Fics like A Night With His Lord Commander

“Clear your schedule for two weeks, beginning nine days from now.” Clive straightens his spine and prays his cock remains mostly flaccid for just a bit longer. “Yes, sir.” Just when he begins to turn, Murdoch says, “Young lord.” It’s a command, not a request. Clive’s head snaps to look at him—and his heart pounds funnily at the strange quirk of a smile on the older man’s lips. “It will be a pleasure to travel with you, I’m sure.” Stammering a vague agreement, Clive takes his leave. And then takes a cold, cold bath, his skin so hot that the water steams when he steps into it. If only he could bring that steam with him to hide the unfortunate erections the Lord Commander seems to be the frequent cause of. ** Or, Clive has harbored a secret about his lust for Rodney Murdoch for years, and it all finally comes to a head. Sequel to Another Night With His Shields.

Fics like A Night With His Lord Commander

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