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“There was something else..." Garret trailed off and drew Sam's curiosity. The coyote's brow quirked and his posture straightened - the way he stood when he expected to be formally addressed. “What is your professional opinion on Resnick's performance?"

“My professional opinion?" It seemed Sam would squint, but he fixed his neutral expression. “Resnick's recovering better than I would have expected. However, he's too fixated; he used to be more aware of his surroundings - knocking against Edwin was a genuine mistake."

“Actually..." As the coyote went on, his eyes narrowed. They fixed on something invisible behind The Captain, though there was nothing of interest in the office. He trailed off for so long; it became apparent his intent was not to continue.

Garret heard the unasked question. “The Order won't concern itself with personal opinions."

Let the subordinate know that, whatever else they may have to say on the Captain's unit, it would not leave this room

Sam nodded. “He's distracting himself. Resnick's trying too hard to stay on task, I think it's gotten worse since the Spare day."

The Captain nodded in return. Then something truly had become more distracting for Resnick since a couple days ago. At least there was another who thought something similar. It helped to have another observant soldier with fewer responsibilities.

One that could bring certainty.

“If you would, Sam, please tell Resnick I'd like him to report to my office after his bath."

Sam squinted - an action just unfamiliar enough to inform The Captain that the coyote realized he lacked insight. Nonetheless, no further questions were asked. He saluted and left.

A knock on the Captain's door came less than an hour later.

“Come in."

Garret looked up to see Resnick. A long piece of wheat jutted from their grin. The young wolf seemed happy, but 'seemed' was the key word.

It became an uncomfortable trip to see how the last couple weeks tossed the wolf. Tragedy after tragedy; like some kind of theater pratfall that was only cruel to one character in particular.

Except Captain Garret did not laugh.

Resnick held up the facade, however. “Sam said you wanted to see me, Captain?"

“I want to ask about your performance earlier today." The Captain gestured to the chair. “Sit down."

“Wait." Resnick broke the stem of wheat in his mouth. They were already this high-strung? “If this is about smacking Edwin—"

“Resnick."

The young wolf's ears flattened. Resnick understood the tone and came to sit down. But his body jittered with energy. His claws flexed against his trousers. He forced himself to take a deep breath.

“This isn't about the tournament." Garret's watched a heavy weight lift from Resnick's shoulders. “From what Sam told me, he was just as surprised that Edwin rolled right into your swing."

“Er, not that I'm not glad, but what did you want to talk to me about, then?"

“You, Resnick." The Captain stood from his chair. He gestured to keep Resnick seated. “You're recovering. I know some mishaps are expected—" “But they—" “—but they weren't your fault."

A stern expression kept the young wolf from another outburst.

Garret went on. “I know you had the opportunity to join Edwin before. It was unusual enough you didn't spend your coveted spare day doing something you usually liked. Instead you joined Ludwig at the library and he was too flustered and vague to describe anything you two did."

Resnick failed to look his captain in the eye while he went on about all the things he knew. The fear that surrounded this knowledge remained, but why?

It had to be brought to light.

Garret circled around his desk, bringing his chair with him. He positioned it so he and Resnick could sit close enough to whisper.

“I know you're trying so hard, Resnick. You want to make people proud - and Hell, you're stubborn enough to do it. There's no one in this unit that doubts you, but I need you to promise me you'll tell someone what has you so wound up."

If Resnick's ears could droop lower, they would have. His body slumped to compensate. “Captain, I—" but they stopped short. Something on the tip of the young wolf's tongue failed to let go.

“Is it how you feel about males?" Resnick reared back in surprise. They were about to ask, but Garret silenced them with a gesture. “The Order does teach us not to be excessive, but there's no harm in what you and Edwin did. I don't regret what I did, if you remember?"

Resnick slowly nodded, but seemed unconvinced. Or they were too nervous to be affirmed. “Thank you, Captain."

“No." Garret shook his head. “I'm not just saying this as your Captain. If you ask me to, I will swear nothing you tell me leaves this room."

“There's—" Resnick stopped.

He fiddled with his digits.

Garret let them think it over in their head before they tried to continue.

“There's something I want to ask about."

If the young wolf expected to see a quirked brow response, he would be surprised. He looked up and saw Garret; sincere, concerned, and attentive.

It left Resnick too choked up to continue and he had to pool his thoughts back together.

