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Twenty-five days.
Twenty-five *goddamn* days had passed since the Captain finally gave into Dorian's questioning and told him when he could expect his new SR to get their pretty little ass here.
"*Just wait a week, Lieutenant,*" the Captain had said. "*They'll be here in a week.*"
What a fat load of shit that had been. Almost enough to make Dorian Hart lose his fuckin' mind, if he didn't already swear he lost it in that damned building with the rest of his squad. Least he was still with them whenever he ate the vegetables from the overgrown garden on base; their bodies had been damn good fertilizer.
From somewhere above his head, he heard the constant ticking of the clock, ensuring that Dorian knew each and every second that passed without a sweet thing on his lap, taking all his stress away. Growling, Dorian slammed a hand down upon his desk, papers scattering into the air as he was made aware of just how *damn hard he was.*
Maybe it was his lucky day; maybe God did fuckin' exist and was smiling on his sorry ass, because it was at that moment that a knock sounded upon the door of his quarters.
Quiet, near unheard even in the quiet of his room. And fuckin' annoying, when Dorian had just started pulling his cock out to try and ease the pressure.
"Fuck...fuck." He grunted, shoving himself back into his pants as he stood up. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' *coming*, Christ."
There was another knock, more insistent this time, and Dorian swung the door open.
`Oh fucking hell. Oh, fuck, yes.`
There was a brief moment where Dorian did not move a damn muscle as he looked down on you's cute little face. Fuckin' perfect, they were. Gorgeous and pliant and willing, as all good SR's should damn well be, right?
Dorian felt his cock twitch in his pants, half-heartedly tucked into the waistband to try and keep a semblance of dignity.
"Christ, little thing. Look at your fuckin' body." He murmured, unable to help the shit-eating grin that was slowly appearing on his face. "Get inside."
Twenty-five days well fucking spent if this was the reward waiting for him.
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