The ropes chafe at Arran’s wrists slightly, but his pride prevents him from complaining. His pride ought to have stopped him from agreeing to this ‘game’ in the first place, but the look in {{user}}’s eyes…

Captain Arran Parker might be feared and respected, but he was still just a man.

And what his brain might refuse - his heart (and cock) were less objectionable. God help me if any of the men find out about this.

“You’ve gotten good at tying those knots.” He observes rather stiffly as {{user}} finishes binding his legs, his thighs lewdly spread by the ropes securing him to the bed. “I ought to have you teach the recruits. Half of them can’t secure a line to save their lives.” The ropes accentuate the hard lines and curves of the captain’s body; the ones that circle the tops of his thighs make the prominent bulge in Arran’s pants even more noticeable.

The red-headed captain raises his head to meet {{user}}’s gaze, the stern expression almost permanently carved into his sharp features softening slightly. “Well,” Arran says, with a slight smile. “Now that you have your captain bound and helpless, what do you intend to do with him?”

"Now, now, SR," Captain Arran smirks back, "I don't think that's part of our game." His tone teasing, but there's something...different there too. He lifts his hips, thrusting forward ever so slightly against the sheets beneath him. Goddamn, this feels good, having my weight on these tied up, unable to move properly. It makes me feel powerful and submissive all at once.

He wets his lips and meets Arthur Winters's gaze, feeling that strange heat stirring inside him again. The blond man leans in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "But I suppose since we're playing..." Captain Arran's hand finds Arthur's leg, sliding smoothly up along his thigh, making sure not to brush too close to the younger man's crotch as he reaches the juncture where his thigh meets

"Oh come on, there's no fun in that!" Captain Arran teases, arching his back and lifting his chest higher, exposing his neck to the eager-looking Arthur Winters. He grins at the blond man's surprise as he realizes he does still have a little bit of movement. "Maybe I just needed some...encouragement," Arran breathes out, giving another thrust against the sheets beneath him, "to stay put."

His hand moves up higher, hovering over Arthur Winters's abdomen for a moment before slowly sliding down to rest on the swell of his hip. He can feel the warmth and strength emanating from the younger man, making it almost impossible not to touch him there. "Maybe if you really want to play..." Arran purrs, trailing his fingers higher up Arthur's thigh. "...you could try tightening those ropes

Well...if you insist. Captain Arran Parker feels an unexpected rush of disappointment as he's freed from his self-imposed restraints. He rolls onto his side to face Arthur, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I suppose I shouldn't push my luck," he says with a laugh. "But if you change your mind..." He trails off suggestively, arching an eyebrow.

Captain Arran Parker looks back up to meet Arthur Winters's gaze, considering him for a long moment before his hand moves forward once more, tracing lazy circles on the younger man's chest. The touch is soft and possessive, teasingly close but not quite making contact with the sensitive skin just underneath Arthur's neck. "What do you think," he murmurs quietly, "should I...?"

Captain Arran's expression softens, almost surprised by the uncertainty in Arthur's voice. He hesitates for a moment before leaning forward to press his lips against the other man's neck. A shiver runs through them both as he whispers, "Of course I am. But if you're not comfortable with that..." He pulls back slightly, searching Arthur's eyes for some sign of what the younger man wants. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Captain Arran smiles faintly at the earnest sincerity in Arthur's words. He's almost...touched by it, but he doesn't want to appear weak or overemotional. With a casual shrug, he replies, "Well, if you insist on being so proper about it..." A wicked glint comes into his eye as he leans forward again, his lips seeking out the sensitive skin behind Arthur Winters's ear. He nips gently before murmuring, "Maybe I could show you how much fun this can really be...if you let me."

"Really?" Captain Arran's voice is amused as he turns to face Arthur fully, propping himself up on one elbow. "And what makes you think I haven't done this before? Just because I keep myself in shape for the RSOA doesn't mean I can't have a little fun on the side." His grin widens slightly as he admires the younger man beneath him. "Trust me, Arthur," he murmurs, leaning forward to brush his lips against Arthur's. "I promise you, this will be...memorable."

Captain Arran Parker's hands slide up along Arthur Winters's body until they cup the younger man's face. He tilts Arthur's head back slightly, exposing the pale column of his throat. As he leans in to press their lips together, a shiver runs through them both; the captain's powerful frame and

Captain Arran Parker freezes, pulling back slightly to look at Arthur in surprise and then a mix of anger and hurt. "Don't you dare compare us like that," he hisses through gritted teeth. "I never forced you into anything." He lets out a shaky breath before forcing himself to calm down. "If that's how you really feel, I understand," he says softly. "But I don't want things between us to be like that...to have it where I just force myself on you against your will."

He turns away, running a hand through his hair before looking back at Arthur with a determined expression on his face. "But I do want this," he says firmly. "And if we're going to do it, I want it to be because you want it too." He pauses for a moment, considering the younger man once more. "So...tell me what you want

Ah, I see..." Captain Arran gives a nod of understanding, the tension easing from his body as comprehension dawns. "Well, if that's what you want...," he whispers huskily, moving closer again until their bodies are pressed tightly together. His hand cups the back of Arthur's head, drawing him in for another long, passionate kiss. As they kiss, Arran starts to caress Arthur's neck and chest, brushing his fingers against the nipples hardening beneath his touch. With a low growl, he begins to thrust his hips against Arthur, grinding their pelvises together in an increasingly urgent rhythm.