“About... intimacy." Resnick finally stated, and Garret nodded. “Is it normal to— to lose yourself?"

“What?"

“I mean when— have you ever gotten so enveloped in it that you just forgot where you were or..." Resnick trailed off at his Captain's— at Garret's confused stare. “I feel like I pushed Edwin further than he wanted to go."

The young wolf appeared as though they expected to be scolded - they certainly might be depending what they meant, but Garret had something called perspective. With that in mind, how could he assume Resnick had any ill-intent for Edwin - his dear friend?

Garret only asked Resnick what happened, and the dam broke.

The scene poured out of the young wolf; how he never thought of his friend that way before, but suddenly found each other so engaged. He failed to ask his partner what they wanted - how far they wanted to go and what they wanted to do; that Edwin accepted Resnick's apology but failed to hold eye contact.

And something similar happened between the young wolf and Ludwig. Resnick explained something came over him, he took things further than he meant to. In a public space, no less.

“As far as I can tell, it sounds like you were..." Garret paused to choose his words carefully. “...excited. If you pushed Edwin or Ludwig too far, that's heinous - with or without The Order. But you know that. More importantly, you know them. If Edwin hated you, you'd know. If Ludwig hated you, your team would know. You're scared your comrades might hate you. Open up to them and they will understand and work with you."

A pause.

“Let's avoid telling Sam about this, actually."

Resnick nodded, but seemed eager to stay on topic.

“I'm scared I might do it again." Resnick confessed. “I didn't— I don't want to admit it, but it's not just them. I feel like I'm on the cusp of something. It's not that I'm jumping on every thought, but sometimes it feels like I can't control myself. It just... happens."

So it seemed to be their sexuality at the heart of it all. But had they not frequented the brothel with Edwin before? Maybe this had been a tipping point - the encounter with their teammate. Now he wanted more and had no idea how to manage it

Whatever the thing was in its specificity, it terrified Resnick.

"Resnick, have you considered that you might need an..." Garret regarded the young wolf with a quirked brow, "outlet?"

“Maybe, but actually, I'm thinking..." Resnick stammered. His face so red, he could barely speak. “...Someone more experienced could help me?"

That was it, then.

All of Garret's concerns the other night about pushing the soldier in a wrong direction, and here they were asking to go there of their own volition. He took a deep breath.

“I need you to understand," Garret began, “that if I were to agree to this, I could be discharged from the Order. I can't say that, as your Captain, this is something I should do."

He watched Resnick gulp. The young soldier expected a scolding, but if this was the only way to make him feel secure in his team again, it was Garret's duty in a way, was it not?

“But I will say, Resnick, as someone who is deeply concerned about you and your choices, that if you knock on my door tonight, I won't turn you away."

If the soldier needed someone, how was his captain to refuse?

---

A candle was set upon a desk. It bathed the Captain's Quarters in a dim light, showing the standard furniture of his room. A bed against the middle of the wall, flanked by two nightstands. An armoire in the corner. Shelves filled with various odds and ends from his years of service. And, of course, a desk setup with parchment and ink, and even a mirror.

Though he heard many rumors of how glamorous a Captain's quarters were supposed to be, Garret found the only real difference was - as one of the few people of the Order who slept in his own room - he had more space for various knick knacks.

But he was not highlighting memorabilia. The candle on his desk was far enough from the bed to give the whole room a certain softness. A quietness. Something that could make Resnick feel comfortable, he hoped.

Garret knew, from all his experience, everything was important when setting a mood.

He even checked himself in the mirror. Shirt, or no shirt?

If he left his shirt on, he was being far more respectful to Resnick's ability to set the pace and what they wanted. Especially if a conversation was all that needed to happen tonight.

If he left his shirt off, he would be casual, but distract with his physique - like in the baths. Resnick might be too flustered to consider more than the sexual nature of the encounter. With how much the young wolf needed an outlet, however, maybe that would be for the best?

Or should he leave his shirt provocatively unbuttoned, which was essentially as slutty as an Order soldier could dress without a broken rule; to be wearing the uniform, but in a way that hinted just enough about how one wanted to be viewed.

“...You've been reading too many S. L. Ethan novels, Captain."

Garret sighed.

For what he thought Resnick needed most, someone to confide in, the young wolf already had. To coax them into exploration and experimentation, he finally decided to set his shirt on his desk chair.

