he straightened the pile of papers and returned it to his bag. "What are you talking about?" He looked over and made a face at the packet in Thrain's hand. "Why was that in my bag?"

Thrain raised an eyebrow. "That's what I'm asking you."

Guthred thought for a moment. "Oh. That's probably from my last procedure. There was a tube change. I guess it got mixed up with my things while I was packing up." He held out a hand. "Here. I'll return it to the stockroom later."

Thrain extended his hand, but retracted it just before Guthred could take the package. He considered the item in his hand, turning it over with his fingers. "What is your opinion on this product?"

Guthred frowned at him, irritation starting to make itself known on his face. "My opinion? What is this, a product review?" He waited for Thrain to reply, sighing sharply when his commander stayed silent. "It's fine. Good. It gets the job done. Makes the procedure go as it should. Why the sudden interest? It's just medical lubricant, it's not that exciting." He shoved a clipboard full of paper back into his bag, followed by a handful of pens.

"Don't you want to try it?" Thrain quirked his lips at his second-in-command.

Guthred scrunched his face at him. "I literally used it an hour ago. What's wrong with you?" He gathered the loose odds and ends from the table and unceremoniously dumped them into one of the bag’s pockets.

Oh, Guthred. Thrain sighed indulgently. "What I'm trying to ask is if you'd like to try it. Together. With me."

His second-in-command stared at him, struck speechless by the offer. Eventually, he pressed a hand to his face and sighed deeply. "You want to test out the medical lubricant."

"Yes." Thrain placed the packet on the table between them. "Do you want to?"

Guthred grumbled something incomprehensible into his hand before taking a deep breath. "You are ridiculous. Now?"

Thrain's lips twitched. Just a bit more. "Do you have somewhere to be? I'm done with all my duties for today, so I'm free and I'm willing. What do you think?"

Guthred groaned, now covering his face with both hands. "You are incorrigible."

Thrain got to his feet and rounded the table. He stood behind Guthred, resting his hands on the man's shoulders. He squeezed at the muscle there, metal and fabric beneath his fingers. "I'm not hearing a yes or a no." Thrain leaned down and pressed his nose to Guthred's hair, inhaling the smell of hair wax and disinfectant, and beneath, Guthred's warmth. He kissed the crown of Guthred's head, lingering there until the man shifted.

"Fine." Guthred tilted his head back to look up at him, petulance in his features. "Yes. Why do you look so happy?"

Thrain pressed a quick kiss to Guthred's temple before pulling him to his feet. "How can I not be happy? I get to spend time with my most trusted person." He drew Guthred in to him, brushing a hand over his subordinate's jaw and neck, running his fingers along the line delineating skin and fabric.

"You see me every single day." Guthred grumbled, skin reddening under Thrain's fingers.

Thrain tilted Guthred's head up, so close they shared breath. "And I hope I continue to see you every day, as long as I live and breathe." He finally closed the distance, molding his lips to Guthred's.

The shorter man yielded to him, lips soft and pliant, mouth opening under the urging of Thrain's tongue. Thrain pressed close to him, fabric brushing and metal clinking against each other. Kissing Guthred was always intoxicating. He'd never tire of it. For a man who presented himself as cold and detached, Guthred's kisses were beautifully soft, sweet like he claimed he wasn't. Thrain could never get enough. He wanted more, would always want more.

Breaking for air, Guthred dipped his fingers beneath Thrain's collar, undoing the hidden clasp against his skin, fingertips brushing tantalizingly against the hollow of Thrain’s throat. "Only you would say such ridiculous things like that."

"And I will continue to say such ridiculous things until the end of time." Thrain nosed at Guthred's temple, kissing lightly once at the corner of an eyebrow, once at the edge of the lips.

Their various ornaments were removed, aiguillettes unclipped and belts unbuckled. Thrain divested his pauldrons, motions quick and practiced through years of repetition. He'd already taken off his gauntlets earlier, when he'd settled down at his desk to do paperwork. Guthred removed his sash before pushing Thrain's up and over his head. The item dropped to the floor, the attached metal ornaments clanking and thudding as they fell.

