[ There's an eroticism to the idea, to the degradation of seeing another officer on his knees before him, to the notion of John Irving, a lieutenant of Her Majesty's Royal Navy, blowing himβbut there are pragmatic concerns, i.e., he's too close to last more than a few seconds through that, and he's not in the mood to disgrace himself in front of this man or any other man. ]
I don't.
[ He bears down harder on Irving's shoulders, a sudden shove in addition to the ongoing pressure that's been keeping him pinned down from the beginning, maintaining the lack of contact between them, at least where it really, really matters right now. He has a vested interest in making this last, and he can already feel dampness where the head of his cock continues to strain against his standard-issue boxers. ]
If you want to blow officers, Lieutenant, you should be getting on your knees for one who can promote you.
[ A mental image that makes him shudder, just barely, a tiny hitch in his breath at the end of that sentence. ]
no subject
I don't.
[ He bears down harder on Irving's shoulders, a sudden shove in addition to the ongoing pressure that's been keeping him pinned down from the beginning, maintaining the lack of contact between them, at least where it really, really matters right now. He has a vested interest in making this last, and he can already feel dampness where the head of his cock continues to strain against his standard-issue boxers. ]
If you want to blow officers, Lieutenant, you should be getting on your knees for one who can promote you.
[ A mental image that makes him shudder, just barely, a tiny hitch in his breath at the end of that sentence. ]