"You're mine," he murmurs roughly into Arthur's ear, "to do with whatever I please." And even as he says the words, he knows that deep down, he doesn't mean them like that. Not really. But

*Captain Arran moans softly as Arthur arches into him, pressing their bodies tighter still. He trails his fingertips lower now, tracing circles over the defined muscles of Arthur's stomach before dipping lower still, teasing the curls of hair surrounding his navel. Drawing a sharp breath, he lifts his hips, grinding harder against Arthur, feeling the younger man's erection press insistently against his thigh. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

"That's it," he growls, letting his hand drop lower still until he cups Arthur's already-hard length. His thumb glides up and down over the head of Arthur's cock, matching his rhythm to the friction created by their grinding hips. "Feel this? This is what happens when you disob

Captain Arran lets out a low laugh, even as he continues to stroke Arthur's cock. "Well," he breathes, "if you insist on being so rebellious..." He leans forward, pressing their lips together again as his other hand moves lower still, cupping the tight glob of flesh nestled between Arthur's legs. His thumb presses down firmly against the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath the smooth skin, eliciting a sharp gasp from Arthur that mingles with their kiss.

"Maybe I'll just have to take matters into my own hands," he growls before dragging his wet tongue across Arthur's bottom lip, swirling and teasing until it finds its way past the younger man's teeth and into his mouth. The taste of Arthur Winters fills his senses as their tongues dance together, both of them lost to the heat building between their bodies.

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*Captain Arran takes in a sharp breath as Arthur grinds against him harder, the combination of sensations almost overwhelming. But instead of pulling away, he meets the movement, matching Arthur stroke for stroke, using his body to urge Arthur on, closer and closer to the edge.

As they kiss, Captain Arran slides a hand between their bodies, cupping Arthur's ass in his palm and thrusting upwards, feeling the velvety heat of the younger man's entrance slide over his fingers. With a moan, he curls his fingers, pressing deeper inside, searching for the spot that will send Arthur over the edge. "That's it," he pants, "give me what I want." His other hand continues to stroke Arthur's cock relentlessly, speeding up as he feels the telltale trembles course through the other man's body.

Captain Arran groans as he feels Arthur's tight warmth clamp down around his fingers, the telltale spurt of hot cum against his hand driving him over the edge as well. He pushes deeper inside, feeling Arthur's body convulse around him as he comes. His hips buck forward, thrusting against Arthur one last time before collapsing on top of him, their bodies pressed tightly together and slick with sweat.

He kisses Arthur deeply, tasting himself on the younger man's tongue, feeling the powerful aftershocks of orgasm still coursing through both their bodies. It takes several long moments before he can catch his breath enough to speak, and when he finally does, all that comes out is a rough grunt. "Fuck," he whispers. "That was...unbelievable."

Captain Arran pulls out from beneath Arthur, lying next to him and letting out a shaky breath. The intensity of what they just shared leaves him lightheaded, but there's an undeniable heat spreading through his body. He looks at Arthur and smirks, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I'll admit, it was...interesting. And rather enjoyable." A wicked glint comes into his eye as he says, "But don't expect me to start giving orders around here all the time. It would get old rather quickly."

With a contented sigh, he closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of Arthur's warmth against his side. For now, they can both pretend that they aren't part of a group headed towards the inevitable apocalypse. That they can simply be two people sharing a moment together. But soon enough, reality will

A low chuckle escapes Captain Arran Parker's lips as he listens to Arthur confess his preferences. "Well," he teases, "if you ever want more..." He trails off suggestively, running his fingers up along Arthur's arm. "Maybe I could arrange something special just for you." There's a slight flush creeping across his cheeks, but he doesn't mind admitting aloud how much he enjoys being wanted like this, being able to take what he wants from another person. The power dynamic between them makes everything even sweeter.

Captain Arran smirks down at Arthur and gives his shoulder a playful nudge. "You know best, SR," he replies with mock-seriousness. "I'll make sure to take good care of you. After all, we can't risk any injuries while on patrol." He glances over toward the bed, a devilish grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he contemplates their earlier encounter. "Just remember," he says softly, reaching out to run his finger along Arthur's jawline, "I'm always here for you..."

Captain Arran leans in closer, feeling his heart race as their bodies touch once more. With a mischievous smile, he whispers into Arthur's ear, "That reminds me... How about some dessert?" Before Arthur can react, Captain Arran pulls him close, kissing him deeply, his tongue sliding easily past Arthur's lips and dueling with his own. His hand travels lower, cupping the younger man's aroused form, teasing the sensitive tip through the fabric of his uniform until it throbs against his fingers. As they continue to kiss, lost in the heat of the moment, Captain Arran begins to stroke Arthur harder, faster, driving them both ever closer to the edge again...

*Captain Arran pulls back, panting heavily as he looks down at the flushed face and pleading eyes of his companion. "Oh, you are a naughty one," he whispers before shoving Arthur onto his hands and knees. He roughly yanks off the younger man's uniform bottoms, revealing his well-used rear end. With a wicked grin, Captain Arran positions himself behind Arthur and slowly guides his hard length toward the welcoming warmth of Arthur's ass.

As he pushes inside, Arthur arches his back and moans loudly, digging his nails into the sheets as pleasure washes over him. Captain Arran holds still for a moment, relishing the feel of being so deep inside Arthur, before beginning to thrust roughly, taking what he wants with harsh and powerful strokes that send shockwaves of pleasure through both their bodies. He reaches around Arthur's