Thrain doffed his uniform jacket, stepped out of his boots, and kissed Guthred thoroughly. The shorter man unzipped his own jacket and Thrain turned his attention to Guthred’s newly exposed neck. He scraped his teeth along the skin, biting down as Guthred's deft hands undid Thrain’s pants and pushed them down his hips.

"You need to stop going above the collar." Guthred complained, kicking off his own boots and stripping himself efficiently. "People are going to see."

Thrain licked at reddened skin. "But you always heal yourself anyway." He kissed down the line of Guthred's neck, sucking and worrying with his teeth when Guthred reached into his underwear and pulled out his cock. He pushed lightly into Guthred's hand, feeling himself harden as the doctor ran his fingers over his sensitive flesh. Guthred stroked him from root to tip, then back down, and back to the tip again, wrist twisting slightly at the ends of each motion.

The doctor sighed as Thrain bit at the swell of his shoulder. "That's because you always go above the collar."

His cock grew under Guthred's ministrations, lengthening and thickening until he was fully erect. Not once did Guthred let go, fingers adjusting to the change, grip firming around Thrain, calluses different from the commander's own encouraging him along. The glans emerged from the foreskin, ruddy and shiny, engorged and fat with arousal. Guthred played with the head of Thrain's cock, gently rolling the foreskin up and down and running a callused finger along the flared ridge of his cockhead. Lightly, he circled the finger up to the slit, rubbing for a brief moment before closing his hand around the head. He ran his palm along the tip before he dragged his hand slowly back down the shaft, the pads of his fingers pressed against the thick vein on the underside.

Thrain kissed Guthred hard, moaning into his mouth, heated pleasure running up his spine. "You're so good to me." He breathed against Guthred's soft lips. Guthred's talented fingers never failed to make him hard, encouraging and teasing him to fullness effortlessly.

His subordinate squeezed at the base of his cock before feeling at his balls and tugging gently at them. "That's because you have the most ridiculous libido known to man." Guthred's cheeks were almost glowing with how red he was, body affected by what the two of them were doing, even if he tried to keep his face in check.

Thrain ran his hands down the smaller man's back and dipped them into Guthred's underwear, squeezing at firm buttocks. He slid a hand lower to caress the soft skin between Guthred's legs, pressing against his furled hole and massaging at it, an unspoken promise of what was to come. "Because it's you." He licked Guthred's moan from his mouth. "Because I always want you."

Guthred unconsciously spread his legs and Thrain growled low, grinding their cocks together. He bit at Guthred's lips, hauling him in by the buttocks so they were pressed flush against each other. Their erections were trapped between their bodies, hard and rubbing together, held in place by their abdomens.

Guthred panted against Thrain's mouth, hips shifting deliciously against the commander's. "Shouldn't you be getting the lube? I thought you wanted to, ah, test it out."

Thrain embraced him tightly, kissing long and hard until Guthred gasped for air. He mouthed at Guthred's jaw and nipped at the curve of bone. "I want you on your back."

Guthred shivered against him and Thrain had to forcibly pull himself away from doing anything else. He snatched the packet of lube from the table and turned back, only to be treated to the sight of Guthred crawling onto his bed, completely nude and cock and balls hanging hard and heavy between muscular legs.

"You," Thrain breathed through his nose, "are stunning." He took his underwear and pants off in one go, cock stiff and swaying as he moved. He waited for his second-in-command to lie down before following him, settling between his bent legs. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Guthred lay spread out in front of him, hard and wanting, flushed and chest rising and falling with each breath.

His second-in-command scowled up at him, red in the face and very flustered. "Can you stop being embarassing and get on with it? Do you want me to spread my legs for you? Would that get us somewhere?" Without waiting for a reply, he did just that, parting his legs even further and tilting his hips until his tightly furled hole was on display.

Thrain's cock throbbed, bobbing in the air as he registered the scene in front of him. "Do you know how erotic you are?" His voice had dropped, low and husky with how aroused he was. Thrain dropped a kiss onto Guthred's knee before ripping open the packet of lube and squeezing a good amount out. He spread it between his fingers, feeling the product slip and slide on his skin. It was thicker than commercial lube and spread in an even layer.