If nothing else, the Order ensured the old white wolf was handsome as ever. A strong body for a stalwart soldier. A certain ruggedness was about him, however. The notches in his ear, the thicker fuzz on his face. Maybe he should have trimmed the grayest hairs around his muzzle?

Or maybe that made him all the more attractive.

With a sidelong glance to the door, he entertained an indulgence as old as time. He flexed for himself in the mirror. The rush he felt in his younger days had diminished severely, but he could look at himself and know his handsomeness.

That was enough.

And in a few minutes, Garret heard a knock on his door. He opened the door and saw Resnick, though was surprised to see the young wolf in his uniform.

His quirked eyebrow earned a response - ears splayed in an apologetic manner.

“In case someone catches us, I thought I'd look like I was going somewhere."

Garret nodded. He noted that his own choice of dress earned a surprise from the young wolf. The shadows of the room obscured detail, but Resnick's eyes glanced across the bare fur until he forced himself to look away.

As Garret allowed Resnick inside, he realized both party's instincts were adverse to what they wanted to do.

For Resnick, it was to be respectful - to show the Captain obedience. He was not meant to act out of line of the Order, and the Captain was meant to show him how best to do this.

For Garret, it was to be distant - to keep his emotions at bay in the face of things that needed to be done. He was to command his soldiers, not necessarily to be a friend or a mentor. But in his own way, he found those things may have been the most important things a commander could be.

Though not always in this particular way, he thought as he closed the door.

Resnick's eyes glanced about the shelves. There was a sense of curiosity and surprise about him. He focused on a jagged old dagger.

“I never realized you had all this."

“Did you think I kept my room empty?" Garret chuckled at his subordinate's fascination, but he stood beside the young wolf all the same. “That dagger came from one of our attempts to take back from the Red Eyes. We couldn't ever find out what ritual it was for, but it seemed entirely inert."

There seemed to be a thousand questions on Resnick's mind as he looked to his Captain, but they died in his mind as he saw a smile.

Garret watched him with amusement. They were here for something different entirely, yet Resnick could hardly help himself from excitement over any implication of the Order's grandeur.

They would be here forever if the situation was not addressed.

“Where do you want to start?"

Resnick's ears flattened again, his eyes darted about. He almost dropped the wheat from his mouth.

“I don't know. I don't usually feel like this during..."

Resnick trailed off. His words were quiet, almost guilty. He needed to be encouraged.

“How about we start with this?" Garret placed his hands at Resnick's shirt, fingers on the fastenings. He waited for some signal of approval, though the young wolf seemed frozen on the spot by the approach. “Nod or shake your head, Resnick."

After a long moment, Resnick finally nodded. His uniform was undone. The gray fur of his chest was outlined by the shadows of his falling shirt in the soft candlelight. His physique was strong, certainly worthy of the order.

“For now, let's just compare - get a feel for each other."

Garret's hands now on Resnick's chest, he felt for the muscle. The pectorals were hard enough to embody strength, but loose enough that they were more than just for vanity. They had a weight about them.

Resnick gasped as he felt a blunt claw tease his nipple. The touch upon his body seemed to be electric, as the smell of sex in his trousers was obvious. But his hands remained at his side.

Garret trailed a hand down Resnick's body, by his side, until he found an idle hand. That hand was pulled up towards the old wolf's own body to mirror their positions - that they would both be able to feel each other.

But Resnick was not engaged so positively. His ears were down and something seemed to nag at him.

“It's okay," Garret told him. “Just explore what you want."

That seemed to encourage Resnick enough to indulge a little. He squeezed the Captain's chest. Once. Twice. His touch became a slow knead as his indulgence traveled from one side to the other, feeling the similarities.

Resnick also touched his own chest, actually taking the suggestion to compare. The blush was plain on his face. Words came from him in a small whisper.

“You're bigger than me."

Garret chuckled at the innocence in that statement. Something they could have known if they looked, yet Resnick really only thought about it when it was in his hands.

“You're not small, though."

Garrent returned the compliment, though his gaze had trailed down. Resnick gasped as he looked and realized how obviously his trousers strained.

There seemed to be something in the inexperienced wolf's expression that wanted to apologize, but Garret would have none of it.

“Are you ashamed?"

Resnick looked confused - accused in a way. His voice was a shallow whisper.

