#Whatever Cody is saying sounds perfectly professional

[thepatchycat]

Long, boring meetings are better with a buddy.

[clonecest-bin-account]

Hello! I would love to request Wolffe/Cody where Cody's really struggling with the stress of being Marshall Commander (limited rest hours, always maintaining that professional image, the responsibility for thousands of his brothers lives) and is ready to crack, and Wolffe steps in in his gruff yet loving way to take care of him (getting him to rest, taking his armour off, pounding him through the mattress). And then maybe spending the night, like "It's alright Kote, I've got the watch."

(Ohohohoh nice! I’m always a slut for this pairing!)

(Fic under the cut)

It says a lot about Cody’s state of mind that he doesn’t notice Wolffe stepping inside his office until he’s grabbed him by the shoulders and violently forces him to get up and walk out. “W-Wait! Wolffe! What the kriff!” he exclaims then. Excuse him, he had some very important reports to make, he doesn’t have time for whatever the hell he wants to do.

“Playtime’s over, Cody. It’s time for you to get some rest,” Wolffe replies, still dragging him to his quarters. Cody tries to resist at first, but seeing that his strength isn’t exactly helping this time, he decides against it. This doesn’t mean he can’t complain about it, however.

“I am perfectly alright and don’t need rest yet.”

“The bags under your eyes beg to differ,” Wolffe retorts, making Cody sigh, but otherwise he doesn’t say anything else, knowing that once Wolffe sets his mind towards something, there’s nothing that can be done to make him change idea.

 Besides, he’d lie if he said that the idea of resting doesn’t sound appealing…

 Once they get to Wolffe’s quarters, Wolffe goes back to talking. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“… What do you mean?”

“Cody, you’re gonna work yourself to an early grave if you keep this up, you know that, don’t you? You can’t keep doing this.”

Ugh, so this is what this whole intervention is about, huh? Cody can’t help but to roll his eyes. “Wolffe, you know I can’t slack off. I am Marshal Commander and I have duties to attend to.”

“Getting some sleep from time to time isn’t slacking off. Or what, you think that now that you’re so high up in the command chain, that you’re too good for that anymore?” Wolffe retorts crossing his arms to his chest.

“You know that’s not the reason…” Cody sighs. They’ve barely started this argument and he feels drained already. He doesn’t have the energy to keep going. “Wolffe, I…”

Wolffe understands, he really does: having people depending on you is a lot of pressure, even more so with such a high rank as Cody’s, but he still needs to take care of himself. Thankfully, this is where Wolffe steps in; he steps closer, resting his hand on Cody’s shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. Cody immediately melts at the touch. “What do you need?” he asks, then. “And I mean what you truly need. For once, don’t think about your duties.”

“I don’t know…” Cody mutters, put on the spot, but after thinking about it after a while, he finally reaches a decision as he lets himself fall in Wolffe’s arms. “Just… Just make me forget,” he whispers, barely audible.

“Are you sure?”

A nod. “Please.”

Oh well, if this is what Cody wants…

 At first, Wolffe is gentle. He goes slow in the way he undresses Cody and himself, covering him in kisses and soft touches.

Even in the way he opens him up there’s nothing but tender care, as he watches in awe Cody arching against the sheets, whining and moaning under Wolffe’s ministrations.

“Feels good, Kote?” he asks, lips a whisper away from his neck. Cody nods, to which Wolffe responds with a bite on his tender skin.

“Wolffe…” the other moans, pushing himself against the fingers. It’s obvious that he craves more, and after thrusting them inside another couples of times, Wolffe pulls them out, ready to give to him exactly what he wants: he gets between his legs, lifting them up, and guiding his cock with his hand, he slowly begins to push it inside, inch by inch, until Cody envelops him completely.

 He lowers himself over Cody, capturing his lips with a slow kiss, hissing when Cody holds onto his back - he’s going to leave marks - but he doesn’t push him away.

Once he begins moving, though, things change. If Kot’ika asked him to make him forget, he needs to go harder, faster, and that’s exactly what he does.

He’s immediately rewarded by Cody’s voice, so overtaken by the ecstasy as he moans his heart out as Wolffe pushes, pushes and pushes. And yet, he still feels like it’s not enough.

A confused sound comes out of Cody’s lips when he pulls away, but Wolffe doesn’t deign him of an exclamation, figuring that he’s going to understand soon what he has in mind; he holds Cody by the ankles, moving them so that he’s folding Cody in two - he doesn’t miss the way his eyes blow open when he does, and he can’t hold back a satisfied smirk at that - and then, still holding onto him, he gets up on his feet, lining his cock back towards Cody’s ass, now up in the air.

“Fucking hell, Wolffe! Hurry!” Cody exclaims, trying to wiggle as much as he can so that he can get back some nice friction.

Wolffe moves his hands from his ankles to his thighs, keeping them nice and spread open. “You asked for it,” is all he says, before going back to business.

 The bunk creaks at each thrust, but Wolffe has faith in its sturdiness, so he keeps going. In this position, he’s able to push even deeper, and Cody feels it, boy if he feels it: he’s been screaming for the last half-hour, trying to hold onto something, anything, as Wolffe keeps fucking him. By now all he can do is to either scream or moan Wolffe’s name, or at least Wolffe thinks it’s his name, it’s hard to tell with how slurred his words are.

“That’s good, Kote. That’s good,” he praises him, not missing the shiver his words send across his spine, or maybe that’s just because he’s been hitting his prostate non-stop with each thrust. Hard to tell.

He’s obviously at his limit, which motivates Wolffe to go even hard, also because he too begins to feel close to the peak. “Let go. I’ve got you…”

All he needs is just another couple of trusts for Cody to let go entirely, coming on his stomach as Wolffe keeps going. The way he screams his name, entirely unhinged, is music to Wolffe’s ears. He too doesn’t last long, and soon he comes as well, buried deep inside Cody.

 After a moment to catch his breath, he lets go of him, and Cody lets himself fall on the bunk, completely spent. Even when Wolffe joins him, he’s barely responsive; even keeping his eyes open is difficult, which means that Wolffe will have to clean them both up, something that he does immediately after finding a rag that he can use, lest they become sticky and uncomfortable.

Once he’s done, he lays down on Cody’s left, letting him turn and nuzzle against him. “You’re gonna fall asleep now?” he asks, caressing his arms. Cody closes his eyes and weakly nods, which prompts Wolffe to lean over and kiss his forehead.

“That’s alright, Kote. Sleep. I’ll watch over you.”

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