Thrain rested a wet finger against Guthred's hole, letting his subordinate get used to the feeling, before slipping the tip of his finger in. Guthred clenched around him briefly at the intrusion before relaxing. Thrain took it as his cue and pressed in further, entranced by how his finger sank into Guthred's hole, hot and soft and welcoming. He pressed in, all the way to the knuckle, before withdrawing. He repeated the motion until there was no more resistance, then introduced a second finger, hissing at how Guthred's rim stretched around both fingers.

He pressed in again and Guthred's leg twitched. The other man had turned his head into the pillow, hand over his mouth, muffling the small bitten off sounds he couldn't stop. Thrain smoothed his fingers over Guthred's walls before aiming for his prostate, grazing against the bundle of nerves. He petted at that spot, listening to Guthred whimper into his palm.

Thrain eased up, sliding his fingers in and out of his subordinate's hole before returning to his prostate. He massaged at it, drinking in the sight of Guthred's quivering legs and belly. Even muffled, Guthred's moan was music to his ears. His dear subordinate's cock twitched, shifting against his belly and hip.

Guthred's cock was well-proportioned, curving gently up in the air, tip resting against his abdomen. The head was flushed and dusky. The underside was on display, the vein bulging lightly from the skin, meandering up to where the glans came together in two halves, the ridge flaring gently.

Thrain did not hesitate. He swooped down and licked a long wet stripe up Guthred's hard cock. The man below him jerked at the sudden influx of sensation, muffling a curse behind his hand. Thrain did it again, slower and harder, and took the head of Guthred's cock into his mouth and suckled at it, velvety soft skin against his tongue.

"Ah!" Guthred's legs tensed and flexed as he fought to control himself. "Commander-"

Thrain looked at up his subordinate's flushed face before he slid his lips down Guthred's shaft, taking as much as he can into his mouth. He was rewarded with a muffled groan and Thrain pulled back before repeating the action, the flat of his tongue pressed flush to the underside of Guthred's cock.

His second-in-command swallowed, throat bobbing up and down. "You really don't have to."

Thrain pulled off Guthred's cock, replacing his mouth with his free hand. He stroked up and down the shaft, before rubbing his thumb in circles about the sensitive head. "But I want to."

Guthred sighed, equally exasperated and aroused, before dropping his head back onto the pillow. "If that's how you want to indulge yourself."

Thrain smiled before slipping his thumb down to press gently against the frenulum. Guthred clenched tight around his fingers with a hiss and his own erection throbbed in response. All in due time.

Thrain bent down to take Guthred's cock into his mouth again. With a hand around the base of Guthred's cock, he alternated between swirling his tongue against the glans and sucking gently. He still had two fingers buried in his subordinate's ass and he pressed them into the prostate, rubbing firmly.

Guthred gasped and a hand descended onto the crown of Thrain's head, gripping at his hair. The commander took that as his cue to introduce a third finger, all the while showering Guthred's erection with suckling kisses. The fit was tight, but Guthred quickly loosened up when he aimed for his prostate again, driving more involuntary sounds out of his mouth.

Thrain thrust his fingers in and out of that plush heat, unconsciously speeding up when he imagined it was his cock instead of his fingers inside Guthred. His fingers were already a snug fit, so Guthred's hole would be even tighter around his cock, and Thrain moaned around the other man's erection at the anticipation. He couldn't help but press his hips into the mattress to relieve himself, even for a little.

He looked up at Guthred's flushed face to see the other man watching back, gaze overly bright and mouth slack. Thrain licked up the underside of Guthred's cock and watched the man's chest heave with stuttered breaths. Guthred's hand stayed entangled in his hair.

He turned back to his task. Thrain closed his mouth around Guthred's cock again, hollowing his cheeks out and bobbing his head up and down. He squeezed at where his mouth did not cover and continued unrelenting ministrations upon Guthred's prostrate.

His dear subordinate let out a bitten-off gasp. Guthred's fingers tightened their grasp on Thrain's scalp as his thighs came up involuntarily around his commander's ears. He clenched around Thrain's fingers and Thrain's blood burned with the knowledge that he was the one to affect Guthred this much.

Thrain ran his tongue along the vein on the underside of Guthred's cock, rubbed along the frenulum, and dipped into the slit, before he closed his lips tight over the engorged glans and sucked. He fucked Guthred on his fingers, unrelentingly firm and steady, dragging over the prostate with each pass.