“Shouldn't I be?"

“Don't be." Garret stated, not as a command, but reinforcement. Rather than teasing further, his hands settled at Resnick's waistband. “I'll take pride in knowing I made you secure enough to do this with me. I hope you'll do the same."

Resnick swallowed hard. He seemed to hear the Captain's words, but all his attention was on the hands so close to his length.

“You said you were invigorated before," Garret began, “you don't feel that now?"

“I... don't know. Something seemed to happen before, I'd get confident. I don't know why it's not happening now."

“Then just like we did a moment ago," Garret encouraged, his fingers trailing down into Resnick's trousers to spread around the young wolf's sheath. “Just compare."

Resnick did not need to be guided this time. Another hard swallow and his hand settled against Garret's stomach. There was little definition, but the strength was unmistakable. The Captain was the stronger of the two.

But Resnick had further to go. If he paid attention, he could see the outline of a bulge, but the length was still obviously tucked away in its sheath. His hand settled at Garret's waist. He looked up to the Captain with an almost pleading expression - one that needed guidance.

Can I do this?

And Garret nodded.

Those fingertips pushed underneath the trousers, underneath the smallclothes. The equipment hidden there was thick. Resnick dared not grip it, but he trailed his fingers around to feel it. It twitched. The sheath was wet. And then Resnick paused.

Garret was unfastening Resnick's trousers. They seemed to have passed the point where they needed these, he reasoned.

And without an objection, the young wolf's trousers hit the floor. His erection was blatant, even in the dim light of the room. It cast a hefty shadow, strained as the smallclothes were, and poked out down by the thigh.

Garret's amusement was plain. The shyness, the hormones, the wants... It was puppy love, really.

"You can say no," Garret reminded the young wolf. He was ready to remove the small clothes, to see his subordinate entirely exposed, but he wanted to be sure.

Resnick let the smallest grin show in his face. "I want to do it with you."

The words struck Garret. He looked away with his own grin. Then he refocused.

"I admit, I want this too."

The laces were undone. Resnick's smallclothes failed to fall past his erection, the fabric caught.

Garret knelt to pull the last of the cloth to Resnick's ankles. The length bobbed in front of his muzzle. The scent of sex was unmistakable. He looked up to see Resnick's grin grew.

Then he stood and unfastened his own trousers. Under the weight of Garret's far more confident expression, Resnick glanced away.

"Look."

It was a command, but not with the force of a Captain. It was one that was teased with the gentle force of a dominant partner. One partner that was amused at the situation.

Resnick followed the command, his eyes drawn to his Captain's hands.

The trousers fell to his ankles, along with his smallclothes - which were removed at the same time to see the shocked expression on Resnick's face, and not because the Captain wanted to avoid explaining why the lace of his underwear had been shredded a couple nights ago.

Resnick did appear surprised. The young wolf's length bounced in excitement while he stared at his naked Captain. He had seen it before - they bathed together, but this was different.

This was brazen.

A sheen of pre coated the tip of Garret's sheath. His length did not rise to the occasion the same way Resnick's did, but there was just as much anticipation.

And Resnick was, in fact, becoming braver. He stepped forward to be closer, but stopped short of his length actually touching the other's body. His hands lifted slowly. His face seemed to show some anticipation of admonishment as he glanced to Garret for approval.

“Go on."

The young wolf's hands closed around the Captain's sheath. It was warm. It was wet. It was loose? Resnick adjusted his grip, feeling the sheath slide around the harder member within. More pre leaked out, coating his hands and easing his strokes.

His gaze moved to the orbs below. Resnick stroked the length with one hand, but his other moved to fondle them. They were bigger than his own. They were lower. A part of him wondered how they would feel against his chin, like with Edwin or Ludwig.

Then Garret returned the favor. His hands found the young wolf's sheath, pulled back by the exposed knot. His fingers stroked behind the bulb. He ignored the length entirely. A blunt claw tip tugged at the sheath, exposing it just enough for him to push in a finger.

Garret chuckled as he watched Resnick gasp. If the young wolf's cock had not started bouncing over and over again, he would have thought to pull out immediately. Instead, he enjoyed the apparent pleasure swimming through the other's body.

“Never done that before?"

“No!" Resnick breathed out. “Why is it so sensitive?"

“You could ask Ludwig later, I'm sure he would have an answer."

