Basic Training

Alex Lambert's mission succeeds. He frees the hostages from their bonds. The young soldier, his heart heavy with empathy, kneels before Wolf Remulus. Hours of captivity have left the man bound and battered. Alex's fingers work swiftly, untying ropes that bite into skin. He offers comfort first—a steady hand on a shoulder, words soft as nightfall. Then tenderness blooms into something fiercer. TLC turns to lips and limbs entwined. Alex takes Wolf in his mouth, slow and deep, tasting salt and strain. The suck builds, rhythmic, insistent, drawing out gasps that shatter the silence. Wolf hardens under the attention, his body remembering pleasure amid the ache. Alex rises, positions him just so, and thrusts in—firm, unrelenting. They fuck with a raw urgency, bodies slick and slamming together. Each stroke erases the ghosts of restraint, the terror of helplessness. Wolf's vim surges back, vigor floods his veins. More than release, it's rebirth. The trauma fades, lost in the heat of their union—the best he's ever known.