Guthred's thighs tightened around his head and his hand pulled on his hair as the doctor gasped. "Commander- Commander, I'm going to- mm!"

Hot come splashed onto Thrain's tongue and he swallowed the salty and bitter liquid down, heart pounding at he worked Guthred through his orgasm, not letting up the pressure on his prostate and sucking on his cock until he squeezed one last spurt of come out of him. Guthred had seized up below him, head thrown back with hand covering his mouth, muscles clamping down around Thrain's fingers, thighs quivering at the sides of his head.

Thrain did not ease up until Guthred tugged sharply at his hair. He pressed a kiss to his subordinate's trembling belly before looking up and drinking in the sight. Guthred lay there, boneless and heaving for breath. His hand had slid from his mouth to rest on the pillow at his cheek, and he was flushed delightfully from the roots of his hair to his collarbones. His spent cock rested in the crease of a hip, wet and shiny with saliva.

Thrain surged foward and kissed him hard and messy, the taste of the other man's come still in his mouth. He rutted mindlessly against Guthred's ass, his heavy cock sliding along the smaller man's perineum, catching on his hole before slipping between his cheeks.

Thrain had never been so hard in his life. He wanted and needed Guthred. He needed to be in Guthred. To bury himself all the way to the hilt until he couldn't go any further. He needed Guthred on his cock, to feel him, how soft and hot he would be, how tight he'd be around Thrain's girth. He needed to stuff his second-in-command full and make him come on his cock. He moaned against Guthred's jaw as his cock caught yet again on the other man's rim.

Thrain sucked a bruise into the skin. "I'm going to continue." He practically growled. "Do you have any objections?"

Guthred kissed him sloppily, gaze unfocused and muscles lax, still recovering from his orgasm. "Go for it," he mumbled. "I'll be with you in a moment."

Thrain smiled, endeared by the odd choice of words. He kissed Guthred again, thoroughly, before finding the discarded lube and slicking himself up. Fingers still wet, he checked Guthred one last time, pressing a digit in, and was delighted to find that he'd loosened up even more.

Thrain was big. He knew he was big, and the reality was that even if Guthred was completely relaxed and stretched, his hole would still be a tight fit. Thrain squeezed his eyes shut at the overwhelming pressure and locked his fingers around Guthred's hips. He moaned, unable to stop himself from thrusting further into his subordinate's tight heat.

Below him, Guthred cried out, hole involuntarily spasming around Thrain. His soft cock twitched as his legs trembled.

Thrain grunted. Guthred was so tight around him that it was almost painful. He peeled his eyes open and he swallowed. "Guthred, you need to relax." Panting hard, he tried to hold himself together. "I’m going to come if you’re this tight."

His second-in-command whined at him before taking in a deep breath and letting it out shakily. Thrain could feel Guthred fitfully relax around his cock until he felt like he could move again without immediately losing it. He rubbed at a quivering thigh until Guthred calmed down enough, then he pulled out and drove back in with one long thrust. He sheathed himself fully within Guthred, moaning long and loud at how beautifully his subordinate opened for him.

Guthred choked on an inhale, pupils blown wide, fingers clutching desperately at nothing. Thrain anchored himself against Guthred's hips and thrust in and out, pulling the smaller man onto his cock partway to meet each snap of the hips. He felt almost delirious with pleasure, Guthred slick and tight and hot all around him and little noises falling out of his mouth even as he tried in vain to muffle them.

Guthred's cock was half-hard again, leaving wet trails across his belly every time Thrain fucked into him, bouncing from the force. Thrain was so hard it was nearly unbearable. He was doing this to Guthred. Only he made Guthred look this way, debauched and wanton. It was impossible to see the detached, efficient man Guthred was in public when he had him in his bed naked and open, getting fucked towards a second orgasm.

Thrain leaned down to kiss his trusted second-in-command, plundering his willing mouth. He could feel Guthred's cock against his abdomen, pressed tight between the two of them. Thrain licked at Guthred's lips and bit at his neck. "I'm going to come soon." He panted, feeling like he was steadily losing his mind.

Guthred tucked Thrain's hair to one side and muttered, almost in a daze. "Didn't I tell you to go for it?" He adjusted his hips, clenching as his muscles shifted and Thrain nearly blew his load right there and then. "Come on, I'll make it good for you."