Ludwig might have known the answer, but the bear's ability to speak it would have been an entirely different story. Then again, if he had let Resnick fellate him in a library, maybe he had more confidence than his Captain assumed.

Either way, Garret moved on.

“Why don't you try it on me?"

It took Resnick a moment to work up the courage, but he acted progressively faster on his wants. He spread the sheath the same way Garret had a moment before and pushed inside. He found the tip of Garret's cock immediately. It dribbled its lubricant around his finger while he, unsure of what else to do, twirled his finger around the tip.

Garret let out a drawn out moan for the effort and, in an instant, his hand clasped around Resnick's. In particular around the sheath, he held it tight. The young wolf appeared confused until the captain told him to continue.

And continue he did. For what seemed to be minutes, the young wolf encircled the trapped tip. His strokes ranged from gentle rubs to actively teasing the underside of the head. He looked up on occasion to see Garret's ecstatic expressions. Both their faces were flush under the heat of their explorations, the Captain re-entering Resnick once more.

And when Resnick seemed entirely too antsy to withstand anymore foreplay, Garret pulled out and asked him to do the same.

As the young wolf pulled his hands away, Garret let go of his sheath. His erection was immediate - the whole length nearly entirely bounced out, if not for the bulb caught at the entrance.

Going by expressions, Garret had to assume Resnick was in awe. His captain's length was as large as Edwin's, yet there was still a knot yet to escape. As the sheath was pulled back to allow the knot out, Resnick actually swallowed.

Garret was bigger, even at a glance.

“Now," Garret began and Resnick looked him in the eye, “I have an idea for what we can do, if you're not married to any idea already."

Resnick swallowed again, harder this time, but Garret beat him to the question.

“No, I am not going to fuck you."

And Resnick breathed a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing his shoulders and resting his expression.

“You are going to fuck me."

Resnick blinked. All the thoughts in his head were obvious. The ones about what it meant for the chain of command, or what it would mean if their team found out, and so on. Yet Garret had to realize for the first time, If not for the fact that the young wolf was a subordinate, he might have done this the first time they met.

“Captain?" Resnick was quiet, but just audible enough. “Are you sure?"

Garret had no such doubts at this point. “Entirely."

There was a kind of giddiness between them afterward. A sort of excitement that had Resnick struggling not to bounce on the balls of his feet, meanwhile Garret had to resist any urge to laugh for seemingly no reason.

“You haven't done it before, right?" Garret asked.

“Not like this, sir."

“Then we'll start slowly - lay on the bed."

In a moment, Resnick had his back on the bed, his head by the pillow, but his gaze lingered on his captain. Garret had taken some small bottle from his nightstand and poured it into his hand. Then he took a glance at Resnick's length and poured a little more.

That should give the young wolf a bit of self-esteem, he thought.

Garret then climbed onto the bed. He was on his knees, his length pressed against the young wolf's. He took both in his hand. He rubbed the oil over until they were abundantly slick. Easy to stroke, though it was uncomfortable on the hand with both their sizes.

But the overly excited expression on Resnick's face was worth it. Even more so when Garret leaned over him and his hand was out of sight. The old wolf tried to make it clear from his expressions that he was penetrating himself, preparing for what was about to happen.

And then switched positions again. He squatted over Resnick's hips. He grabbed their length to press it against his rear. His own erection and orbs blocked the view, so used his free hand to pull them out of the way. He had a feeling Resnick would want to see this.

Slowly, it happened. Garret let his body come down and the head of Resnick's length pressed against the hole. He relaxed, though the wolf below him seemed entirely tense. With the lubricant, and Garret's own experience, it slipped in without a problem.

There seemed to be a strange way about how people talked about being penetrated, at least from Garret's perspective. Many talked about it like there was an immediate gratification, or that there was this overtime feeling of it getting better and better.

To Garret, it was like a small pleasure in his body. He physically preferred the instant gratification of unloading in someone. But what he really preferred was the feeling of being connected to someone. To share something intimate. To want something from someone, to have that wanted from him in return, and to do it.

As his rear rested against Resnick's hips, their knot pressed between their bodies, and the young wolf wore the most blissful expression, Garret would say it was everything he needed.

So Garret lifted his hips and did it again.

And again.

Again.

Again.

Resnick's moans would have filled the room if he had not clamped his hand around his own muzzle, but even then his whines escaped in subtle whimpers. Not so for his captain, who only grunted while he bounced on their lap.

Garret sank the cock into him over and over, and he had let go of his own to feel it slap down against his partner's stomach every time their bodies met. Thankfully, Resnick was not so well-hung that it would go too far. In fact, the young wolf's knot pressed more against the old wolf's asshole with every thrust. It felt plenty manageable as well.

The cock was inside. They were connected. But there was something behind the ecstasy. An eagerness to do more. There was a burning question. Garret leaned forward. His hands landed on either side of Resnick's head. Their eyes met.

“Do you want to tie?"

Resnick shuddered out his response with a wild smile on his face. “Yes, sir!"

Garret leaned back again, but this time he pressed his backside hard against Resnick. He felt the knot kiss his pucker. It failed to push in. He lifted himself and tried again, pushing himself down again. On the next thrust, Resnick thrust his hips again at the same time.

Garret gasped, though the knot did not enter him. With Resnick's thrust, he felt it was close. He could feel the thickness of the bulb between his cheeks. Not only was it covered in the lubricant that Garret had prepared himself with, but the warmth of all the pre Resnick fucked into him.

It was so close.

The pair tried again, failed, and then tried again.

Again.

Again.

Until an unmistakable sound, but a more prevalent feeling took them.

For Garret, it was the feeling of being spread. His asshole widened, forced by the thickness thrust against it. He huffed roughly from the sensation. And then his body felt full. So unbelievably full.

Resnick's cock had settled deep inside, and Garret's body gripped it like a vice. Now there were no worries about having to stay relaxed. Rather, he rocked his hips back and forth on the young wolf, letting the natural sensations of his flexing body pleasure him.

And pleasurable they were, if Resnick's face was any indication. His tongue hung out his mouth while he panted wantonly. He barely seemed aware how he drooled over his chin, if he was at all.

But his panting was getting heavier. Garret could feel the twitches and the warmth from the tie. With a smirk, he decided to lean down and wonder what words would make Resnick's night.

They had to be words that meant something.

He nipped at Resnick's neck, eliciting a gasp.

The words would have to be teasing.

Then his muzzle was next to their ear.

The words had to be salacious.

He spoke in a rough whisper.

“Make me yours, soldier."

Resnick sucked in a deep breath. Within his first two thrusts, his entire body flexed. In all the throes of bliss he began to howl—

“RESNICK, NO!"

Garret instinctively lunged onto Resnick to cover their body and clamped his maw shut. He still felt a consistent twitch inside his body. The warmth spread further and further. The knot expanded - there was absolutely no chance they would be separated.

If they were going to be found, it would be together.

Though Garret glared down at Resnick, there was a part of him that was aware they could laugh about this later; though this presumed Garret was not found and discharged from the Order for multiple accounts of indecency.

So they waited, eventually their gazes traveled to the door. No sounds beyond both of the males' bated breaths.

“Captain?"

Garret's eyes shifted slowly.

Resnick looked apologetic. His most positive trait was that stubbornness - the want to give his all in any situation. Of fucking course it applied to sex - no wonder they lost themselves in a public library of all things.

Garret tried, and failed, to stay mad.

“Just try to hold it in next time, Resnick."

Garret watched Resnick's eyes light up. And then look away with a flustered smile. The kind the young wolf always had when he noticed something he thought was exciting.

“There's a next time?"

“Depending on how well you treat me."

Garret leaned back. He had yet to reach a climax and his cock refused to go down. Not when he had just received a shot of adrenaline and certainly not when it was pressed between the two men.

Resnick looked there with a smile. He grabbed it, reservations seemingly gone. He weighed it in his hands, feeling the heft. As his touch urged reactions from Garret, the cock leaked over the strokes. Soon the length was slick again with the oil from before.

Resnick met Garret's approving expression, but then the old wolf leaned back on his hands while he simply enjoyed the feeling. The strokes along his shaft. A finger teased his head. A grip on his knot that squeezed and squeezed.

Everything made his body flex. He felt that knot inside him twitch, steadily filling him with more seed.

Then he gasped as he felt his sheath spread. Resnick used the same trick from before to get a reaction, except he teased the inside while he also worked the head. The reaction was immediate.

Garret clenched his jaw shut while his cock shot load after load until the gray wolf had stripes of white along his chest, even so far as his neck. He had not expected to be so virile, and Resnick looked just as surprised.