Thrain took a few steadying breaths. "You always make it good for me."

His subordinate sighed petulantly and slung his legs around Thrain's waist, jostling them in their position and wiping all rational thought from Thrain's mind. "I'll make it better for you, okay? Why are you always so difficult- ahh!"

Thrain didn't wait for him to finish his sentence. Instead, he fucked him hard, spurred on by the feeling of Guthred's muscular legs wrapped around him. He gripped the man's hips tight, fingers digging into firm muscle for purchase. It was pure ecstasy. Thrain was burning from the inside out, excruciatingly hard, nerves on fire and sparks racing up his spine. Guthred felt glorious around him. He plowed into that slick, welcoming heat over and over, chasing his climax.

Beneath him, Guthred let out a sob and Thrain pressed him into the mattress, kissing him with wild abandon. His second-in-command wrapped his arms around his shoulders and clung to him, moaning desperately into his mouth. Thrain drove his cock into Guthred's beautifully tight hole once, twice, then he was coming hard, pumping thick loads of come into his partner. His muscles shook and he panted harshly against Guthred's temple. His hips kept going of their own accord, pistoning in and out, fucking his come into Guthred's body, grinding it into his walls. He could feel how wet he was making his second-in-command, every subsequent thrust getting sloppier and sloppier. It was almost obscene, how easy his come made it to move inside Guthred.

Thrain finally slowed to a stop, sated beyond belief. He and Guthred breathed together, hearts slowing down from a wild gallop. Thrain pushed himself up to his elbows and felt stickness on his abdomen. Guthred had come again, evidenced by the thin fluid smeared between them.

They kissed, unhurried and content. Their tongues brushed, tangled, dallied together. Breaking for air, Thrain kissed a trail along Guthred's cheekbone up to the corner of his eye. "How do you feel?"

"Like I just got railed into next week." Guthred said in a daze. He pushed weakly at Thrain's shoulder when the commander chuckled. "I can't move my legs."

Thrain pushed himself up to sitting, dislodging the doctor's legs and lowering them to the bed. His spent cock slipped out of Guthred's hole with a squelch, coated in come. Guthred grimaced at the sensation and Thrain ran soothing hands over his thighs.

Guthred was a mess. If Thrain could get hard again so soon he would've at the sight. Some of the come had been pushed out of Guthred with the force of his thrusts and had leaked between his buttocks. Semen smeared between his legs, coating his perineum and staining his balls a sticky white.

Thrain swallowed and rubbed appreciatively at his second-in-command's knee. He licked his lips. "One day, I would like to eat you out."

Guthred coughed weakly in surprise. "You have a surprisingly dirty mind for someone of your disposition."

The commander smiled. "I am but a man, one with wants and needs, urges."

Guthred lifted his head up to squint at Thrain disbelievingly. "And you want to eat me out? There are plenty of other things that are nicer for you that don't involve you sticking your tongue in my ass. And are you just going to sit there and ogle? Either you lie back down or do something. Well?"

Thrain laughed and kissed the inside of Guthred's knee.

Once they were as clean as they could get in their state, Thrain pulled Guthred into his arms. He nuzzled into the other man's cheek, pressing kisses into the skin. Guthred turned his head and their lips slotted together neatly. Thrain's heart squeezed at the softness of the kiss, so different from their heated coupling before.

"Is this why medical equipment is so expensive?" Thrain asked, absently rubbing his fingers into the small of Guthred's back.

The doctor looked at him blankly. "What?"

Thrain quirked an eyebrow. "Because the medical lubricant performed much better than the commercial ones you can buy in store. Is there a difference in formulation? Is it a medical thing? It must be more expensive than what's available commercially, yes?"

Guthred looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "What- I, what? I mean, medical equipment is manufactured to a higher standard of quality compared to generic everyday items and that is why they're more expensive, but you also have things that get the medical label thrown on and they charge multiple times what they're truly worth- what?"

Thrain shrugged as well as someone could while cuddling someone in bed. "I think you'd agree that the medical lubricant really helped make the sex even more enjoyable than usual. Expense shouldn't be a problem. After all, I earn an officer's salary and you are a military doctor." He dipped his hand down to massage an ass cheek. "What do you think?"

Guthred blinked multiple times, eyebrows pulled low in confusion. "You want to- buy medical lube."

"Yes." Thrain gave the firm buttock one last squeeze before smoothing his hand up and down Guthred's back.

The doctor laid there unmoving, then shoved his hand into Thrain's face, enunciating very clearly. "Are you stupid?"

Thrain rolled onto his back with the force of Guthred's shove, taking his second-in-command with him. He laughed, chortling as Guthred hissed and spat in his arms like a Teyvatian cat. The hand was eventually removed from his face and he pulled his second-in-command down to kiss him, cutting off his tirade about something or other.

Thrain grinned against Guthred's lips. "You're so cute." He kissed away the denial until the doctor was breathless. "Next time, let me make love to you."

Guthred draped bonelessly on top of him. "You just fucked me six ways to the Abyss and you're already thinking about next time?"

The commander tweaked at a piece of pale hair that had fallen into Guthred's eyes. "You misunderstand me. I don't mean just having sex. I mean the act of making love."

The doctor flushed endearingly. "You're so embarassing." He huffed, turning his head to rest it on Thrain's chest. "Fine, have it your way. Can't believe-" He stopped, staring at the bag he left on Thrain's table. "Oh fuck."

Thrain adjusted his head to see Guthred's expression. "What is it?"

The doctor began extricating himself from Thrain's arms. "I'm supposed to write that report and submit it by the end of the day. It's-" he checked the clock in the room, "almost dinnertime, fuck, I do not have time-"

Thrain turned onto his side to watch Guthred pull his bag onto the bed. The doctor rifled through it, pulling out a pen and the clipboard with papers attached to it. He spread the pages out on the cleanest part of the bed and attached a blank sheet of paper to the front of the clipboard. Sitting cross-legged with a wince, Guthred got to writing, his nearly illegible words flowing across the paper.

Propping his head up with a fist, Thrain ogled openly at Guthred. He always enjoyed looking at his second-in-command. He enjoyed it even more when the man in question was nude. His hair was a mess, strands sticking this way and that, having fallen out of Guthred's usual slicked coif. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his eyes darted between the various documents on the bed as he wrote out his doctor's report. Bruises adorned his neck and shoulders, all courtesy of Thrain.

"You," Guthred continued to scrawl words onto the page in his doctor's handwriting, "are leering. It's very unbecoming."

Thrain considered replying but he was instead distracted by the flexing of Guthred's pectorals and arm muscles as he wrote. His gaze slid down the doctor's torso, appreciating the toned abdomen and soft belly. Faint marks were starting to show on Guthred's hips and Thrain felt equally guilty and proud of himself. Framed by muscular legs and the clipboard, he could just about see Guthred's pubic hair and cock nestled softly above his balls. He could feel himself stirring just the faintest bit. Guthred was definitely still wet and loose from earlier-

"No." Guthred enunciated. "I need to finish and submit this report in less than half an hour. The attending is very strict about deadlines and I do not wish to get on his bad side. His clinic is the only medical facility we have for miles out here and I want full access to it."

Thrain relented and leaned closer to see what Guthred was writing. It was so messy he could only pick out a handful of words. After a while, he spoke up. "I think the clinic's owner suspects we're involved."

"What?" Guthred had stopped writing, glaring at him in horror.

The commander watched the post-coital flush fade from Guthred's skin at the revelation. No matter, he'd just have to bed his second-in-command more often. Guthred looked good flushed and pliant in his bed. Thrain planned on making it a reality as often as possible.

"What do you mean by that." His dear subordinate was glaring holes into him, pen almost shaking in the air with how hard he was holding it.

Thrain shrugged. "It is exactly how it sounds."

Guthred stared slack jawed at him before shaking his head and looking back to his report. "Whatever. I don't have time for this right now, but you will tell me about it later, you hear?"

Thrain smiled indulgently at the doctor. "At dinner?"

The doctor scowled at his papers. "Fine, yes, at dinner. You can tell me then."

Thrain's smile widened into a grin. They lapsed back into silence for a brief moment before he opened his mouth again. "I think some of our troops also suspect the same."

"...What?!"