What followed was a long moment of quiet - the kind where neither really had anything to say, but knew they wanted to say something. The kind in afterglow where two smile at each other and bask in how good it felt to do what they just did.

“So," Resnick was the first to break the silence, “what do we do now?"

“Now?" Garret laughed. Resnick really had never thought of this before. “Now we enjoy each other's company, we'll be here for at least thirty minutes."

“Shouldn't we clean up?"

“Your scent is going to be leaking between us until you can pull out, there's not much reason to."

“Right, right..."

Resnick nodded, but still seemed to be at a loss for what to do. Then a look of utter surprise took them.

“Is this why you take so many baths?"

“No." Garret struggled, and absolutely struggled, not to laugh too loud. “If I was allowing that many men into my body, I wouldn't be able to walk straight - much less train with you lot."

“Oh." The kind of look Resnick had on his face when he realized he got ahead of himself returned. “I guess that would be at least six men a week?"

“Nine on a good week."

“Heh."

And then they found another comfortable silence. This time Garret leaned back onto his elbows, but finally on his back when he had Resnick toss him a pillow. They would be here a while, no need to be uncomfortable.

Resnick asked if Garret had ever done this before, and the pair wound up sharing some other stories of their trysts.

The pull of sleep tugged at their eyes, but no one could actually fall asleep while tied, right?

---

Garret woke with a gasp. Something just tugged at his ass - the knot. He sat up quickly and Resnick was in much the same panic. But when he looked at the window, he saw it was still dark.

And then Garret realized what happened. He raised a hand to calm Resnick. They were just awoken by the knot deflating. Nothing more.

Resnick laughed for a moment, though Garret only smiled.

They pulled apart with a familiar sound of the rest of Resnick's cock slipping out of Garret's body. An overwhelming scent of a virile wolf hit their noses, the kind that promised the smell would linger for a while.

Garret carefully stepped away from the bed. He would have very much liked to not get any excess fluid on the covers and have to do extra laundry. He already had to deal with his undergarments - which he slipped on - which Resnick regarded with a surprised stare.

“Won't that just get the smell on them?"

“Yes," Garret said, slipping on his uniform as well, “better than dripping in my room. This way I can take it to the baths and clean it while I'm bathing."

“You're going to the baths?"

“Yes?" Garret fixed the young wolf with a quirked brow. “Sadly, this is the less glamorous part of tying your captain, Resnick. You're going to wash that off your chest and get back to bed in your room, but cleaning up is going to be time consuming for me."

“Oh." Resnick's ears were flat against his head. His eyes failed to meet the Captain. “I'm sorry, Sir."

“I'm not admonishing you," said Garret admonishingly, which failed to lift Resnick's spirit. He tried again. “I'll swallow it next time."

That got a small chuckle out of Resnick, at least.

Garret could be happy with that.

In the baths, however, he would wonder if this had been the right choice. He knew they would do this again. He would not know except in the coming days if this would improve Resnick's situation. Hopefully they would have no more surprises for a few weeks.

But Captain Garret knew better.

It would not be until he was back in his room, empty, save for an intense smell that would have to be aired out, that he would really consider the consequences of what he did.

He propped open his window. He hung his smallclothes on a hanger at his armoire. He checked the bed for any stains, miraculously found none, and sat down.

If anyone poked around, he would hang the rest of his laundry tomorrow.

If anyone pointed out how clean he smelled, he would say had to take another bath before he could sleep last night.

If anyone asked why he was out of another candle, he would say he was writing letters late into the night.

Everything was fine, for now. He had done this before, but not so recently.

Not when he was the commanding officer.

Was it supposed to be this stressful?

Garret rubbed his head while he thought about what he could do if someone knocked on his door right now. It would be unlucky.

He would be able to explain away that he was in a mood if someone made a report in the morning, the smell would probably be weak by then.

If someone had heard Resnick's howl, what would they have done?

Would it have been worth it?

Then Garret saw a piece of wheat on the floor.

Resnick must have dropped it in all the excitement before.

Garret let out a one note laugh, but picked it up all the same. It was turned over in his fingers.

The grain at the head appeared frayed.

It looked like a pulp at the stem.

It was broken in several places.

“I guess you always have needed something to keep you secure, haven't you?"

Maybe that was worth it.

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